on you in the morning," said Mr. Noddy.-"I am very much obliged to you for the caution, and I'll leave particular directions with the servant to lock up the spoons. Good evening, Mr. Noddy," replied Mr. Gunter.-Pickwick.

CAUTION TO LADIES.-A large bare forehead gives a The word woman a masculine and defying look. effrontery comes from it. The hair should be brought over such a forehead, as vines are trailed over a naked wall.-Leigh Hunt.-This rule admits of exceptions, the discovery of which may, in most instances, be safely left to themselves.

LONDON OMNIBUSSES.-The entire number of omnibusses which are now constantly plying in the streets of London, is between 500 and 600. Those which ply in the suburbs are about 200 in number. It is impossible to calculate accurately the number of passengers which travel from one part of the town to another, or from some part of the suburbs to town, in the course of a day, because the number varies considerably with the state of the weather, and the comparatively crowded or thin state of London at different times. Rainy days, or very hot weather-any thing, in other words, which makes people prefer riding to walking-are best for the omnibus proprietors. The calculations which have been made for us from the best data which are accessible, would give an average of passengers, taking one Supposing, day with another, to each omnibus, of 120. then, the number of omnibusses to be between the numbers already stated, namely, 550, the total number of passengers would be 66,000; but this is exclusive of the passengers who travel in the omnibusses which run in the suburbs. The price charged in town for omnibus travelling being sixpence, would give for each omnibus £3 per day, or for the entire number, £1,650.

ARCHERY.

Cricklewood was, on Thursday the 21st ult., the rallying point for some of the best Bowmen in England. The day was propitious; and during the season, we have not witnessed so large an assemblage of Archers. The prizes, which were costly and elegant, were won by Messrs. Betty, Dodd, Capper, Wyatt, Fortescue, Forsyth, and Harris. At the conclusion of the shooting, the Archers and their friends sat down to an elegant repast. Mr. Betty presided at the social board. The first toast "Her Majesty, the great Patroness of Archery" was drunk with enthusiasm, and the Evening concluded amid scenes of cheerfulness and gaiety.

The St. George's Archers met on Tuesday, for the last time this season, to shoot for the captaincy and lieutenantship of the society. After a severe contest, the honors were awarded to Messrs. Cooke and Betty. There was a strong muster upon this occasion, and the Evening closed with the joyous good humor ever attendant upon the meetings of the fraternity of St. George.

CHIT-CHAT.

THEATRES.-The Adelphi, St. James', and Olympic Theatres opened last Evening; and Covent Garden opens to-night. We shall, of course, report progress in our next. The English Opera closed a most unprofitable season, on Thursday; the evening was devoted to the benefit of Mr. PEAKE, who deserved, and indeed secured, a "bumper."

Mrs. WAYLETT.-There are various rumors afloat, as to the causes which prevented this fair cantatrice from singing and playing, as announced, for the benefit of the Poles at the Haymarket, on Monday last. We are, ourselves, quite ignorant of the causes,-but we hear the lady's reasons were strong, and unmixed-with any desire of giving offence to the public. Poor Webster was placed in a most awkward position; and by no means deserved the hisses that were so unmercifully heaped on his devoted head. He ran more than one chance of being wrecked upon a Lee shore.

RICHMOND THEATRE.-Our worthy friend Howe, of the New Strand, took his benefit here on Tuesday. He played in the Wife; and Frederic of Prussia. The latter, in particular, afforded excessive mirth to a very Tilbury, Green, Miss Clifford, and the good house. fascinating Miss Lee, lent their valuable assistance on this occasion. Howe exerted himself most successfully, and we trust, most profitably. He is an excellent comic

actor.

ADELPHI.-Among the Adelphi favorites, we are glad to see the name of Miss SHAW put forth as a prominent feature. This young lady, if she have fair play, will prove a magnet of strong and powerful attraction. Power, Yates, Reeve, and O. Smith, are also a host in themselves.

