Doctor. "Well, Mrs. Muggeridge, how are you getting on? Taken the medicine, eh?" Mrs. M. "Yes, doctor. I've taken all the tabloids you sent, and now I want a new persecution."
On a Footing.—Almost every considerable town has a market for corn; therefore, it is but fit that Bedford Market-place should have its Bunyan.
Place of Residence for Lodgers.—Border-land.
Soundings!—(The living down at our village falling vacant, Lord Pavondale left it to the parish to choose the new rector.)