Suspected Wife, and Mother of
Six Lovely Children.
P.S.—Oh! sir, my husband has just been here, and tells me it was only meant as a joke—a pretty joke, indeed!—and that, as Hamlet says, he was only "pisening in jest," for how could he help suspecting, when I gave him nothing but pies—beafsteak pies, eel pies, giblet pies, quince, and mince, and all sorts of pies—but that I regularly wanted to pisen him! D'ye see—pies and pisening? I never heard such a joke! How men can make such donkeys of themselves I don't know! But I couldn't well be angry with the silly fellow, for he has brought me such a beautiful shawl; and I need not tell you, sir, that in matrimony a lovely Cashmere hides a multitude of faults.
ONE WHO HAS A FINGER IN EVERYBODY'S PIE.
Teetotaler's Toast.—"The worm of the still—may it soon be a still worm!"
A Critic.—A man who judges an author's works by the "errata."
Vanity.—There is not a mite in the world (says Lavater), but that thinks itself "quite the cheese."