On the marriage of Ebenezer Sweet and Jane Lemon a wag said,—
How happily extremes do meet in Jane and Ebenezer!
She no longer sour, but sweet, and he a lemon squeezer.
And George D. Prentice once said,—
A Mr. J. Lemon, of the North Carolina Legislature, has abandoned the Whigs and joined the Democrats. That’s all right enough. If the Democrats think they can recruit their strength with Lemon-aid, they are welcome to try the experiment.
Toast any girl but her, said Ned,
With every other flutter—
I’ll be content with Annie Bread,
And won’t have any but her.
A young man in one of our Western towns had patronized the arts so far as to buy a picture of the Temptation of Adam and Eve. Some one asked him if it was a chaste picture. “Yes,” he said, “chased by a snake.” This would have been witty if he had known it, but he didn’t.