“We regret to hear that Col. Sibthorp has suffered severely by cutting himself in the act of shaving. His friends, however, will rejoice to learn that his whiskers have escaped, and that he himself is going on favourably.”
We spent an entire night in endeavouring to discover where the wit lay in this cutting paragraph; but were obliged at last to give it up, convinced that we might as well have made
AN ATTEMPT TO DISCOVER THE LONGITUDE.
SONGS OF THE SEEDY.—No. V.
What am I? Mary, wherefore seek to know?
For mystery’s the very soul of love.
Enough, that wedding thee I’m not below,
Enough, that wooing thee I’m not above.