Laughter.—A singular contortion of the human countenance, when a friend, on a rainy day, suddenly claims his umbrella.
Dentist.—A person who finds work for his own teeth by taking out those of other people.
A singular anecdote of Thomas Chittenden the first Governor of the State of Vermont, has found its way into our capacious receptacle. "Mum," said he, one night (his usual way of addressing his wife), "Mum, who is that stepping so softly in the kitchen?"
It was midnight, and every soul in the house was asleep, save the Governor and his companion. He left his bed as stealthily as he possibly could, followed the intruder into the cellar, and, without himself being perceived, heard him taking large pieces of pork out of his meat-barrel, and stowing them away in a bag.
"Who's there?" exclaimed the Governor, in a stern, stentorian voice, as the intruder began to make preparations to "be off."
The thief shrank back into the corner, as mute as a dead man.
"Bring a candle, Mum!"
The Governor's wife went for the light.
"What are you waiting for, Mr. Robber, Thief, or whatever your Christian-name may be?" said the Governor.