The carman stopped his blows and going to the mule’s head, said—
“Caramba! Jocky; what a lot of friends you’ve made in Madrid!”
In the porch of a church a beggar’s stool, on the stool a hat, in the hat a cardboard with the inscription—
“Ladies and gentlemen, do not forget a poor blind man, who has gone to his breakfast.”
A dying courtier said to the priest that the only favour he asked of God was to let him live till he had paid his debts.
“That is a good motive, my son, and it is to be hoped that your prayer will be heard.”
“Alas, father! If it were, I should be sure never to die.”