KING ROTHSCHILD DETHRONED.
IT is known to all frequenters of the 'Change, that Mr. ROTHS- CHILD ilivariably takes his station against a certain pillar at the
south-east corner of the quadrangle, to give audience, and receive the homage of the money-brokers. The merchants would as soon have thought of pulling down one of the statues that occupy the niches above, as of displacing this living pillar of the Exchange from his post. What must have been their amazement, at finding the great Colossus of Consuls—the Leviathan of Loans—ousted from his accustomed place! Had the sun been missing from the fir marneut, it would hardly have caused more consternation. The interloper, when apprised of his error, and courteously requested to give way, peremptorily refused to budge a foot. Porters and beadles interfered, and the mercantile community alternately en- treated and threatened; but in vain. The presumptuous intruder pertinaciously adhered to the pillar and his determination; and the great Roenscnien, reddening with anger, was fain to retire isms the background. There, seated on a lowly bet ch, did the arbiter of the exchanges receive the adulatory Condolences of his satellites, and listen with grateful ears to their loud execrations of the profane conduct of his impudent supplanter. This is not the first time that the mighty Monarch of the Mo- ney-market has had his throne invaded by an usurper. What the fate of the last traitor was, we know not; but the present one may be assured, that every loyal broker is prepared to shed his last drop of ink in defence of the prescriptive privilege of the Sovereign Contractor; and, should the caitiff dare 'to repeat the outrage, he will be transfixed, like another SEBASTIAN, with their pens.
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