PAGANINI.-The following has been stated in several of the French journals to be the sums which Paganini has derived from his admirers by the public display of his extraordinary talents:-In Germany, 517,300f.; France, 2,206,000f.; England, 3,104,000f.; Italy, 86,929f. Total, 5,914,229f, Paganini having been shewn this estimate, merely observed, "I will gladly give the calculator 10 per cent. on the amount if he will prove it to be correct.-Musical World.

HEREFORD MUSIC MEETING.-Madame Albertazzi, who has acquired a high reputation at Madrid and Paris, is engaged to sing at this festival.

THEATRICALS IN HANOVER.-Our winter theatre is now open, and the company appears numerous and respectable, though their strength has not yet been put forth. This, of course, lies in Opera, and the prima donna, Mademoiselle Jazedy, who was formerly a second-rate at Munich, is said to be very fine, not of the calibre of Schroeder Devrient, but possessing great powers of voice, and considerable talent. Like most prime donne, she has assumed the privilege of illness, not to appear after having been announced; and I suppose we must wait for her debut till his Majesty honors the theatre with his presence. The house itself is capacious and well-constructed; but it wants that lightness which should characterise a place of amusement. The mise en scene is, however, good, and the stage as extensive as any in Europe. So much for our lighter amusements; one of a more grave, but not less interesting kind, is very shortly to take place at Gottingen, the ceremony of the centenary anniversary of the establishment of the university, which I have already alluded to. The programme of this fete, which commences on the 17th, and lasts for three days, has just been published in the Hanoverian Gazette, and, to judge from the details there given, it will be of a very gratifying nature. From a Correspondent.

A COMEDY, a pantomime, two comic operas, four melodramas, and fourteen vaudevilles were performed for the first time in the Paris theatres in August last. Twelve of the pieces have been successful.

THE OPERA BUFFA.-The preparations for the en

John REEVE has recovered just in the very nick of time. He and Power have determined on "astonishing the natives," and convulsing them with laughter.

A HAPPY UNION.-At Norton Folgate, the sweet is to be blended with the sour; Mrs. Honey having formed an engagement with Mr. Cockerton, a Vinegar merchant. At the St. JAMES' Theatre, the "Evening Star" will be visible every night. It has found a fitting representative in Mrs. STIRLING.

pleted. The season will be commenced early in November, and continued until February.

Printed by J. Eames, 7, Tavistock St., Covent Garden.

Published for the Proprietor by GEORGE DENNEY, at the Office, 7, Tavistock St. Covent Garden: sold also by Hetherington, 126, Strand; Strange, 21, and Steill, 20, Paternoster Row Purkiss, Compton Street; and James Pattie, Brydges Street, Covent Garden.

sation; even Mr. Bob Sawyer felt the influence of the weather, and the previous day's excitement. In his own most expressive language, he was "floored." So was Mr. Ben Allen. So was Mr. Pickwick.

In protracted expectation of the weather clearing up,

Hall.

We learn from a notice prefixed to this part, that another month will see the whole of the publication completed,-a consummation most devoutly to be wished. To write for the sake of making up a certain quantity of matter, is unprofitable to both author and reader. There is, however, much humor in the present number; and altogether it is a very fair shilling's-worth. The following extract introduces Mr. Pickwick, Bob Sawyer, Ben Allen, and Sam Weller; after an unsuccessful visit to Birmingham to appease the wrath of old Mr. Winkle :

"The morning which broke upon Mr. Pickwick's sight at eight o'clock was not at all calculated to elevate his spirits, or to lessen the depression which the unlooked-for result of his embassy inspired. The sky was dark and gloomy, the air damp and raw, the streets wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly above the chimney-tops as if it lacked the courage to rise, and the rain came slowly and doggedly down as if it had not even the spirit to pour. A game-cock in the stableyard, deprived of every spark of his accustomed animation, balanced himself dismally on one leg in a corner: and a donkey, moping with drooping head under the narrow roof of an outhouse, appeared from his meditative and miserable countenance to be contemplating suicide. In the street, umbrellas were the only things to be seen, and the clicking of pattens and splashing of rain-drops, the only sounds to be heard.

