But B. was "a goner." They favored him with no explanation, of course, and were about trotting him forth to the Mayor's office, when a well known Anthracite merchant came in, in quest of B. Some inquiry followed, explanation ensued, and the result was, that after poor B. got a little reconciled to the joke, he joined issue with a laughing chorus at the expense of the sold landlord, who, in consideration of all hands keeping mum, put the party through a course of juleps.
I may as well observe, that I regret there is no particular moral to this sketch.
Scientific Labor.
"Bob, what yer doing now?"
"Aiding Nat'ral History."
"Aiding Nat'ral History—what do yer mean by that?"
"Why every time the kangaroo jumps over the monkey, I hold his tail up."