The GENERAL rose—a few inches—to address his brother Homuncules. He said they had met to offer up an act of gratitude from the Shortest men to the Highest Personage in the Realm—to her who had refused to patronize everything great, and had stooped to take _them_ by the hand—to her who had originally given them that lift, which had caused them—short as they were—to be looked up to by—LOVELY WOMAN. And he would be happy to favour the company with "God Save the Queen," gratis. The ENGLISH TOM THUMB here rose to rebut the General's assertions, and was proceeding to complain of the want of patronage offered to native insignificance, when he was carried out. The HIGHLAND DWARFS, in a Scotch accent as broad as their size would admit, said, "a' the Gen'ral had drapt was unco' true." When they left the Land o' Cakes they could hardly raise a Bawbee among them, and now they could put down 1000_l._ any day. The BOSHIE MEN, or PIGMY RACE, through their interpreter, stated, they were happy to find that, though the Dwarfs had come over to England little by little, they now formed so large a body. DON FRANCISCO HIDALGO said, "Dat as el smallest man in el vorld, he objec to el proceed; for he never meet vith el couragement el dam Dom Dum speak of." The little Men here got to very high words, and the meeting broke up in confusion. [Illustration: NAPOLEON'S ADIEU D'EGYPTIAN HALL. ] PHLARUPPE! AN OSSIANIC POEM. DUAN THE FIRST. _Argument._ _This poem is addressed to the Maid of "the_ RAINBOW" (_in Fleet Street_), _where_ OSSIAN _is enjoying his Whisky and Cigar. The_ PHLARUPPE _here spoken of is the same as the AQUÆVADIUS mentioned so frequently in Police History, and who in the year '40 headed an expedition against the Knockers of_ COCKAIGNE, _and was repulsed by "the force" under the command of_ ROWAN, _the chief of Scotland (Yard), though not until_ PHLARUPPE _had routed several of his "Divisions." Tradition assigns the date of this event to the year '42, but on searching the pages of the historian_ HODDER, _we find no mention made of the circumstance in his valuable work entitled_, "SKETCHES OF LIFE AND CHARACTER TAKEN AT BOW STREET." Bring, daughter of the Rainbow! bring me the pen of steel! The mountain-dew sparkles in Ossian's brain, and it is brilliant with song. As is the black reviver to the garment whose seams are white with age, so is the cream of the valley to the seedy soul of the bard. It brings back the freshness of youth. A tale of high life! The deeds of the superior classes! The draught of the waters of Kinahan wakens the memory of the past. The odour of thy weeds, mild Lopez! is pleasant in Ossian's nose. Like the brow of Ben-Primrose, his head is veiled in clouds. Listen, thou daughter of the Rainbow! to the deeds of the superior classes. A tale of high life!