The breakfast was interrupted by very little conver[No. 8, NEW SERIES.]

read with an intensity of interest only known in cases of extreme destitution; every inch of the carpet was walked over with similar perseverance, the windows were looked out of often enough to justify the imposition of an additional duty upon them, all kinds of topics of conversation were started, and failed; and at length Mr. Pickwick, when noon had arrived without a change for the better, rang the bell resolutely, and ordered out the chaise.

Although the roads were miry, and the drizzling rain came down harder than it had done yet, and although the mud and wet splashed in at the open windows of almost as great to the pair of insides as to the pair of the carriage to such an extent that the discomfort was outsides, still there was something in the very motion, and the sense of being up and doing, which was so infinitely superior to being pent in a dull room, looking at the dull rain dripping into a dull street, that they all agreed, on starting, that the change was a great improvement, and wondered how they could possibly have delayed making it as long as they had done.

When they had stopped to change at Coventry, the steam ascended from the horses in such clouds as wholly to obscure the hostler, whose voice was however heard to declare from the mist, that he expected the first Gold Medal from the Humane Society on their next distribution of rewards, for taking the post-boy's hat off; the water descending from the brim of which, the invisible gentleman declared must inevitably have drowned him (the postboy,) but for his great presence of mind in tearing it promptly from his head, and drying the gasping man's countenance with a wisp of

"You don't seem to mind it," observed Bob.

"Vy, I don't exactly see no good my mindin' on it 'ud do, Sir," replied Sam.

"That's an unanswerable reason, anyhow," said Bob.

"Yes, Sir," rejoined Mr. Weller. "Wotever is, is right, as the young nobleman sveetly remarked ven they put him down in the pension list 'cos his mother's uncle's vife's grandfather vunce lit the king's pipe vith a portable tinder box."

"Not a bad notion that, Sam," said Mr. Bob Sawyer, approvingly.

"Just wot the young nobleman said ev'ry quarterday arterwards for the rest of his life," replied Mr. Weller,

"Wos you ever called in," enquired Sam, glancing at the driver, after a short silence, and lowering his voice to a mysterious whisper, "wos you ever called in, ven you wos 'prentice to a sawbones, to wisit a postboy?" "I don't remember that I ever was," replied Bob Sawyer.

"You never see a postboy in that 'ere hospital as you walked (as they says o' the ghosts), did you?" demanded Sam.

"No," replied Bob Sawyer. "I don't think I ever did."

"Never know'd a churchyard vere there vos a postboy's tombstone, or see a dead postboy, did you?" enquired Sam, pursuing his catechism.

"No," rejoined Bob, "I never did."

"Nor never

"No," rejoined Sam, triumphantly. vill; and there's another thing that no man never see, and that's a dead donkey-no man never see a dead donkey, 'cept the gen'l'm'n in the black-silk smalls, as know'd the young 'ooman as kept a goat; and that wos a French donkey, so wery likely he warn't vun o' the reg'lar breed."

"Well, what has that got do do with the postboys?" asked Bob Sawyer.

"This here," replied Sam. "Vithout goin' so far as to as-sert, as some wery sensible people do, that postboys and donkeys is both immortal, wot I says is this; that venever they feels theirselves gettin' stiff and past their work, they just rides off together, vun postboy to a pair, in the usual vay; wot becomes on 'em nobody knows, but it's wery probable as they starts avay to take their pleasure in some other yorld, for their a'int a man alive as ever see either a donkey or a postboy a takin' his pleasure in this!"

We break off here, not wishing further to anticipate our readers' perusal of the entire number. We would, however, again enter our protest against the miserable abominations called "illustrations," which are allowed to defile the writings of so popular a man as Boz; surely, for an inconsiderable sum, an artist of some celebrity might be retained, who would do justice to his author. We speak thus plainly, because

we observe an announcement to the effect of PHIZ being engaged to illustrate a new work by the same author.-Credat Judæus !

