STEPPING in the steps of my late worthy and much-lamented Prototype, FRANCIS MOORE, deceased, I herewith present you with my Hieroglyphic, "_adapted to the_ TIMES." "Its interpretation is in the womb of time," and those who do pry with curious eyes into the mysteries of the stars, will, in due season, divine the hidden meaning thereof. Yet may I observe, that by the rules of art, I have discovered, that a fiery planet, which has been for some time located in the upper house, and has been for a long while lord of the ascendant, has come in fiery opposition with _Scorpio_; while _Taurus_ hath flung a quartile ray at both of them. [Illustration: MARCH. ] ┌─────────────┬───────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │1835.] │ MARCH. │ ├─────────────┼───────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ │I fear I am a Sinner lost, │ │ │ For often do I pray,— │ │ │That I could read, in _Times_ or _Post_, │ │ │ The death of LADY DAY. │ ├──┬──────────┼──────────────────────────────────────────┬────────────┤ │ M│ Season's │ =Odd Matters.= │ WEATHER. │ │ D│ Signs. │ │ │ ├──┼──────────┼──────────────────────────────────────────┼────────────┤ │ 1│Shrove │ │ │ │ │ │ │ I suspend │ │ 2│tide │ MARCH WINDS. │ │ │ │ │ │ ☌ ☉ ♄ ♃ ♊ │ │ 3│fritter │Come, Bully MARCH! and show your │ │ │ │ │ blustering face; │ │ │ │fried │I'll give you blow for blow, to your │ my │ │ │ │ disgrace. │ │ │ │ │You take advantage of us Fleet Street │predictions │ │ │ │ sinners, │ │ │ 5│Nan │While the police are gone to get their │ │ │ │ │ dinners. │ │ │ │ │From Racket Court you rush, with such a │ ♅ ☊ ♌ ♑ │ │ │ │ rattle, │ │ │ 6│makes │As makes the Lumber troopers fear a │ │ │ │ │ battle. │ │ │ │ │ │ on the │ │ 7│pan- │ Oh! what fun, by the Bolt-in-tun, │ │ │ │ │ As your windy highness passes; │ weather │ │ 8│cakes │ D'ye hear a crash? There's a window-sash│ │ │ │ │ Made multiplying glasses.