HITTING THE RIGHT NAIL ON THE HEAD.
The Whigs resemble nails—How so, my master?
Because, like nails, when beat they hold the faster.
A MATTER OF TASTE.
“Do you admire Campbell’s ‘Pleasures of Hope’?” said Croker to Hook. “Which do you mean, the Scotch poet’s or the Irish Chancellor’s? the real or the ideal—Tommy’s four thousand lines or Jocky’s four thousand pounds a-year?” inquired Theodore. Croker has been in a brown study ever since.