Sketches in London. Part 1. By the author of "Random Recollections," &c. Orr and Co. When we inform our readers that this publication is from the imaginative pen of Mr. GRANT, whose eccentricities and absurdities we duly exposed in the second number of the IDLER, we at once let them know what they have to expect. It is in fact a repetition of his RANDOM Recollections, and as far from being a true picture of what it professes to detail, as can well be imagined. We offer one or two specimens recherche :

"If I have not succeeded to the extent of my own wishes, as regards the copiousness of my facts, I have

great reason for reposing an implicit reliance on the accuracy of those I have ascertained!!!"

This beats an ordinary Irishman hollow! But again:

"I have been at some pains to ascertain the probable number of begging-letters which are, on an average, daily addressed to noblemen, gentlemen, and ladies in the metropolis. To speak with any thing like certainty on the subject were, of course, out of the question! From all the facts I have been able to learn, I should suppose that there must be at least, speaking in round numbers, 1000 such letters written every day by these impostors. Those who confine themselves to what they call the higher game, namely, the nobility and affluent gentry, do not deal to a great extent in epistles of this description, because the field is of necessity comparatively limited, and also because if they succeed in one case out of five they make a rich harvest, seldom receiving less than two sovereigns, in many instances five, in some ten, and occasionally, though very rarely, as high as twenty; but in my computation as to the probable number of begging-letters written daily in London, I include the class of impostors who chiefly, if not exclusively, confine their labors to epistolary applications to clergymen, dissenting ministers, and other persons of known benevolence, in the middle ranks of life. Instances consist with my own personal knowledge of an individual (!) of this last class of impostors, writing no fewer than twenty of these letters in a day. Not long since sixteen letters of this description, all sealed and ready for delivery, were found in a basket at the house of one of these persons, in the Blackfriars Road; and it was ascertained that all the sixteen had been intended to be forwarded to their respective destinations within a few hours after the discovery. If then some of these rogues are so indefatigable in their epistolary attempts on the pockets of the charitable and humane, as to pen twenty letters in one day, surely, considering their number, and after making every allowance for the comparatively contracted labors of the least industrious portion of the swindling community, there is nothing extravagant in the supposition that 1000 such letters are daily indited and forwarded to their several destinations in London.,

As to the average proportion the successful bear to the unsuccessful applications in such cases, I have no data on which to ground even a confident conjecture!"

"It will appear on the first blush of the thing incredible, but the fact has in various cases been established beyond all question, that some of the more successful begging-letter writers keep their clerks, and sport their horses and gigs. This was the case with blind Williams, so well known in town some years ago. It was ascertained at the time, that his annual income, from his begging epistles, averaged from £600 to £800. He regularly employed two clerks, at a salary, if I remember rightly, (!) of £80 a-year, in the one case, and £50 in the other."

We shall not insult our readers by making further extracts; seeing that the above will amply suffice to shew the value of Mr. Grant's "London Sketches!"

mer.

a' respectable,' and no doubt, a favorite perforThere were one or two novelties produced on Thursday, which we shall duly notice next week. KNOWLES' new comedy is to be produced on Monday.

St. James's.-This fashionable theatre opened for the season on the 29th ult.; on which occasion were produced, a new burletta, entitled Assignation; or, What will my Wife say?-the Young Widow,-Is she his Wife? and Methinks I see my Father. In the first of these a very ill-written, and worse constructed, affair by the way—we were introduced to our friends HARLEY and FORESTER; to whose spirited exertions, in connection with the prompter, the piece owes its success. The fun turns upon Pierre Dubois (HARLEY) being taken for De Belmont (FORESTER), blindfolded, and led away to the palace of the Count de Ferro (HOLLINGSWORTH). Arrived here, and being mistaken for a surgeon, a number of equivoques

succeed, which tell well in the hands of HARLEY, an explanation takes place the real surgeon arrives-and all parties are satisfied. We should observe that Dubois, when blindfolded, fancies he is going to play the principal character in an assignation, and to supplant De Belmont! Miss ALLISON, as Florentina, was as insipid, vain, and conceited as ever. What a pity it is that this young lady has not some kind and faithful friend to give her a few useful hints,

