MCXXVII.—TOO MUCH AND TOO LITTLE.
Two friends meeting after an absence of some years, during which time the one had increased considerably in bulk, and the other still resembled only the "effigy of a man,"—said the stout gentleman, "Why, Dick, you look as if you had not had a dinner since I saw you last."—"And you," replied the other, "look as if you had been at dinner ever since."
MCXXVIII.—SHARP, IF NOT PLEASANT.
An arch boy was feeding a magpie when a gentleman in the neighborhood, who had an impediment in his speech, coming up, said, "T-T-T-Tom, can your mag t-t-talk yet?"—"Ay, sir," says the boy, "better than you, or I'd wring his head off."
MCXXIX.—AN EAST INDIAN CHAPLAINCY.
The best history of a serpent we ever remember to have read, was of one killed near one of our settlements in the East Indies; in whose body they found the chaplain of the garrison, all in black, the Rev. Mr. ——, and who, after having been missing for above a week, was discovered in this very inconvenient situation.
MCXXX.—CONSTANCY.
Curran, hearing that a stingy and slovenly barrister had started for the Continent with a shirt and a guinea, observed, "He'll not change either till he comes back."
MCXXXI.—EPIGRAM.
(On hearing a prosing harangue from a certain Bishop.)