And Logic's a nauseous dose,
To be given—as physic—to foemen!
"What author was it," inquired Mrs. R. of a literary friend, "who wrote the line describing going to bed as 'that last infirmity of noble minds'?"
"HARK! I HEAR THE SOUND OF COACHES."
["There are still five of the road-coaches running out of London."—Daily News, Nov. 18.]
If drooping with toil, or aught else, I or
You may spring up with "Excelsior!"
As up to the box-seat one climbs,