A HASTY INFERENCE.
"And, me dear, if ye foind Misthress a bit hot-tempered at toimes, ye mustn't moind it. The Family have black blood in their veins. Just look at them Portraits of their Ancestors!"
ANOTHER DIALOGUE OF THE NIGHT.
Scene—The Shades at Nightfall. Swiftian Interlocutors as before.
Mr. Neverout (reading). "I cannot but with some pride, and much pleasure, congratulate with my dear country, which has outdone all the nations of Europe, in advancing the whole art of conversation to the greatest height it is capable of reaching."
Colonel Alwit. Ha! ha! ha! So wrote the Dean in the Eighteenth Century. I wonder what he would say now!
