LINES
On the window of Thorny Down Inn, about seven miles from Blandford, on the Salisbury road.
Death, reader, pallid death!! with woe or bliss
Will shortly be thy lot. Think then, my friend,
Ere yet it be too late—what are thy hopes
And what thy anxious fears—when the thin veil
That keeps thy soul from seeing Israel's GOD
Shall drop. (Signed) [Greek: parepidemos].
RURIS.
When Lord Ellenborough was Lord Chief Justice, a labouring bricklayer was called as a witness; when he came up to be sworn his lordship said to him—
"Really, witness, when you have to appear before this court, it is your bounden duty to be more clean and decent in your appearance."
"Upon my life," said the witness, "if your lordship comes to that, I'm thinking I'm every bit as well dressed as your lordship."
"How do you mean, sir," said his lordship, angrily.
"Why, faith," said the labourer, "you come here in your working clothes and I'm come in mine."—Sharpe's Mag.