LOVE'S LABOUR LOST AT LIMERICK.
Of what use is it to read a good book and transgress its rules in the very act?
The Times has a paragraph, stating that two London missionaries, the Rev. Messrs. Dickinson and Lewis, attempted to read and expound the Scriptures to a crowd in Limerick on Sunday evening; when—
"After a few minutes a mob collected and set upon the Reverend gentlemen, who were severely maltreated. It is computed that 10,000 of the canaille of Limerick were engaged in hooting, yelling, and throwing stones, where they could with safety to themselves, at the obnoxious clergymen."
Oh, Mr. Dickinson! Oh, Mr. Lewis! Punch does not quote anything above Shakspeare; but how could you—Reverend gentlemen—how could you scatter sacred words before the Limerick multitude? Have you not sufficiently studied the volume you were reading from to recollect what it says about pearls and—Limerick multitudes? Well—you have disobeyed the precept—and taken the consequences.
Something really New.
Q. What Member of the present House of Commons has really made himself a new name in the country?
A. The Member for South Essex—who spells his name Smijth. We have met with Smiths in thousands before, and know a few Smithes, and have been introduced to Smyths and Smythes by the hundred; but never, in our whole existence, do we recollect having ever met with a single Smijth! It's grand! How noble the simple introduction of that j makes it! But we wonder how the servants pronounce it at an evening party?