BREAKFAST TABLE-TALK.
(From Edison's Phrase-Book.)
Good gracious! what was that horrible noise? It sounded like the falling of a leg of mutton!
Oh! that was only the blow delivered by the Hackney Cockchafer on the eye of the Midland Wrap-Rascal. It's the best fight I've seen for a long time.
I wish, then, you would take it with you into another room. I can scarcely catch a single word of the Rev. JABEZ FISHE's delightful sermon, to which I am endeavouring to listen.
Heavens! why all the windows are broken! And the mirrors are shattered! And the chandelier has come down!
Well, my dear, I am very sorry, but I was much interested in the firing of this new 137-ton gun, and they have just let it off. That's all.