England gives us meat, and France sends us cooks.
The gentleman is known at once by his walk, the lady by her carriage.
Credit is the homage that trade pays (and sometimes pays very dearly) to rank.
Not so Bad as Volodyovski.—Lady (to applicant for nursemaid's place). What is your name?
Applicant. Hermyntrude, mum.
Lady. Good heavens! That would never do. Can't you think of something shorter?
Applicant (after a pause). Well, mum, my young man allus calls me Carrots.
Simple Fractures.—Servants' breakages.