GRAHAM’S SMALL-TALK.
Held in his idle moments, with his Readers, Correspondents and Exchanges.
Our Small-Talk has afforded food for infinite jest to a few unfledged wits and cubs of critics, clever word-snappers, who keep reiterating the joke that the Small-Talk is small—very. Of course it is, goslings! it was so called and set down originally in the bills. So do not imagine that you are discoverers, and set yourselves off to the Polar regions in search of Sir John Franklin. The Small-Talk is more than small—it is pert, impudent, audacious, outrageous, insolent, and, cool. More than that, it is—“to be continued.”
Ah! now, isn’t this delightful? We were wondering whether we should ever get another love-letter, when lo! in comes the mail, from which we extract the following delicious epistle from a young lady, who, we know, would love us, if we were only a bachelor:
“To Graham.
“A ‘bachelor,’ thou sayest?—ha-ha—have a care—
A target too tempting—I bid thee beware!
Now stand and deliver, thou ‘knave of the heart!’