to their residence, giving them opium in their drink and then smothering them, to sell their bodies to surgeons for dissection; they were apprehended, and were put out of this world by hanging. Close by the entrance is a likeness of that extraordinary individual, Fieschi, with the machine with which he attempted to destroy Louis Philippe, the present King of the French. The machine consists of a number of barrels, twenty perhaps, all of which he loaded with gunpowder and bullets, and fired as the King was just passing his residence; an accidental stoppage of the procession saved the life of the King; several of the nobility and soldiers who were accompanying him, and who were close to his person at the time were severely wounded.

There was, opposite to him, a very laughable representation of a very favorite actor of comical characters, Mr. Liston, in a character called Paul Pry, which amused us much. We should have mentioned that Fieschi, who is represented as standing up and looking at the machine, is so constructed as to gradually keep his head in motion, as if he were very minutely examining the barrels; and so much is he like a living man, that several persons have enquired of him the nature and intent of that which seems so much to occupy his attention. Seated on one of the long forms placed for the accommodation of the visitors, is a wax representation of that extraor

dinary man, William Cobbett, a great political writer. He, Cobbett, is one of the numerous instances of which we have heard, of men from the humblest rank in society rising by talent alone and unaided, to wealth and distinction. Cobbett was the son of poor parents, and had but a very indifferent education, and was induced by poverty to enlist as a common soldier. He, however, took great pains with his education, and became the writer and printer of a weekly political periodical (the Register), which was constantly attacking the acts of government. He published an English and French grammar, said to be the best of its kind, wrote a history of England, and many other volumes of books, and at last became a member of parliament. To prove how very closely he is in appearance to an animated being, a gentleman with whom we became very intimate told us that he went with a friend to see the exhibition, and being himself at first deceived, thinking Cobbett was alive, he sat himself down alongside of the figure (which also keeps his head constantly moving, as if looking at the group of foreign princes in front). He, of course, preserved his gravity, and kept his features quite still. He wore spectacles, and endeavoured to imitate the motions of the figure. He had not sat long before a gentleman and lady took their seat by Cobbett's figure, and the gentleman asked of it, who the persons were in the inclosure in

front; upon receiving no answer he whispered to his companion, "It is not a man, it is a figure;" she said, "Oh, yes, I knew that, and so is the next to him;" immediately upon which, to test her judgment, the gentleman asked a question of our friend, and upon not receiving an answer, went to some of the spectators, and asked who those two figures were. This drew the attention of several of the spectators to them, and after they had looked for a few minutes, our friend put his hand suddenly in his pocket, took out his catalogue, got up and walked away as if he was innocent of the deception, and a loud and unusual burst of laughter was produced. The best time to see the exhibition is when it is lighted up in the evening, as the countenances look more natural then. The music which is played here is very pleasing, and generally there is a very great concourse of people. The dresses are very good.

We paid a second visit, after the marriage of the Queen, and we then saw a group of figures, representing those who were present on the 10th of February, 1840, when her Majesty was married to her cousin, Prince Albert of Saxe Cobourg and Gotha. He would not be twenty-one years of age until the 26th of August in that year, and she would be twenty-one on the 24th of May in that year. His Royal Highness' likeness is very good; they are both looking very happy; he has every appearance of being a good kind-hearted

man. He has a very small moustache, which is very becoming to him. Queen Adelaide is in the group, and Prince Albert's father and brother. The Queen's favorite uncle, the Duke of Sussex, is also there, in capacity of father, to give her away; there are several beautiful women of her household about her person, but the Queen and Prince Albert of course engage the attention of spectators. There is scarcely any body who has attracted the attention of the public, but what is to be found here. It may, perhaps, amuse some of our own countrywomen to know how the Queen was dressed: she wore on her head a wreath of orange blossoms and a lace veil, with diamond ear-rings and necklace. Her gown was of white satin, with a great deal of beautiful lace, and with orange blossoms all over the body and train. The cost of the lace alone was £1000; the satin was made in London in Spitalfields, where a great number of silk weavers live. As the Queen could not wear, so as to exhibit it, the order of the Garter, where it is usually worn by males, she wore it upon her arm, with its motto of "Evil be to him who evil thinks;" and she also wore the star of the order.

We saw at this exhibition William Pitt and Charles James Fox, whose names are familiar to every one who knows anything about the political history of England; they having, for very many years, been the leaders of the parties known as

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Whigs and Tories. There is a group which seems most attractive to young people, which is Louis the Sixteenth of France, Marie Antoinette, his queen, and their young son, commonly called the Dauphin, or next heir to the throne. The King and Queen, it is well known, were beheaded by their subjects in the Revolution at the end of the last century. There is also a representation of a very beautiful woman, who is lying at full length on a bench, and who is represented as being sleeping, and who, from her chest heaving, and the apparent actions of a person whilst slumbering, is often taken for reality.

There is also Voltaire, the French political writer, and a man who thought very differently from many of his neighbours with regard to religion, and who was called an Atheist, because he promulgated opinions which were opposed to the Catholic Religion. In India we have heard much of him, and we are informed he worshipped one God, and his revilers three, or what they call Trinity, and that they should have named him Deist instead of Atheist. He is an extraordinary looking man, dressed so oddly too, with little pinched-up features, and his hair so curiously arranged. We looked much at him, thinking he must have had much courage, and have thought himself quite right in his belief to have stood opposed to all the existing religious systems of his native land. He, however, and those who