over-ruled, and up by the first coach went the
enthusiastic Bigod—who to this day remembers
the vexation he felt at an old woman's delaying
the coach in Piccadilly by getting out her
parcels. The election agent had no clue to
Brampton's address, except that he was either
at the White Bear, in Piccadilly, or somewhere
in Camden-town. Off dashed Bigod to the
White Bear; there, described Brampton. No
one knew him or had seen him. He was not at
the bar, in the yard, or in the coffee-room. At
last, a good-natured chambermaid suggested
that there was a person not unlike his
description, who'd had three glasses of hot
rum-and-water, and was now in bed in No. 32.
Up dashed Bigod, three steps at a time, and
there found Brampton the coachman, with his
red nose just visible over the top layer of sheets.
Bigod shook him awake. "Why, good
gracious Heavens!" he cried. " What's the matter?
Is my old woman dead?" Bigod told him there
was no such good news, but he was wanted
directly at Salisbury to vote for the Liberal
party, and reduce the Tory majority by one.
"I'm your man," said Brampton. And out of
bed he plunged and tossed on his clothes. A
post-chaise was ordered out, with four rattling
horses. Off they went, as fast as the horses
could set foot to the ground. The distance
was done in six hours odd, and, when the
post-chaise entered the town, the Liberals took out
the horses, dragged the carriage to the polling-place,
and almost tore into complimentary pieces,
Brampton and the enthusiastic agent.

Such were some of the humours of Salisbury
in the early part of this century. Times change,
and we change with them. Our closing moral is
a trite one. It was suggested to me by my
friend, the worthy Canon Barrow, as we stood
over the carcase of his fat Christmas pig:
"Hodie mihi, cras tibi."

CAVENDISH TOBACCO.

IT has long been an article of the
pipe-smoker's faith that the seventh heaven of
enjoyment is to be found in a cake of Cavendish,
which has been manufactured in the
southern states of America, and imported
into Great Britain without paying duty. The
eagerness to possess a "bit ot smuggled" has
not always proceeded from a desire to get it
cheap, but has sprung from the belief (like
many others, erroneous) that it must be
smuggled to be good. What pipe-smoker has not
paid secret midnight visits to the haunts of the
bold smugglers in Wapping and Ratcliff-highway?
Who has not demeaned himself to
intrigue with skippers and mates, and even
common sailors, to obtain a few of the sweet cakes
—smelling like something good to eat?

It is useless for the consumers of foreign
Cavendish to deny that this has been the general
practice among them; for the Chancellor of
the Exchequer was lately so well convinced of
the fact, that he found it absolutely necessary
to bring in an act for altering the duties on
tobacco, and permitting the manufacture of
Cavendish and negrohead in this country by
the process adopted in America. As there are
some persons wno still require to be assured
that her Majesty Queen Anne is dead; so there
are many smokers who are not yet aware that
this act has been passed and is now in operation.
A few weeks ago a person showed me,
quite confidentially, with an air of triumph, a
cake of " real foreign Cavendish," which he had
obtained from a seafaring friend, who had smuggled
it at great personal risk. I astonished my
friend by showing him a cake of Cavendish,
quite as good as his, which had been manufactured
in this country, and which I had bought
openly at a shop. So little of this British-made
Cavendish has as yet found its way into the
retail shops, that smokers are scarcely aware of
its existence, and very few have any knowledge
of the new regulations under which it is
manufactured and sold.

I picked up my information a day or two ago
at Liverpool. A little more than twelve months
ago I received in that city some pleasant information
respecting the manufacture, by female labour,
of cigars—information which I was privileged to
communicate to the readers of this journal. On
my last visit, I was carried off to the works of the
Richmond Cavendish Company, where female
labour is also much employed.

Rightly to understand the new act applying
to the manufacture of tobacco, it is necessary to
know what has hitherto been the difference
between British Cavendish and foreign. Well,
the foreign Cavendish was manufactured with
sugar, liquorice, fine essential oils, and rum,
while the British manufacturer was prohibited
from using anything but water. The British
article was a plain flour-and-water cake, the
other was a rich plum one with sugar and
spice and all things nice. Under the old tariff,
a customs duty of nine shillings a pound was
levied upon foreign Cavendish so manufactured,
while the British Cavendish paid only a customs
duty of three and twopence. The latter was
levied upon the raw material, the former upon
the tobacco in its manufactured state. The
British manufacturer was condemned to make
all his cakes with flour and water, while
the foreigner had the exclusive privilege of
sending us cakes made with all sorts ot rich
things. Naturally enough, when the cake
was so nice, every one was anxious to
obtain a slice. But the price was exorbitant.
The duty was nearly five times the value of the
article upon which it was levied. Here at once
was an encouragement to smuggling! And, to
such an extent was smuggling carried on, that
only about one ton of foreign manufactured
Cavendish passed through the Custom House
and paid duty. All the rest—hundreds of tons,
perhaps—was smuggled. The old regulations
not only encouraged smuggling, they
compelled it. When a dealer had purchased
and paid duty upon foreign Cavendish, he was
not at liberty to sell it, because it contained