A physician seeing old Bannister about to drink a glass of brandy, said, "Don't drink that poisonous stuff! brandy is the worst enemy you have." "I know that," answered Charles, "but we are commanded to love our enemies."
VANITY HUMBLED.
A consequential Scotch laird riding on the footpath of the high road between Edinburgh and Dalkeith, met a respectable farmer-looking man on foot, whom he insolently ordered to get out of the way. The other answered,
"I am in the proper way, while you very improperly ride on the footpath."
"Do you know, Sir, to whom you are talking?"
"Not I, indeed."
"I am Mr. ——, of ——."
"Very likely."
"And I am one of the trustees for this road."
"Then you are a very bad trustee, thus to misuse the foot-way, and interrupt passengers."