“Nonsense!” replied the king; “Darwin has put it in a book, and therefore there must be. Besides, the Family Herald has lots of tales; and what a Family Herald has, surely a Royal Herald can have too!”
TAIL-KETCHING.
At last they found them—two very small swallow tails indeed—one of which was duly chopped off, but the other spared, as the king had forgiven half the fault; and the executioner, taking his stand on the form used at Charles the 1st’s execution, lifted up the tail and solemnly said, “This is the end of a cratur.”
ONE LEFT ON, THE OTHER RIGHT OFF.
The herald looked very disconsolate, and the executioner, clapping him on the shoulder as he sat on the block, said to him—
“How do you feel now, old boy?”
“No thanks to you for axing; your chop’s a very cruel kind of cut let’s say no more about it.”
“Pooh, my good fellow! you’re not so badly off; you’ve one all right.”