CLERICAL ERROR. An ignorant priest celebrating mass, finding in the rubric, "salta per tria," meaning "skip three" (that is, three pages,) took three leaps in front of the altar, to the astonishment of the congregation.


LADY'S REPLY TO AN IMPERTINENT.
"Louisa, you've the brightest eyes,
They look me through, just like a dart."
"Do they, Sir Fop?" Louisa cries;
"If so, I'm sure they see no heart."

A scrap from a conversation between too "literary and fashionable characters," in the immediate vicinity of Thorburn's garden.

"Hist now and I'll sing you a solo."

"Well, sing it so low, then, that nobody can hear it."