In the Confessional.
Boy—“Rev. Father, I have stolen twenty-five yards of stuff from farmer Klaas.”
Priest—“Oh! that is very bad.”
Boy—“Yes; mother said it was bad, when she saw it, but still she thought it would do to make sacks of.”
Allemansvriend.
Never estimate a man’s value according to the silk umbrella he carries; he has probably left a cotton one somewhere in place of it.
We are all ready to set up as moral physicians, and each of us can give his advice; but a University diploma is necessary before you can cure a child of the stomach-ache.