THE RISING SUN.

The residence of Sir Robert Peel has been so besieged of late by
place-hunters, that it has been aptly termed the _New Post Office_.

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THE PUNCH CORRESPONDENCE.

In presenting the following epistle to my readers, it may be
necessary to apprise them, that it is the genuine production of my
eldest daughter, Julia, who has lately obtained the situation of
lady's-maid in the house of Mr. Samuel Briggs, an independent wax
and tallow-chandler, of Fenchurch-street, City, but who keeps his
family away from business, in fashionable style, in
Russell-square, Bloomsbury. The example of many of our most
successful literary _chiffonniers_, who have not thought it
disgraceful to publish scraps of private history and unedited
scandal, picked up by them in the houses to which they happened to
be admitted, will, it is presumed, sufficiently justify my
daughter in communicating, for the amusement of an enlightened
public, and the benefit of an affectionate parent, a few
circumstances connected with Briggs' family, with such
observations and reflections of her own as would naturally suggest
themselves to a refined and intelligent mind. Should this first
essay of a timid girl in the thorny path of literature be
favourably received by my friends and patrons, it will stimulate
her to fresh exertions; and, I fondly hope, may be the means of