THE HONEY-MOON.

The Little Unknown, with that innate sense of delicacy which so pre-eminently distinguishes all his addresses to the fair daughters of Albion, begs permission to inform them, that in consequence of the very pressing and endearing solicitations, the heart-broken accents, and powerful appeals to his tender sensibilities of a fascinating and delicate blonde; and being penetrated with the deepest anxiety, that the sensitive and tender feelings of the lovely fair should not be lacerated by so sudden and (as regards their future prospects of peace of mind and earthly happiness) so fatal an event; and in order to prevent, as far as possible, any of those severe, afflicting, and dangerous consequences, which so frequently take place in the susceptible minds of young ladies, so affectingly and inevitably overcome at first sight, as many have expressed themselves in their billets-doux,—that the Unknown has made choice of, and submitted to, the overpowering demonstrations of the above highly accomplished and elegant lady. He, therefore, with the most unfeigned and heartfelt sorrow, entreats the fair sex universally not to press on his wearied attention any more of those heart-rending and convulsive sighs, which heretofore have so frequently driven the colour from his glowing cheeks, and the goddess of sleep from his benign eyelids. He also begs leave to caution the fair sex, who so exultingly furnish themselves with the pictorial representation of his person, no doubt in contemplation of the happiness deferred, that some pilferer has attempted to imitate his elegant style and manner, but so clumsily, (and the vulgar style being so opposite to his), as to be easily detected, that none are genuine but those published by Mr. FORES, 41, Piccadilly, where may be had Plate 1 and 2.