think the two following anecdotes illustrate well the preposterousness of Western wit and the delicacy of the Eastern article.
To some Americans, who may read me, these two stories may be "chestnuts." To such I apologise.
A drunkard's relatives thought to frighten him into better ways. During a fit of intoxication he was laid in a coffin, and a friend remained near at hand, waiting until the drunken stupor should pass off.
By-and-bye, the occupant of the coffin awakes, sits up, and, rubbing his eyes,
"Where am I?" he inquires.
"You are dead," replies his friend, in a sepulchral kind of voice.
"Dear me! How long have I been dead?"
"Three days."