End-less.
When does a gourmand find it impossible to bridle—we ought, perhaps, to say curb—his appetite? When he wants a bit in his mouth out of a saddle of mutton.
May my first never be lost in my second,
To prevent me enjoying my whole.
Friend-ship.
Why do sailors working in brigs make bad servants? Because it is impossible for a man to serve two mast-ers well!
Why is a note of hand like a rosebud? Because it is matured by falling due (dew).
Why are plagiarists like Long Branch hotel-keepers with newly-married couples? Because they are accustomed to seaside dears (seize ideas), and to make the most out of them that is possible!
Cut off my head, and singular I am;
Cut off my tail, and plural I appear;
Cut off both head and tail, and, wondrous fact,
Although my middle’s left, there’s nothing there.
What is my head?—a sounding sea;
What is my tail?—a flowing river;
In ocean’s greatest depths I fearless play,
Parent of sweetest sounds though mute forever.
Cod.