Some one has discovered that an excellent jelly can be made out of old bones, and we are called upon by the mayors to give up all our bones, in order that they may be submitted to the process.

Mr.Powell is, I believe, a contractor in London.

I do not know him; but yesterday I dined with a friend who produced from a tin some Australian mutton, which he had bought of Mr.Powell before the commencement of the siege.

Better I never tasted, and out of gratitude I give the worthy Powell the benefit of a gratis advertisement.

If we only had a stock of his meat here, we could defy the Prussians.