The Quarterly Accounts.—Clerk. "Sorry to say, sir, there's a saddle we can't account for. Can't find out who it was sent to."
Employer. "Charge it on all the bills."
A LOVE SONG OF THE MONEY-MARKET
I will not ask thee to be mine,
Because I love thee far too well;
Ah! what I feel, who thus resign
All hope in life, no words can tell.
Only the dictate I obey