Why is an expensive widow—pshaw!—pensive widow we mean—like the letter X? Because she is never in-consolable!
What kind of a cat may be found in every library? Cat-alogue.
Why is an orange like a church steeple? Because we have a peel from it.
Why is the tolling of a bell like the prayer of a hypocrite? Because it’s a solemn sound from a thoughtless tongue.
’Twas Christmas-time, and my nice first
(Well suited to the season)
Had been well served, and well enjoyed—
Of course I mean in reason.
And then a game of merry sort
My second made full many do;
One player, nimbler than the rest,
Caught sometimes one and sometimes two.
She was a merry, laughing wench,
And to the sport gave life and soul;
Though maiden dames, and older folk,
Declared her manners were my whole.
Flip-pant.
What moral sentence does a weathercock suggest? “It’s a vane thing to aspire.”