A PRUDENT CHOICE. When Loveless married Lady Jenny, AN EMPTY HEAD. You beat your pate, and fancy wit will comeKnock as you please, there's nobody at home. Pope. WHY ASSES HAVE EARS. John Trott was desired by two witty peers To tell them the reason why asses had ears. "An't please you," quoth John, "I'm not given to letters, Nor dare I presume to know more than my betters; Howe'er from this time I shall ne'er see your graces, As I hope to be saved, without thinking on Goldsmith. asses.' MAKING A SHIFT. Nell, tried for stealing linen, answer'd swift, Compell'd through want, she did it—for a shift. A FAST MAN. Jack ran so long, and ran so fast, ON A BAD SINGER. Swans sing before they die: 'twere no bad thing Should certain persons die before they sing. A SERIOUS Loss. Coleridge. Clergyman-I've lost my portmanteau. Traveller-I pity your grief. Clergyman-All my sermons are in it. Traveller-I pity the thief. A PHILOSOPHICAL EPIGRAM. I wouldn't live for ever, I wouldn't if I could: But I needn't fret about it, For I couldn't if I would. ON THE MARRIAGE OF MR HUSBAND. This case is the strangest we've known in our life, The husband's a Husband, and so is the wife. A MATRIMONIAL THOUGHT. With Kate's allurements smitten, "But now my kitten's grown a cat, THE BEST FEES. Fee-simple and the simple fee, And all the fees in tail, Boswell. Are nothing when compared with thee, MR GOULD ON HIS OWN MARRIAGE. So you see, my dear sir, though I'm eighty years old, A girl of eighteen is in love with old Gould. REPLY TO THE ABOVE. A girl of eighteen may love Gold, it is true, But believe me, dear sir, it is Gold without u.. CHARLES DICKENS. Who the dickens "Boz" could be Puzzled many a learned elf: And "Boz" appear'd as Dickens' self. THE PLENITUDE OF FOOLS. The world of fools has such a store, THE INDISPUTABLE ARGUMENT. I do not love thee, Doctor Fell; But this, I'm sure, I know full well, I do not love thee, Doctor Fell. ANOTHER CORONER'S INQUEST. Poor Peter Pike is drown'd, and, neighbours say, The jury mean to sit on him to-day. "Know'st thou what for?" said Tom. Quoth Ned, "No doubt, 'Tis merely done to squeeze the water out." A DILEMMA. I lost the comfort of my life, Death came and took away my wife; ON LORD DUNDONALD. You fight so well, and speak so ill, Your case is somewhat odd, Therefore your friends, than hear yourself, Would rather of you hear: And that your name in the Gazette, ON TWO BUTCHERS-MESSRS BONE & SKIN-~ WHO ATTEMPTED TO RAISE THE MARKETS. Two butchers thin, Call'd Bone and Skin, Would starve the town, or near it ; But be it known To Skin and Bone That flesh and blood won't bear it. |