"Heavens, sir! I hope there is no danger!"
"Indeed there is!" answered the surgeon: "for if the fellow doesn't run there like a cart horse, the wound will be healed before he can possibly get back."
A CONSTELLATION.
The following conversation occurred between a theatrical manager and an aspirant for Thespian honors:
"What is your pleasure?" asked the manager.
"An engagement at your theatre," said the applicant.
"But you stammer."
"Like Hatterton."
"You are very small."
"Like Kean."