TO MY BELOVED EQUATOR.--When I visited the Great Exhibition I fancied Hampden, though refreshed with the living water from the Crystal Fountain, frowned at me; I hope our great countryman is now convinced we have not degenerated, and that his impersonation has resumed its accustomed serenity. Ce n’est que le premier pas qui coute, c’est fait; et c’en est fait d’eux. Vous voyez, la Providence n’est pas toujours avec les forts bataillons.--E. W. 319.--_Tuesday, March 16, 1852._ HONEST, HONEST ALEXIS! What a strange coincidence! Remove the last syllable, and there was, once, a great man, one of the self-constituted, sacred race, known by that cognomen, whom I,--for which, of course, I shall never be forgiven,--transformed--as I intend to serve many more--into a city spectre. Honest, honest Alexis! may that never be your fate. Candour would then indeed be wronged.--E. W. 320.--_Thursday, March 18, 1852._ E. W. by TELEGRAPH.--What are you alluding to? SEND YOUR ADDRESS. Direct immediately. I was much disappointed at not receiving it on Saturday, and have been in the greatest agony ever since. You are freely forgiven; extend your mercy to Alexis. 321.--_Friday, March 19, 1852._ I AM COME. I will wait but this day and to-morrow. Remember, “Now or never.” 322.--_Friday, March 19, 1852._ TO CHARYBDIS.--AGRICOLAE FILIUS WAITS.--Aut Terrae filius aut Fortunae filius. 323.--_Friday, March 19, 1852._ WHAT AM I ALLUDING TO? The Customs. You will only deceive the superficial fools of the nation--Alexis. A. B. C. & Telegraph being Siamese twins, the answer given to Alexis will do for the lot.--E. W. 324.--_Saturday, March 20, 1852._ DOOR-MAT and BEANS TO-NIGHT. 325.--_Tuesday, March 23, 1852._ E. W.--Author of anonymous correspondence, look at home. Conscience does not accuse me of even attempting to deceive. You have, however, been playing the game of deception for several years, until, judging from your exasperated feelings, you are at last tired that your bait has not taken. Have you a conscience? This is doubted by some, whilst others think that you have, but that it dwells far beneath its usual seat. Alexis bids you farewell. 326.--_Friday, March 26, 1852._ IT IS THE MAN--Yes, it is the man. 327.--_Wednesday, March 31, 1852._ OUI, je suis le serpent nourri dans votre sein; mais, pour le bien et peut être pour le bonheur de mon pays, et, quoique vous soyez de la race sacrée, il faut bien vous en souvenir, que mon sang ne soit pas l’eau de fossé.--E. W. 328.--_Thursday, April 1, 1852._ RESTITUTION.--The COMPOSITION will be ACCEPTED, and this will be considered final. 329.--_Friday, April 2, 1852._