│ │ [Illustration] │ ☉ ☌ ♂ ☽ │ │19│ │ │ │ │ │ of the │ │20│ │ │ │ │ │Lady of the│ │21│_Solomon's_ b. d. kept. Horrible plot to burn the City│ │ │ │ of London, and murder all the inhabitants, │ Seventh │ │ │ frustrated │ │ │22│ by "Atkins, Mayor." A.D. 1817. │ │ │ │ │ House, │ │23│ │ │ │ │ 'Twas enough to create a confusion and pother,│ │ │24│ For the nest of one Mayor to be found by │ ♓ ☍ ♀ │ │ │ _another_. │ │ │ │ │ │ │25│ │ augur │ │ │ │ │ │26│ │ divers │ │ │ [Illustration] │ │ │27│ │ ♌ ♈ │ │ │ │ │ │28│ │ _uncivil_ │ │ │ │ │ │29│_Thrashing_ commences in London. Macready thrashes │commotions │ │ │ Bunn, but gets nothing but _chaff_. │ │ │ │ │ │ │30│_Rogue_ation S. A pickpocket ducked about this time. │ among │ └──┴──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┴───────────┘ THE DERBY DAY. Here's a right and true list of all the running horses! Dorling's correct card for the Derby day!——Hollo, old un! hand us up one here, will you: and let it be a good un: there, now what's to pay? Only sixpence. Sixpence! I never gave more than a penny at Hookem Snivey in all my days.——May be not, your honour: but Hookem Snivey aint Hepsom: and sixpence is what every gemman, as is a gemman, pays. I can buy 'em for less than that on the course, and I'll wait till I get there. Beg your honour's pardon; they sells 'em a shillin' on the course. Give you threepence. They cost _me_ fippence ha'p'ny farden. Well, here then, take your list back again. Come, come; your honour shall have it at your own price:——I wouldn't sell it nob'dy else for no sitch money: but I likes the sound of your wice.