11 JANUARY 1840, page 12

The Curse Of Party.

As every naked man that comes into time world is shuffled into clothing of some kind—rags or robes according to destiny—so every born truth has its particular lie "made to......

Smooth Sailing: Lucky Tom Macaulay.

" WEIAR' are ye gaun, Sawney ?" said the proprietor of a Clydesdale orchard, to a schoolboy whom he confronted crawling into it through a gap in the hedge. "Back again," replied......