Country Gentleman. "Oh, I don't know. It's rather a torpid sort of life; time passes very slowly."
Town Man. "Time passes slowly? You should get somebody to draw on you at three months!!"
The Language of Flowers.—When the roses sweetly breathe a dew.
Forbearance.—Young Lady. "John, how long shall you be, as I want to practise?"
Gallant Young Gardener. "Oh, goo yeouw on, Miss Amy—goo yeouw on! I sha'n't mind yar noise!"