Walking Stuart, being cast away on an unknown shore, where, after he and his companions had proceeded a long way without seeing a creature, at length, to their great delight, they descried a man hanging on a gibbet. "The joy," says he, "which this cheering sight excited, cannot be described; for it convinced us that we were in a civilized country."
AN IMPROVEMENT.
A gentleman asked his black diamond merchant the price of coals. "Ah!" said he, significantly shaking his head, "coals are coals, now." "I am glad to hear that," observed the wit, "for the last I had of you, were half of them slates."
A SENTIMENTAL FOSSIL.
"What is your name?" "My name is Norval, on the Grampian Hills."
"Where did you come from?" "I come from a happy land, where care is unknown."
"Where are you lodging now?" "I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls."
"Where are you going to?" "Far, far o'er hill and dell."
"What is your occupation?" "Some love to roam."
"Are you married?" "Long time ago. Polly put the kettle on."