But long ere what it was they well could settle,

Arose unhurt from where he'd been immersed—

And, "Ah! why, Tom," said he, "how do, my buck?—

"You see I've just dropp'd in to take—pot-luck!"

TEA-TABLE TATTLE.

"Is your tea agreeable, my dear Miss Dibsley?"

"Thank you, dear Mrs. Hipson; quite pleasant; very much as I like it; all green with some black in it; a bit more sugar if you please."