FASHIONABLE DINNER HOUR.
Some one remarking that the dinner hour was always getting later and later, “Aye,” quoth Sam Rogers, “It will soon end in our not dining till to-morrow.”
THE INFERNAL MACHINE.
The infernal machine exploded in the streets of Paris after Bonaparte’s carriage had passed, but before Josephine’s came up; which being the subject of conversation in a miscellaneous company in England, some one asked what they were talking of. “Nothing material,” answered a wit; “only a blow up between the First Consul and his wife.”
LORD THURLOW.
Lord Thurlow, Lord Chancellor of England, was one of the sternest, and, at the same time, most tempestuous men that ever lived. A mace-bearer, who had attended him for years in awful silence, one day thought he perceived something like a bright streak of good humour enter the lurid horizon of his lordship’s face, and ventured to simper out, “My lord, there is a fine day.” “Damn you and the day too!” thundered out the black-browed chancellor.
CONJECTURAL KNOWLEDGE.
The following brief, but pithy dialogue, occurred on the Epsom road, between a Cockney and a countryman:—
Cockney. I say, Bill, my good fellow, vich is the way to Epsom.
Countryman. How did you know that my name was Bill?