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Little Rock is city. It has mayor and T town council--and nothing more is requi- site to the making it a city. A year ago we commenced war of extermnation against the filth and rubbish which fills our streets. Our pen might as well have lain idle, for the filth and rubbish have lain there still. It collects i'll our streets, and there 1t Is likely to collect, ad minimum. There is one street through which we never venture to walk at night, except in one particular course, cir cumgyratory, winding and serpentinc track. If we deviate from 1t, 1t is at the instant and imminent risk of breaking our Editorial neck. We pass down 1t in fear and trembling steering our way as we best may through piles of rubbish, brick bats and shayings-- and when we get to the end, always thank heaven that we have day longer to live.

 How long will these things last How long ere our worthy mayor and our portly and ponderous aldermen-good men and true all of them-will awake, and taking off their night-caps and rubbing their eyes, will take into serious consideration the estate of the streets" 1.-the great comet, now soon to make his appearance, will just switch the end of his tail through our rubbish recepta- nles-otherwise called streets--aad sweep the gatherings of many years into that memo rial of patriotic enthusiasm, called canal, 1t will perform an invaluable service to our corporation, and enable them to slumber on in quiet torpidity the remainder oftheir term of service.