a-kimbo-contemplative-smiling-sneering, and for the admirers

of the sublime and dignified, according to Dryden

"I looked a 'Lion' with a gloomy stare,

And o'er my forehead hung my matted hair!"

This last portrait, I am happy to state, was hung so high, and in so dark a corner, that very few ladies knew of its existence.*

However, to quit the pictorial theme, which I resign with renewed acknowledgments of the kindness of Mildpen, a really fine fellowat the present moment, I am told, editing "The Weekly Thunderbolt" in Penzance-an excellent fellow, for it was he, who on our return from a party in Fitzroy Square, in a moment of high excitement, pointed out to me the shop (the only shop in London) in Tottenham Court Road, where white kid gloves were cleaned at only threepence per pair; white kid gloves being, in my days, a more exclusive wear than at present: a most expensive article of dress too, for mere literary "Lions," for I know not how others have suffered, but I never took mine off at any party, that I did not lose at least one of them.t

I have endeavoured to describe my sensations as my leonine nature came upon me: I have now-and I shall as briefly as possible touch upon the distressing theme to speak of my feelings as I again felt myself falling back to mere man. My fate is, however, the fate of all "Lions."

I was in the strength of my reputation, when Buggins, the great poet and romance-writer, arose.

"We met 'twas in a crowd;"

but I saw the women hanging round him—all the ten artists, nine of whom had done me, watching him to catch him for "Somerset House -a fashionable publisher (turning his back to me) glaring at

• Should Mrs. Nokes wish to possess this painting, we are happy to inform her, that it is now on sale dog-cheap, at the left-hand corner shop of Broker's Row, Hanover Street, Long Acre; we saw it only yesterday.-ED.

+ Mr. Nokes will regret to hear that the worthy individual who kept this most convenient establishment—we knew it well-has since been bankrupt. Mr. Nokes alludes to his losses of kid gloves whilst a "Lion;" in the simplicity and ingenuousness of his nature, he is apparently ignorant of an astonishing but withal complimentary fact. The truth is, let a "Lion" of a Party only unglove himself, and the women-we have seen them do it-steal the kids. The pretty enthusiasts will have a relic of "the wonderful creature," and thus commit a theft, which even the sufferer must, as we have observed, allow to be very complimentary. How courageous are women when they really admire! To seize a piece of kid from the very paws of a "Lion."-ED.

Buggins, as if he would have looked into his very bowels for "copy," -and two editors of rival magazines (their backs to me) smiling graciously on what I felt to be the "Lion" of the night.

I retired early from the scene; and never―never shall I forget the cool insolence with which one of my former worshippers, a beautiful girl, who had already appeared in one of the handsomest of the annuals, met me retreating to the door, and with her eye on Buggins, and half-turning her back to me, she cried "What! going? good-bye." I went home, suspecting, nay more than suspecting, my fallen condition. The fact, however, was put beyond a doubt, when in the next number of "The Annihilator," I read the following passagea passage taken from fifty eulogies redolent of incense. The words were as follows:

"To say that Buggins has risen beyond all former poets in the portraiture of men and things is to say nothing; as he has surpassed all men, so will no man ever surpass him. In a word, he has all the grandeur (and ten times more) of Nokes, without one particle of his weakness!

That "without!"

My fate was sealed; from that moment my

mane came off by handsfull!

The "weakness of Nokes!" I who had been quoted-lauded for energy-superhuman power-but it matters not; had I malice, the evil passion would be more than satisfied, for in a year or two afterwards, I perceived in "The Annihilator," the following gratifying intelligence :

"For Slopskin-the new star that has risen in the firmament of literature-it may be truly said of him, that he has more than all the vigour of Buggins, without his poverty of expression.'

And what is Slopskin now? No "Lion," but Bottom the weaver. Another "Lion" came with a "without" a something of Slopskin, and lo! Slopskin is now mere mortal man.

I retired from London in disgust; having, however, had the satisfaction of seeing myself bound in sheep for the use of schools— went to college-entered the church, and here I am in the parish of Satansfield, on the limited income of two hundred pounds per annum, house-rent, coals, and candles, included; no "Lion," but an unshaken pillar of Protestant ascendancy, please to direct Mr. TYAS to immediately forward me the thirty pounds for this article, and believe me yours, truly and affectionately,

JOHN NOKES.

We will add nothing to the "confessions" of the late "LION:"they shall stand unmixed "with baser matter."

THE MEDICAL STUDENT.

BY PAUL PRENDERGAST.

ENTER abruptly on the scene-(the lobby of the Anatomical Theatre, Hospital)—the subject of our present sketch a young gentleman, of about five feet eight inches in height, with dull darkish eyes, and eyebrows to match-interlacing over the root of the nose, the last-mentioned feature being large, long, and fleshý, and in excellent keeping with a couple of thick projecting lips. The complexion is a kind of smoky tallow; the forehead is narrow and sloping, but the contour of the rest of the head is concealed by a four-and-ninepenny gossamer, with a very narrow brim and sundry indentations in front, worn sideways in the most approved fashion of billiard-room frequenters, and visitors of night-houses. A black neckerchief, tied à la Ben Brace, a very high and not very clean shirt-collar, a rough Flushing jacket garnished with broad black bone buttons, a very long waistcoat of a shawl pattern, and blue shaggy trousers splashed with mud at their terminations, complete the costume. The tout-ensemble forms an illustration of "December fashions for Gentlemen," as modified in the person of a probationary guardian of the public health "in statu pupillari,”—that is, in the course of "walking the Hospitals;" a species of discipline which is strongly analogous to what is termed in some establishments for the reformation of offenders, "unproductive labour." The parallel, indeed, between this system and that pursued at a certain Institution in the suburban retirement of Brixton, is remarkably close, as regards the advantages of each, both to the individual and to society. The hands of this member of the "HEADS OF THE PEOPLE" (and tails of his profession) are lodged in the wide pockets appertaining to his hirsute outer garment; and under the left arm is carried a greasy octavo volume, the lids of which have been marbled in the process of binding, and stained in the pursuit of knowledge. But it is time that our head (like Friar Bacon's, 't is a brazen one) should speak.

F