_Slowgoe._ I’m very happy--very proud to see--that his Royal Highness Prince Albert consents to be the Chancellor for Cambridge. Here it is from the _Post_. The deputation went to the palace on Tuesday. (_Reads._) “His Royal Highness expressed himself in the warmest terms for the distinguished honour conferred upon him by the University of Cambridge, and the sincere gratification he felt in accepting it. His Royal Highness conversed with the deputation on the subject of English university discipline, _and evinced considerable knowledge_ of the Oxford and Cambridge systems.” What do you think of that, eh? _Nutts._ Why, nothing; princes always do “evince considerable knowledge” on the very shortest notice upon anything. _Peabody._ Quite true, Mr Nutts. If they’d made the Prince the King of M. Leverrier’s new planet just discovered, his Royal Highness would have evinced “considerable knowledge” of all its plains and mountains, besides a very intimate acquaintance with some of the principal inhabitants. [Illustration] [Illustration] _THE HEDGEHOG LETTERS._ _Containing the opinions and adventures of =JUNIPER HEDGEHOG=, cabman, London; and written to his relatives and acquaintance in various parts of the world._ LETTER I.--_To Peter Hedgehog, at Sydney._ DEAR PETER,--at last I’m settled at my heart’s content. For fifteen years and more, I’ve been fighting, and punching, and screwing, and doing--the Lord forgive me!--all sorts of mean tricks to be respectable; and now I’m happy, for I’ve given the thing up. I’ve got rid of every bit of the gentleman, and drive a cab. Ha! you don’t know--you can’t think--what a blessing it is to get rid of all cares about what’s genteel. It’s like taking off fine tight boots, and stretching yourself in comfortable old slippers. How respectability did pinch, and gall, and rub the skin off me, to be sure; but I’ve done with it. I’ve given up the trumpery, for the good, stout, weather-proof character of cabman.