FAMILY QUARrels. "A fool," said Jeanette, “is a creature I hate!" "But hating," quoth John, "is immoral; Besides, my dear girl, it's a terrible fate To be found in a family quarrel." FLESH OR FISH? A man being drown'd, Was ne'er again found, Saxe. "Sure he's gone the way of all flesh;" Then another did reply, "Sir, that I do deny, Sure he's gone the way of all fish." TWO OF A TRADE. Tom hates a liar, thus we see, Two of a trade can ne'er agree. THE BELLS. To call the folks to church in time, I chime; When mirth and pleasure's on the wing, When from the body parts the soul, I toll. HOW TO CHOOSE A WIFE. Good sir, if you 'll show the best of your skill, To pick a virtuous creature, Then pick such a wife as you love a life, With a nimble wit, and all things fit, With a 'tongue that 's never running: THE SHOWER BATH. Quoth Dermot, (a lodger at Mrs O'Flynn's,) Quoth Murphy, "Then mend it, and I'll tell you how ; It's all your own fault, my good fellow; I used to be bother'd as you are, but now I'm wiser-I take my umbrella!" CONNUBIAL COMPANY. 'My dear, what makes you always yawn?" The wife exclaim'd, her temper gone, "Is home so dull and dreary?" "Not so, my love," he said, "not so: But man and wife are one you know, And when alone I'm weary!" A FEW ANAGRAMS. Merry Parson, No prayers, Mr Ah! would ye lose strife? Do haste, sell your wife. Flit on, cheering angel, Florence Nightingale. Moonstarers, Got as a clue, To love ruin, Sly ware, Golden Land, Honor est a Nilo, Great Helps, Partial men, Mind his map, Into my arm, Yes, Milton, Nine Thumps, Astronomers. Catalogues. Revolution. Lawyers. Old England. Horatio Nelson. Telegraphs. Parliament. Midshipman. Matrimony. Punishment. F THE THRIVING TRADESMAN. When a couple of broom-men had chatted one day On a number of things in a sociable way, A new subject they started. Says Jack, "My friend Joe, I have long been most plaguily puzzled to know How you manage to sell your brooms cheaper than mine, As I steal the materials." "I like your design," Replied Joe; "but improvement's the soul of trade: All the brooms I dispose of I steal ready made." HOW TO APPLY A TEXT. "Whatever is, is right," says Pope— So said a sturdy thief; But when his case required a rope, I ask'd, if still he held it good? 66 Why, no," he sternly cried ; "Good texts are only understood By being well applied.” WHAT GOOD WIVES SHOULD BE LIKE AND WHAT NOT LIKE. Good wives to snails should be akin, Good wives, like echoes still should do, Good wives like city clocks should rhyme, But not like city clocks aloud, Be heard by all the vulgar crowd. POEM ON A PUBLIC-HOUSE. Of this establishment how can we speak ? A QUESTION Answered. What is the reason, can you guess, Why men are poor, and women thinner? So much do they for dinner dress, That nothing's left to dress for dinner. |