INSIDE AND OUTSIDE.--Drunken coachman--horse sprawling--wheel off--pole breaking, down hill--axle-tree splitting--coach overturning--winter, and buried in the snow--one eye poked out with an umbrella, the other cut open by the broken window--reins breaking--impudent guard--hurried at meals--imposition of innkeepers--five minutes and a half to swallow three and sixpennyworth of vile meat--waiter a rogue--“Like master, like man”--half a bellyfull, and frozen to death--internal grumblings and outward complaints--no redress--walk forward while the horses are changing--take the wrong turning--lose yourself and lose the coach--good-by to portmanteau--curse your ill luck--wander about in the dark and find the inn at last--get upon the next coach going the same road--stop at the next inn--brandy and water, hot, to keep you in spirits--warm fire--pleasant company--heard the guard cry “All _right_?”--run out, just in time to sing out “I’m _left_,” as the coach turns the corner--after it “full tear”--come up with it, at the end of a mile--get up “all in a blowze”--catch cold--sore throat--inflammation--doctor--warm bath--fever--DIE. GASPARD. * * * * * THE UGLY CLUB. _From a New York Paper._ The members of the UGLY CLUB are requested to attend a special meeting at UGLY-HALL, 4, Wall street, on Monday-evening next, at half-past seven o’clock precisely, to take into consideration the propriety of offering to the committee of defence the services of their ugly carcasses, firm hearts, sturdy bodies, and unblistered hands.--HIS UGLINESS being absent, this meeting is called by order of HIS HOMELINESS. _Aug. 13._ * * * * * ~Antiquities.~ SCIPIO’S SHIELD. In 1656, a fisherman on the banks of the Rhone, in the neighbourhood of Avignon, was considerably obstructed in his work by some heavy body, which he feared would injure the net; but by proceeding slowly and cautiously, he drew it ashore untorn, and found that it contained a round substance, in the shape of a large plate or dish, thickly encrusted with a coat of hardened mud; the dark colour of the metal beneath induced him to consider it as iron. A silversmith, accidentally present, encouraged the mistake, and, after a few affected difficulties and demurs, bought it for a trifling sum, immediately carried it home, and, after carefully cleaning and polishing his purchase, it proved to be of pure silver, perfectly round, more than two feet in diameter, and weighing upwards of twenty pounds. Fearing that so massy and valuable a piece of plate, offered for sale at one time and at one place, might produce suspicion and inquiry, he immediately, without waiting to examine its beauties, divided it into four equal parts, each of which he disposed of, at different and distant places.