The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1836-11-04 00:00:00

PICKWICKIAN PHILOSOPHY.

POVERTY AND OYSTERS.
" It's a very" remarkable circumstance, Sir," said Sam," that
poverty and oysters always seems to go together."
" I don't understand you, Sam," Sairl.Mr. Pickwick.
" What I mean, said Sam, "is, that the- poorer a place
is, the greater call there seems to be for oysters. Look here,
Sir ;• here's a oyster stall to every half-dozen houses—the
street's lined vith 'ens. Blessed if I don't think that vets a
man's wen- poor, he rushes out of his lodgings, and eats oysters
in reg'lai desperation."

"To be sore he does," said Mr. Weller senior, "and it's just
the same vith pickled salmon !"

_ .
"Those are two very ieuiarkahle facts, which never occurred
to one before," said Mi. Pickwick. "The very first place w•e
stop at, I'll make a note of thew,"

AIISANTIIRoPY AND TURNPIKE TRUSTS.
By this time they had reached tale turnpike at Mile-End; a
profound-silence prevailed, until they bad got two or three miles
further on, when Mr. Weller senior, turtling suddenly to Mr.
Pickwick, said—.
" Wei y queer life is a pike-,keeper's, Sir."
"A what ?" said Mr. Pickwick.
" A pike-keeper."
"What do you mean by a puke-keeper?" inquired Mr. Peter
Maguu%
"The old 'un means a turnpike-keeper, gen'lin'u," observed
Mr. Weller, in explanation.
Oh," said Mr. Pick:wick, " I see. Yes; very curious life.
Very uncomfortable."
"'They're all on 'em, men as has met vith some disappoint-
ment inlifc," said Mr. Weller, senior.
" A), ay ?" said Mr. Pickwick.
" Yes. Consequence of vich they retires from the world,
and shuts themselves up in pikes; partly vith the view of being
takin' tolls." rewenge themselves on mankind, by
solitary, and partly to
" Dear me," said Mr. Pickwick, "I never knew-that before."
" Fact, Sir," said Mr. `yeller, " if they witigenlin'n you'd
call 'em misanthropes, but as it is they only 'takes to pike-
,
keepiu.

-FAV SONG OF THE MEN Op ST, LEONARD'S; OR
A VOICE FROM snoitEurreu.

We now know Lord John Rn seii. and wp hold him for nothing
more than what lie is—an ungrateful little Lord, and a mere farthing
rustiii,,ht, among the politieiaus of the day."—putlie meeung of g
Leonard's Shored leh, on Fridny /as!.

We know Lord John Russell—we know hitn at last
! would we had known him in times that ale past,.
Small,small as he was, we once thought loin a trump,
And .up with a hop and a skip and a jump
He mounted our backs which we lent him all pliant,
And perch'd on our shoulders he look'd like a giant !
We slionted his praises by day and; by night
And praciaiiii'd hint a bright anda shining light :
Though, alas !-he's the arnallest of all our patriciani,
And a mere Arthiny rushli;iht among politicians!
tit's know you Lord John !—yes, we know you at last—
A ! would we had known you in times that are past!—
Though now in Court tires's, us the HornisSecre-tary,
You strut on Court days, a puff'd up dignitary,
YOU, 1;now very well you had never been sick,
Had you not had the help of we teen of Shoreditch.
We men of St. Leonard's Sh,oreditch were the people,
That in hollering for you almost shook down our steeple ;
Aye steeple and Church too we .neariv down tnnibled,
The King, and the Lords, and the Ei,hops we humbled,
That you might get sate into place ;—and for which
You now turn your back nu we Men of Shoreditch !
Thou. thinnest and smallest of all our patricians !
'['butt ,were farthing rushlight among politicians ! !
Yes, we know you Lord John!—we know you at last ;
Ah! would we had known you in times that are past !
When the King, quite aweary, had turned you adrift,
"Twas we tneu tif St. Leonard's that lent you a lift ;
Down, down in the dirt you lay—you and your crew,
And what to be after you none of you knew; •
Till we men of St. Leonard's Shoreditch, taking pity,
Kiels.'d up such a roar and a rout through the.Citv,-
That "the Duke" and " the Baronet" both fled amain,
And we forced poor King. William to take you egain !
W (lid it !—we men or St. Leonard's Shoreditch,
We stuck you again Up in Fame's highest niche;--
And now you wake light of our eat nest petitions !
You, the thinnest the smallest of all our. patricians! !
lou, the mere farthing rushliyht—among politicians ! 1 !

A SRA. Cow.—A handbill was last week liberally placarded
about the streets of Newcastle, inviting the people to,delight
themselves with the sig ht of a most remarkable animal captui ed
by Captain Kidd, off the coast of Holland, aw described as a
l.
"Sea Cow" alive. An immense number of naturalists (or
naturals) paid their sixpences for a i,ie* of this unique specimen,
which was placed for exhibition in a stable at the Scotch Arms.
where they beheld the sea cow,_ which bore a rather striking re-
semblance to a Scotch kv lee shorn of one of its horns. It was
surrounded by eystersberls, by which the visitors were given to
understand that` it fed upon oysters. Unfortunately for this
story, there happened tribe some hay within reach, which the
inhabitant of the deep appealed greatly to• prefer, The animal
was spotted on the back, had a blue belly and violet-coloured
legs. The creature was tu truth a cow, which had leapt over-
board from a London steamer, and was picked up. b) Captnin
Kidd. who broke one of its horns in getting it on board. He
sold it on arriving in the river isyne, and the purchasers painted
it and toads a few pounds 'from the admirers of natural curiosi.
ties.— Tyne M 5, cur y.