Volume 25 — THE CLOTH AND THE PLUSH.

In Swift's time a Chaplain was a mere clerical domestic; and some Curates appear to be little better now. Did ever any one hear of an ordained valet?—somebody wants to hear of such a servant, however, to judge herefrom:—

Curacy, with Title for Holy Orders, in the Diocese of Canterbury. Remuneration—board and lodging, and £20 per annum. For further particulars apply to Mr. Clerc Smith, Secretary to the Church of England Club, 36, Southampton Street, Strand.

The above is taken from the Times. What is the Curate expected to undertake for £20 a year and his victuals? The cure of Soles—in the sense of scraping them, perhaps—with the additional duty of polishing upper leathers. To answer the bell that rings for prayers, peradventure—and also that which rings for hot water. We should like to know whether the employer of such a Curate returns him in his Assessed Tax Paper, with a farther entry on his account under the head of Hair Powder.

Political Capital.—The only capital most Irish Members have, and even that is at a terrible discount.

SEVERE, BUT FLATTERING.

Reflective Cabman. "Vell, it all 'us was so! The genteeler the Party, the wosser the Fare!"