Mrs. S. “Poor dear! Then I’ll accompany you, my angel!”
Colonel S. “Oh, on no account. Wouldn’t hear of it!”
Society Small Talk.—“On the young lady’s exclaiming ‘How well these rooms are lighted!’ the young man might reply, ‘Yes, by the light of Beauty’s eyes, and you are lending your share, which is not a small one, to the general illumination, the brilliancy of which is almost too dazzling to a poor mortal like myself, to whom it is well that moments such as these are brief, else the reaction would be destructive to my peace of mind, if not altogether fatal to it.’”
Young Peter Piper has got his lesson well by heart, and is only waiting, to begin, for the lovely Miss Rippington to exclaim, “How well these rooms are lighted!” which, unfortunately for him, they are NOT.
Honours Divided.—Mr. Goodchild. “Yes, I do feel in good spirits this evening. My boy has passed his examination!”
The Earl. “Well, I don’t see anything in that. So has mine.”
Mr. Goodchild. “Er—Indian Civil?”