on the tombs at night, but to return them to the directress at the bar of the tavern; and, it may be necessary to add, that no ladies will be allowed to appear at the dances with the same ornaments which have been previously used in the grounds funereally.

Lord Graves has been solicited to accept the office of president, and Sir Isaac Coffin that of vice-president. The College of Surgeons will be constant visitors of the Institution, and under such patronage ultimate success appears to be a dead certainty. Ladies and gentlemen wishing to be buried in romantic situations are requested to make early application to Mr. Ebers, of Bond Street, where the grave-book, with a plan of the cemetery, may be seen.

Persons subscribing for family mausoleums are entitled to free admission to all the balls of the season.

Gloves, hatbands, white pocket-handkerchiefs, cephalic snuff, and fragrant essence of onions, for producing tears, to be had of the waiters.

N.B. No objection to burying persons in fancydresses.

POSTSCRIPT.

The prospectus says that "an eligible site having offered itself" this must have been a very curious site indeedthe temptation is too great to be resisted, and the public are invited to unite in a joint stock, "Capital £200,000, in shares of £25 each," to contrive something more agreeable for our resting-places than mere vaults and churchyards, and prepare a retreat, after the fashion of the cemetery of Pere la Chaise, in the neighbourhood of that ever gay and lively city-Paris.

"Within this area," continues the prospectus, "public bodies and individuals may obtain ground for interment, and liberty to erect mausoleums and monuments after their own designs; and vaults, and catacombs, will also be constructed for general use."

This is giving great latitude-mausoleums and monuments erected promiscuously, after the designs of their future inhabitants, will no doubt present a beautiful variety of tastes and elevations. It should seem, however, that the vaults and catacombs are not to be used exclusively for burying, for, in contradistinction to the interments to which the mausoleums and monuments are to be appropriated, the prospectus states that the vaults and catacombs are for general use. Déjeûners à la fourchette, or petits soupers by moonlight, perhaps. We say by moonlight, because illuminating the gardens in the evening does not yet appear to form part of the design.

The following condition we have no doubt will be highly advantageous in a pecuniary point of view to the proprietary, but it sounds disagreeable :

"Subscribers on or before the 30th day of June, 1830, will be entitled to tickets of precedence, after the rate of one ticket for every five shares; which ticket will entitle the holder to a preference, according to the numerical order of the shares, in the choice of a situation for a grave or a monument. These tickets to be transferable without the shares upon which they shall have been granted, and capable of being held by persons who may not be Subscribers or Proprietors."

Now, however seriously captious sticklers for rank and pre-eminence may regard the article of precedence, we must say that the case of going out of the world differs a good deal from that of going out of a drawing-room; and we suspect, if the committee of this deadly lively society could contrive

to invert the order of departure, they would dispose of a much greater number of shares than are likely to go off under "existing circumstances." To the pleasure of walking about a burying-ground, with a plan in one's hand, like the Opera House box-book, to select a good place, we confess ourselves somewhat insensible; but we have no doubt that if this job takes, in less than five years we shall see "Graves in a good situation to let," posted at Sams' and Eber's, and “ a transferable admission to a catacomb," to be sold for the season, just as a ticket for the pit is at present.

ON MR. MILTON, THE LIVERY STABLE-
KEEPER.

Two Miltons, in separate ages were born,

The cleverer Milton 'tis clear we have got,
Though the other had talents the world to adorn,
This lives by his mews, which the other could not!

CURIOUS COINCIDENCES.

Tune-" Over the Water to Charley."

'Tis curious to find in this overgrown town,
While through its long streets we are dodging,
That many a man is in trade settled down,
Whose name don't agree with his lodging.
For instance, Jack Munday in Friday Street dwells,
Mr. Pitt in Fox-court is residing;

Mr. White, in Black's-buildings, green-grocery sells,
While East in West-square is abiding.

Mr. Lamb in Red Lion-street perks up his head,
To Lamb's Conduit-street Lion goes courting;
Mr. Boxer at Battle-bridge hires a bed,

While Moon is in Sun-street disporting;
Bill Brown up to Green-street to live now is gone,
In Stanhope-mews Dennett keeps horses-
Dr. Low lives in High-street, Saint Mary-le-bone,
In Brown-street one Johnny White's door sees.

But still much more curious it is when the streets
Accord with the names of their tenants;
And yet with such curious accordance one meets,
In taking a town-tour like Pennant's.

For instance, in Crown-street, George King you may note,
To Booth, in May-fair, you go shopping;
And Porter, of Brewer-street, rows in a boat
To Waters of River-street, Wapping!

Mr. Sparrow in Bird-street has feather'd his nest,
Mr. Archer in Bow-street woos Sally;

Mr. Windham in Air-street gets zephyr'd to rest,
Mr. Dancer resides in Ball Alley;

Mr. Fisher in Finsbury fixes his views,

Mrs. Foote in Shoe-lane works at carding: Mr. Hawke has a residence close to the Mews, And Winter puts up in Spring-gardens.

In Orange-street Lemon vends porter and ale ;
In Hart-street Jack Deer keeps a stable;
In Hill-street located you 'll find Mr. Dale;
In Blue Anchor-row, Mr. Cable;

In Knightrider-street you've both Walker and Day;
In Castle-street, Champion and Spearman ;
In Blackman-street Lillywhite makes a display;
In Cheapside lives sweet Mrs. Dearman.

In Paradise-row Mr. Adam sells figs;
Eve, in Apple-tree-yard rooms has taken;
Mr. Coltman in Foley-street fits you with wigs;
In Hog-lane you call upon Bacon.

Old Homer in Greek-street sells barrels and staves,
While Pope in Cross-lane is a baker;

In Liquorpond-street Mr. Drinkwater shaves;
In Cow-lane lives A. Veal, undertaker!

My jumbles and jingles I've now written down;
But, if for their meaning you teaze me,-
That they really have none I must candidly own,
And silence will therefore best please me.
If not witty, or curious, they 'll answer, I ween,
To get me "ask'd out" by great ninnies,
And out of the firm of some new magazine
Procure me a couple of guineas.

AN ODE TO MY TEA-POT.

My tea-pot while thy lips pour forth
For me a stream of matchless worth,
I'll pour forth rhymes for thee;
Don Juan's verse is gross, they say,
But I will pen a grocer lay,
Commencing" Amo tea."

Yes, let Anacreon's votary sip
His flowing bowl with feverish lip,
And breathe abominations;
Some day he'll be bowl'd out for it.
He's brewing mischief, whilst I sit,
And brew my tea-pot-ations.