While prudent Sarah, sure to please, A wife by cheese-before he ties the noose." TITLED PRAYERS. In a country parish, the wife of the lord of the manor came to church, after her lying-in, to return thanks. The parson, aiming to be complaisant, and thinking plain woman" too familiar, instead of saying, "O Lord, save this woman!" said, "O Lord, save this lady!" The clerk, resolving not to be behind-hand with him in politeness, answered, "Who putteth her ladyship's trust in thee." GRAMMATICAL ANCESTORS. Mr. Pitt was once disputing for the energy and beauty of the Latin language. In support of the superiority which he affirmed it to have over the English, he asserted, that two negatives made a thing more positive than one affirmative possibly could. "Then," said Thurlow, "your father and mother must have been two complete negatives to make such a positive fellow as you are." THE DISAPPOINTED CRITIC. An orator having written a speech, which he intended to deliver at a public meeting, gave it to a friend to read, and desired his opinion of it. The friend, after some time, told the author he had read it over three times: the first time it appeared very good, the second indifferent, and the third quite insipid. "That will do," said the orator, very coolly," for I have only to repeat it once." A LADY'S VALUABLES. When the Duchess of Kingston wished to be received at the court of Berlin, she got the Russian minister there to mention her intentions to his Prussian majesty; and to tell him, at the same time, that her fortune was at Rome, her bank at Venice, but that her heart was at Berlin. Imme diately on hearing this, the king sarcastically replied, "I beg, sir, you will give my compli ments to her grace, aud inform her that I am very sorry we are only entrusted with the very wors part of her property." EPITAPH ON A TRAVELLER, The evil that men do lives after them. Here resteth the body of late of Manchester, who died on a journey through Scotland, This stone was placed here who, after examining the Debits and Credits found a small balance in his favour. His sickness was short, and being a stranger, he was not troubled in his last moments with the sight of weeping friends, but died at an hospitable inn, with the consent of all around him. He left no mourner here, Save a favourite mare, which, (if the account of an ostler may be credited neither ate nor drank during his indispositio READER! little will be said to perpetuate his memory the fact is he died poor; the whole he left behind would not buy pap sufficient to paint half his virtues. His chief mourner was sold by public roup To pay the expenses of an over-grown landlord and half-starved apothec THE LAUGHING PHILOSOpher. The affability of his manners, and the susceptibility of his heart, gave appearances the lie; His attachment to the fair sex was notorious He was ever happy when doing good; whom he always relieved to the utmost of his power; he was, justly speaking, a friend to all an enemy to none but himself. BROTHER TRAV ELLER 125 | Five days are not yet passed, since he drank with glee the well-known bumper toast; he little thought it was his farewell tribute to every earthly pleasure! But his last journey being over, there is now no riding double stages to make up lost time; Nor boxing Harry to make up his cash account! who knows but Harry may now be boxing him? The final balance of the good and evil actions of his life is now struck! and here he rests in hope, that it may be found to his credit in the grand ledger of everlasting happiness. PRIESTCRAFT outwitted. An Italian noble being at church one day, and finding a priest who begged for the souls in purgatory, gave him a piece of gold. "Ah! my lord," said the good father, "you have now delivered a soul." The count threw upon the plate another piece ; "Here is another soul delivered," said the priest. "Are you positive of it?" replied the count. "Yes, my lord," replied the priest, "I am certain they are now in heaven."-" Then," said the count, I'll take back my money, for it signifies nothing to you now, seeing the souls are already got to heaven, there can be no danger of their returning to purgatory." POETICAL LICENCE. When Charles, at once a monarch and a wit, Turn'd to the bard, and, with a smile, said he, stop! and reflect a moment on the uncertainty of The bard, his cheeks with conscious blushes red, this life! He had only one, Thus to the king return'd, and bow'd his head; THE SNORING MEMBER. During a debate in the House of Commons, about four in the morning, a member was called to order for snoring, while a very eminent orator was addressing the house. When a division took place, the speaker, as usual, put the question." Those who are for the amendment say aye, and those who are of the contrary opinion say no." A gentleman who was near the snoring member, exclaimed from the gallery," the nose had it." LOVE FOR OUR ENEMIES. A physician seeing Charles Bannister about to drink a glass of brandy, said, “ Don't drink that filthy stuff; brandy is the worst enemy you have?" "I know that," replied Charles, "but you know we are commanded by Scripture to love our enemies." A SUCCESSOR TO CERBERUS. Carolan, the Irish bard, being refused entrance to a nobleman's house by the porter, whose name was O'Flinn, wrote with chalk on the door"What pity hell's gates are not kept by O'Flinn, Such a surly old dog would let nobody in." MACK COULL, THE PICKPOCKET. While Sir W. Parsons was one day sitting at Bow-street, he received the foilowing curious epistle from a notorious pick pocket Gentlemen, I beg leave to inform you that I am (with my wife) going to the theatre, Covent garden. I take this step, in order to prevent any ill-founded malicious constructions. Trusting I am within the pale of safety, and that my conduct will ever insure me the protection of the magistracy, I remain, Gentlemen, with all due respect and attention, your most obedient very humble servant, JOHN MACKCOULL. Donaldson, the officer, therefore treated the apologist with proper attention, and Mackcoull retired with his wife, without attempting to milla wipe, queer a stilt, or draw a tatler. THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN GILPI SHEWING HOW HE WENT FARTHER THAN HE INTENDED, AND CAME HOME SAFE AGAIN. John Gilpin was a citizen A train-band captain eke was he John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair He soon replied, I do admire Of womankind but one; I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, That though on pleasure she was bent, The morning came, the chaise was brought, So three doors off the chaise was staid, Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he, When turning round his head, he saw So down he came, for loss of time, Were suited to their mind; "Good lack!" quoth he-" yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword Now Mistress Gilpin, careful soul! His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat, Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed But finding soon a smoother road, So stooping down, as needs he must He grasp'd the mane with both his hands, His horse, who never in that sort He little dream'd when he set out The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, 'Till loop and button failing both, Then might all people well discern A bottle swinging at each side," The dogs did bark, the children scream'd! And every soul cried out, Well done! His fame soon spread around— He carries weight! he rides a race! 'Tis for a thousand pound. . And still as fast as he drew near, Down ran the wine into the road, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke But still he seem'd to carry weight, With leather girdle brac'd For all might see the bottle necks And there he threw the wash about Just like unto a trundling mop, At Edmonton his loving wife Her tender husband, wond'ring much Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! here's the house," They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tir'd;" Said Gilpin " So am I." But yet his horse was not a whit Inclin'd to tarry there; For why-his owner had a house So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong; So did he fly-which brings me to His neighbour in such trim, Say why bare-headed you are come, In merry guise he spoke "I came because your horse would com And if I well forbode, My hat and wig will soon be here; The calender, right glad to find When straight he came with hat and wiş A hat not much the worse for wear, He held them up, and in his tura And stop and eat, for well you may Said John, "It is my wedding-day; If wife should dine at Edmonton, |