DCCCXXVIII.—NOTIONS OF HAPPINESS.
"Were I but a king," said a country boy, "I would eat my fill of fat bacon, and swing upon a gate all day long."
DCCCXXIX.—A FORGETFUL MAN.
When Jack was poor, the lad was frank and free.
Of late he's grown brimful of pride and pelf;
No wonder that he don't remember me;
Why so? you see he has forgot himself.
DCCCXXX.—REPUTATION.
Reputation is to notoriety what real turtle is to mock.
DCCCXXXI.—AN UNFORTUNATE LOVER.
It was asked by a scholar why Master Thomas Hawkins did not marry Miss Blagrove; he was answered, "He couldn't master her, so he missed her."
DCCCXXXII.—EPIGRAM.
The jolly members of a toping club
Like pipe-staves are, but hooped into a tub;
And in a close confederacy link
For nothing else, but only to hold drink.