and to undeceive her as to her histrionic abili

ties. She evidently imagines herself clever and attractive! a sad mistake. In the Young Widow, Mr. WRIGHT, from Birmingham, made his first appearance here, and was well received. His Splash was a very lively and pleasing performauce, and proves that he is an actor of the right school. Aurelia was personated by Mrs. STIRLING, whose entrance was hailed with several rounds of applause. She looked, as usual, beautiful, fascinating, and elegant; and played with the naivete for which she has so long distinguished herself. With such a magnet, the St. James' will long prove attractive. Is she his Wife? and Methinks I see my Father, concluded the entertainments. They were well played, and afforded much amusement to a respectable company. BRAHAM, the ever-green, took part in "GOD save the Queen," which was sang immediately after the first piece. He was in fine voice, and met with an enthusiastic reception. He has a compact little company, and we cordially wish him success. He has acted wisely in engaging Mr. H. HALL, of the New Strand.

Adelphi.-We were, of course, among the first to welcome Mr. YATES, on the opening of this favorite theatre on the 29th ult., and were right glad to find his house filled to an overflow. The pieces he selected for the occasion, were the burletta of Rory O'More (founded on Mr. Lover's novel of that name), and a domestic burletta, entitled the Pocket Book. In the former, Mr. POWER enacted the hero, which leaves us little more to say than that he kept

the house in a continued roar of laughter. There have been great liberties taken with the story, as laid down in the novel; but let that pass. There are also two faults in the piece: one, is its great length;-the other, the scene between Betty the Cook, and Rory; whom, in the dark, she innocently takes for her husband, and invites to come to bed. This scene ought instantly to be cut out. A modest young lady like Miss SHAW, ought not to be cast for such a character; nor indeed should any female who has the least regard for decency and decorum be obliged to listen to Power's filthy double-entendres. Verbum sat. With this exception, we can give the piece our unqualified good word. The principal performers in it are YATES, POWER, WILKINSON, O. SMITH, Mrs. YATES, and Miss Agnes TAYLOR. This last young lady was formerly a chorus singer; but is now playing She is a nice looking the Land of the West, and the Hour before Day, girl, and has a sweet voice. Her two songs, were well sung, and the former loudly encored. The Pocket Book is a burletta of intense interest, in which Mrs. YATES performs a leading character, with her usual ability. O. SMITH also figures in it; and there is a duel and an assassination! No stronger an inducement can be held out to the frequenters of the Adelphi, to whom these things are as indispensable as light and air! John REEVE is convalescent, and will shortly appear; being only kept back as a corps de reserve.

"for fame."

Street, opened her doors on the 29th ult.; on Olympic.-The fair widow of Wych

which occasion two successful novelties were produced, entitled Advice Gratis, and the New Servant. In the course of the evening, Mr. and Mrs. KEELEY appeared, and were received with thunders of applause. We have no room this week to enter into any details.

The New Strand closes on Thursday.-The Surrey is reaping the fruits of a liberal management and favorite pieces. The Law of the Land, the Real Bedouin Arabs, and the King and the Freebooter, are still the reigning attractions.— Astley's closes to-night, after a most prosperous season. The Victoria has produced a new and successful melodrama, called the Truant Chief; or, the Provost of Paris; which has been played during the week with My Fellow Clerk, and the Farmer's Story. Mr. DENVIL is engaged here, and uses his voice to so great an advantage, that he may be heard to the distance of several miles!-Sadler's Wells is still distinguished for good pieces, a rich treasury, and overflowing houses.

Printed by J. Eames, 7, Tavistock St., Covent Garden.

Published for the Proprietor by GEORGE DENNEY, at the Office, 7, Tavistock St. Covent Garden: sold also by Hetherington, 126, Strand; Strange, 21, and Steill, 20, Paternoster Row Purkiss, Compton Street; and James Pattie, 4, Brydges Street, Covent Garden.