MCDXXXI.—NOTHING TO BOAST OF.
"The British empire, sir," exclaimed an orator, "is one on which the sun never sets."—"And one," replied an auditor, "in which the tax-gatherer never goes to bed."
MCDXXXII.—COLONIAL BREWERIES.
What two ideas are more inseparable than Beer and Britannia? what event more awfully important to an English colony, than the erection of its first brewhouse?—S.S.
MCDXXXIII.—A CLOSER.
Some person caused the following inscription to be placed over the door of a house, "Let nothing enter here but what is good."—"Then where will the master go in?" asked a cynic.
MCDXXXIV.—THE FOOL OR KNAVE.
Thy praise or dispraise is to me alike;
One doth not stroke me, nor the other strike.
MCDXXXV.—KNOWING HIS MAN.
An attorney, not celebrated for his probity, was robbed one night on his way from Wicklow to Dublin. His father meeting Baron O'Grady next day, said, "My lord, have you heard of my son's robbery?"—"No," replied the baron; "whom did he rob?"