Without a master! He must be competent to give an inkling Of all the sciences that are, Teaching the name of every star, Quite in a twinkling. All those who seek the royal Tutor's place Must be proficients in each modern grace; No one need to the office make pretence Who cannot teach the Prince to sing; Dance, draw, and all that sort of thing, And use the foils without offence. Wanted a Tutor, patient, clever, steady, With knowledge upon every topic, Within each hemisphere and tropic, Like joints at ordinaries, "always ready." He must be in possession Of first-rate knowledge, That can be gleaned from every college, As well as each profession. To matters clerical and lay He must be quite _au fait_. Army and navy he must comprehend, To everything his knowledge must extend; But _nota bene_, by-the-bye, No lawyer, churchman, soldier, sailor, need apply. ELECTION CORRESPONDENCE. _From the Chairman of the Local Committee to the Agent in London._ MY DEAR SIR, The squibs you sent down have all been circulated, but money is more wanted. Podger, the butcher, is wavering; being an influential man there are several who always vote as he does. I am sorry to see his firmness giving way; but if you send down fifty pounds by return of post, I think I may be able to strengthen his principles. Yours, very truly, PETER PLIANT. _From the Agent in London to the Local Chairman in the Country._ MY DEAR SIR, I am sorry that no more money can be sent down; for it is absolutely necessary to keep the London Committee constantly sitting, which can only be done by allowing a constant supply of soup, sandwiches, and sherry. Instead of sending money to you, we had hoped that your local patriotism would have supplied additional funds to us. I forward a loaf, borrowed from one of the theatres, where it was used in a pantomime. You will of course understand that you are to fix it on a pole, marked "cheap bread," and contrast it with the smallest loaf you can get hold off, which must be labelled "corn laws." Yours, sincerely, J. CRAMWELL. MAY. [1844. [Illustration] THROWN OUT FOR THE CITY. _From the Chairman of the Local Committee to the Agent in London._ MY DEAR SIR, [Illustration: Demanding a Poll. ] [Illustration: Member for Cripplegate. ]