From "The Seer."

Our unequivocal opinion has been often expressed, that the political weather would never remain eternally at Set Fair, but would retrograde sooner or later to Changeable, if not to Stormy, with the usual latitude as to locality; and our prediction is fulfilled to the letter. Without referring to Belgium, or France, or Russia, or Canada, or Mexico, or Jericho, we may triumphantly point nearer home, in proof that we have not "wasted our wind." There is a breeze at Stoke Pogis; and we only wait for the details to continue our prophecies. It will be remembered, that of all our contemporaries this journal was the only one that announced a great fall in potatoes simultaneously with a shower of Murphys.

Extract from a Private Letter.

Their is sad wurk hear. The Inflamatory have been gitting the Steem up for sum time past, and the report says the hole Biling is -explodid amung the Stokers. It is said no too Members of the Corporation

hang togither, and the Hed is blowd all the way up

to Lonnon.

From a Correspondent.

At a time when the news from Stoke Pogis is adapted to every voice, but with so many variations, every authentic note must be acceptable; and the following letter was kindly placed at our service by a gentleman who has a friend who has an acquaintance who has a relative in the disturbed district :

"MY DEAR CHARLES,

"It is with a throbbing pen and a reluctant heart, that I sit down to inform you of the probable recurrence of those afflicting scenes which took place in the year '31. Our village, though strictly a minor, appears to be getting up a tragedy more fit for the theatre of war than our very limited stage; but it is the unhappy effect of popular commotions to inflate the localities where they take place into a pernicious self importance, and Stoke Pogis having once attracted the eyes of all Europe, seems unwilling to return to

its primitive obscurity. If you have ever visited any remote insignificant country hamlet, only remarkable for a Shocking Murder, but where the rustics are more conceited, the children more familiar, the young women more forward, and the ale dearer than common, you will know what I mean.

However, I did

hope that the reign of law and subordination and

property was set in sufficiently to last my time; but
alas! it is ordered otherwise, and as Pope or some-
body says,
'Chaos is come again.' It is, perhaps,
too late when we are in the very vortex of an earth-
quake, to inquire by what false step we have arrived
at such a precipice; but I cannot help thinking that
the strong arm of the law, if called in earlier, might
have crushed the embers under its foot. The exact
extent of the danger is not known; but it is pretty
certain that some Hampden, or Thistlewood, or
Cromwell, or Coriolanus, or some such character,
has sprung up; and, unless nipped in the focus, may
explode into ramifications that no conciliation will
eradicate. In the mean time, fear magnifies every
thing; and, like Carpenter's celebrated Solar Micro-

scope, produces the most terrific Bugbears out of next to nothing, till you almost expect that mite will overcome right. As a sample of these provincial rumours, it is currently believed here that we are threatened with a descent by a Russian Armada, which has already seized upon our whalers, with all their oil and blubber, to serve as tenders in carrying provisions for their fleet. Time will show, and in the meanwhile

"I remain, dear Charles, &c.

"H. J. P.

"P.S.-I send you a copy of the 'Pogian Argus.' It is a week old, but will serve to show the incipient turbulence that smoothed the way to the present crisis."

From the "Pogian Argus."

Although no alarmists, we cannot help calling the attention of our local authorities to the threatening posture and decidedly serious aspect of a certain party in this place. We flattered ourselves that the cordon sanitaire of sound and loyal principles we had drawn round the neighbourhood would protect it effectually

from contagion; and that Stoke Pogis, so much smaller than Birmingham, and so much quieter than Sheffield, would be secure from political disturbance. We have been deceived. On Saturday night last, what is called a "Demonstration" took place at the Pig and Puncheon, the notorious Timothy Gubbins, of Guy Fox celebrity, in the chair. The taproom

was crowded to excess; and many speeches were delivered, the sentiments of which, and a great deal of the language, were anything but English. After some preliminaries had been gone through,

The Chairman said, he hoped every gentleman would make himself comfortable. They was met there for the good of the nation, including the good of the house; and he hoped, in calling for reform, every gentleman would call for what he liked best. Nobody was tied to nothing, either in spouting or drinking. He trusted as how there would be an unpartial hearing, and that no gentleman's mouth would be stopped, so long as he drank his own beer.

Reuben Taylor said he riz early to recommend an early rising. The people had laid down long enough.