_Advertisement Extraordinary, from a Newspaper of 1796_.--"Whereas the right hon. William Pitt, Chancellor of his Majesty's Exchequer, did on the night of Monday last, and on or about the hour of six o'clock, utter in his place in the House of Commons, certain sentences or phrases, containing several assurances, denials, promises, retractions, persuasions, explanations, hints, insinuations, and intimations, and expressing much hope, fear, joy, sorrow, confidence, and doubt, upon the subject of peace, then and there recommended by Charles Grey, esq., member of the aforesaid House of Commons, for the county of Northumberland; and whereas the entire effectual and certain meaning of the whole of the said sentences, phrases, denials, promises, retractions, persuasions, explanations, hints, insinuations, and intimations, has escaped and fled, so that what remains is to plain understandings incomprehensible, and to many good men is matter of painful contemplation: now this is to promise to any person who shall restore the said lost meaning, or shall illustrate, simplify, and explain the said meaning, the sum of five thousand pounds, to be paid on the first day of April next, at the office of John Bull, esq., Pay-All and Fight-All, to the several high contracting powers, engaged in the present _just_ and _necessary_ war! "Done at the office of Mr. John Bull's Chief Decypherer, _Turnagain_ Lane, _Circumbendibus_ Street, _Obscurity_ Square, Feb. 18, 1796." * * * * * _Cheap Soup_.--Take ten quarts of water, and stir it with a rush-light till it boils; season it to your liking, and it is ready for use. N.B. The wick may be bolted.--_Monthly Mag_. * * * * * _Epitaph on the death of Miss Eliza More, aged_ 14. Here lies who never lied before, And one who will never lie _More_, To which there need no _more_ be said Than _More_ the pity she is dead, For when alive she charmed us _More_ Than all the _Mores_ just gone before.[6] [6] Her two sisters dying some months before. * * * * * _On Anne Green, a Quakeress_. Here lies a piece of Christ, a star in dust, A wedge of gold, a china dish that must Be used in heaven, when Christ doth feed the just. * * * * * _Inscribed on the back door of a Tavern_, which opened into the Parish Church of St. Michael's, Cambridge, kept by Mr. Burrell, 1639: which door is now taken down, the tavern having been pulled down, and a new street built on its site. Go on by leave, no way here lies: But way and leave to those That hast to taste good wine and fine, And fear not Burrell's foes. * * * * * _Copied from the Churchwarden's Book_.