“I wonder if Brougham thinks as much as he talks,”
Said a punster perusing a trial:
“I vow, since his lordship was made Baron Vaux,
He’s been Vaux et præterea nihil!”
THE TWO FATAL CHIROPEDISTS.
Our great ancestor, Joe Miller, has recorded, in his “Booke of Jestes,” an epitaph written upon an amateur corn-cutter, named Roger Horton, who,
“Trying one day his corn to mow off,
The razor slipp’d, and cut his toe off.”
The painful similarity of his fate with that of another corn experimentalist, has given rise to the following:—