“Come on,” as the man said to his boot.
“You make me blush,” as the lobster cried out in the boiler.
“Do you think that these creatures have any feeling?” said an inquisitive consumer of oysters to a well known wit. “Feeling!” replied his friend; “to be sure they have. Did you never hear them crying about the streets?”
Two or three weeks ago, Theodore Hook dined with a Mr. Hatchett. “Ah, my friend,” said his host, depreciatingly, “I am sorry to say that you will not get to-day such a good dinner as our friend L. gave us.” “Certainly not,” replied Hook; “from a hatchet you can expect nothing but a chop.”
THE BOY AND THE LARK.
MUSIC COMPOSED FOR MERRY’S MUSEUM; BY G. J. WEBB.
“Who taught you to sing, my pretty, sweet birds?