All public dinners in London, from the Lord Mayor's annual banquet at Guildhall, to the Chimney-sweepers' anniversary at White Conduit House; from the Goldsmiths' to the Butchers', from the Sheriffs' to the Licensed Victuallers'; are amusing scenes.

Of all entertainments of this description, however, we think the annual dinner of some public charity is the most amusing.

At a Company's dinner, the people are nearly all alike--regular old stagers, who make it a matter of business, and a thing not to be laughed at.

At a political dinner, everybody is disagreeable, and inclined to speechify--much the same thing, by-the-bye; but at a charity dinner you see people of all sorts, kinds, and descriptions.

The wine may not be remarkably special, to be sure, and we have heard some hardhearted monsters grumble at the collection; but we really think the amusement to be derived from the occasion, sufficient to counterbalance even these disadvantages.
Let us suppose you are induced to attend a dinner of this description--'Indigent Orphans' Friends' Benevolent Institution,' we think it is.