A POPULAR FETE.
THE Emperor of Russia, it is said, has been " feasting. the good people of St. Petersburg ; thirty thousand of whom were invited to a grand halt ! " We know not (though we may have heard something of) the capacity of the Imperial Palace; but, for an en- tertainment on a Feat,: suitable to such a mob of a company, Salis- bury Plain would be the only ball-room, with Stonehenge for the orchestra; the sky flat the roof, and the turf' flit? a carpet: beacons of the Drfirnmond light should illumine the scene; tea and coffee bubble up like the boiling springs of Iceland ; a river of milk flaw between reeky banks of loaf sugar ; pyramids of jelly and biancinatre rise in the desert : Lake Leman be converted to letno- nado; and Alpine glaciers of frozen cream be surrounded by stn. perlous crags of cake, their summits frosted with eternal sugar ! Etna or Vesuvius would furnish the concluding display of fire- works : and MARTIN might make a picture of the scene, and dedicate it to his patron the Czar.
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