“Give him some hare,” said the landlady to her husband, without hesitation.
“You know we have none,” replied he, in an undertone.
The wife answered, quite undisturbed—
“Give him some rabbit then. He’s an Englishman—he’ll never know the difference.”
A clever man, who suffers from absence of mind, said to a friend—
“Oh!—So-and-so?—He died in September, and I have not seen him since!”
It is said that a rich Frenchman who was insane came to Milan, and after two days recovered his reason.
Some people may think this surprising. We do not.
It is quite natural that, in a city where so many lose their wits, one man should find some.
A telegram received from Lisbon informs us that “a terrible cyclone has completely destroyed Manilla.”