LOSS OF MEMORY. The count Grammont, who had attached, if not engaged himself to Miss Hamilton, abruptly went off for France; count George Hamilton, her brother, pursued and overtook him at Dover, when he thus addressed him: "My dear friend, I believe you have forgotten a circumstance that should take place before your return to France." To which Grammont replied, True, my dear friend; what a memory I have 1 quite forgot that I was to marry your sister; but I will instantly accompany you back to Loudon, and rectify that forgetfulness." A DISGUISE. A remarkably dirty man, soliciting his friend's advice how he should dress himself for a masquerade, received the following answer: "Only just wash your hands and face, put on a clean shirt, and I'll be hanged if any one will know you." ELEGIAC EXPOSTULATION TO AN UNFORTUNATE TAILOR O thou whose visionary bills unpaid, Long as thy measure, o'er my slumber stream; Whose goose, hot hissing through the midnight shade, Disturbs the transport of each softer dream! Why do imaginary needles wound? Why do thy shears cut short my fleeting joys! The ghost of shreds and patches, awful rise? Reflect-didst thou e'er know a poet pay? Vain from thy shopboard the eternal sigh ; Can sorrow fill this empty purse of mine! Fond man! while pausing o'er that gloomy page Nor on them canst thou for prompt payment call Of cloth, from fancy's loom all superfine; Nor shall I cruel haunt thy softer dream, E'en when I dress thee in a suit divine. Let sage philosophy thy soul inform With strength heroic every ill to bear, Not better broadcloth braves the angry storm; And constant patience is delightful wear. Be patient then, and wise, nor meanly shrink Beneath despondency's tumultuous blast: The reckoning day may come when least you think A joyful day, though miracles are pass'd. SHORT COMMONS. DERMODY. A gentleman being at St. Margaret's, Westminster, on a fast day, observed to another that there were very few of the members of the house of com assembled. "Is that to be wondered at returned the other? Why I thought you understood the nature of the proclamation better; observe you not that it strictly enjoins short commons every where ! A BOTTLE CONJUREK. An Irish gentleman, sojourning at a dashing hotel, felt much annoyed at the smallness of the bottles, considering the high price of wine. One evening, taking his glass with a friend in the coffee-room, the pompous owner came in, when the gentleman after apologizing, told him, he and his friend had laid a wager, which he must decide, by telling him what profession he was bred to. Mine host, after some hesitation at the question, answered, that he was bred to the law. Then," said the gentleman, "I have lost, for I laid that you was bred a packer." "A packer, sir!" said the host swelling like a turkeycock, what could induce you, sir, to think I was bred a packer?" " Why, sir," said the other, "I judged so from your wine measures, for I thought no one but a skilful packer could put a quart of wine into a pint bottle." A DAY TOO LATE. La Fontaine was so absent as to call and visit a friend whose funeral he had attended. He was much surprised at first, but recollecting himself, said "It is true enough, for I was there." REMEDY FOR DULNESS. An author reading a tragedy to a friend who was a proctor, when he had gone through three acts, asked him his opinion. "Why really," replied the proctor, the third act is so full of distress, that I do not see how you can possibly heighten it in the following ones; and then consequently it will grow flat." "O!" said the author, let me alone for that, I intend in the very next act to put my hero into the spiritual court." ALL SAINTS' DAY. A man having borrowed money of an acquaintance, gare a bill for the sum, making it payable on a Saint's day which was not mentioned in the calendar, by which means he thought to render the bill invalid and defraud the lender, but the business being brought into court and the cause being heard, the judge de cided that the money should be refunded on the day * All Saints, MODERATE WISHES. Let Alexander's discontented soul I only ask twelve thousand pounds a year, I What though shrewd Erskine at the bar we view, As famed as Crassus and as wealthy too; only ask the eloquence of Fox, To jump like Ireland, and like Belcher box, To act as Garrick did-or any how Unlike our heroes of the buskin now; To range, like Garnerin, through fields of air, To win, like Vs, England's richest faironly ask these blessings to enjoy, And every varied talent well employ, Thy life, Methuselah! or, if not thine, An immortality of love and wine. THE GHOST OF HAMLET HODGSON. During the time of Mr. Garrick's performance in Goodman's-fields, the stage rose so much from the lamps to the back scenery, that it was very difficult for a performer to walk properly on it, and unfortunately it was then the custom to introduce their ghosts in a complete suit, not of gilt leather, but of real armour. The dress for this august personage was one night, in honour of Mr. Garrick's Hamlet, borrowed from the Tower, and was consequently rather too ponderous for the ghost of the royal Dane. The moment, therefore, he was put up at the trap door, unable to keep his balance, he rolled down the stage to the lamps, which catching the feathers of his helmet, the ghost seemed in danger of being consumed by mortal fires, till a gentleman roared from the pit, THE LAUGHING PHILOSOPHER. "Help! help! the lamps have caught the cask of your spirits, and by G-if the iron hoops fly, the house will be in a blaze." The attendants ran on the stage, carried off the ghost, and laid him in a water tub. THE MIRACLE. An old mass priest in the reign of Henry VIII. after the Bible was translated, was reading the miracle of the five loaves and two fishes; when he came to the verse that reckons the number of the guests, he paused a little, and at last said they were about five hundred; the clerk whispered in his ear that it was five thousand. Hold your tongue, sirrah," said the priest, we shall never persuade the people it was five thousand." PERFECTION. A celebrated preacher having remarked in a sermon that every thing made by God was perfect. think you of me?" said a deformed man in a pew "What beneath, who arose from his seat and pointed at his own back. Think of you," reiterated the preacher, "why that you are the most perfect hunchback my eyes ever beheld," 46 TAKING COUNSEL'S OPINION. LAW. Law is a crooked lying thing, And first-born of the devil. But robs with smiles the purse of wealth, It has a stomach to devour The gold of all the nation, And then to hell would sue for more It is in ev'ry ill so school'd, It has but one true master, DEAF AND DUMB. A fellow, carrying a heavy load, exclaimed every A pickpocket having been practising his trade in a this caution a conceited fellow would take the wall of now and then "Make way," but notwithstanding court of justice, was taken in the fact, and it was him, whereby his coat was nearly torn off his back. deemed the best way to try him without further On being taken before a magistrate for this assault, a delay. The fellow demanded counsel, when a gen-it was deemed, the porter remained silent to every tleman of the bar was allowed him, with whom he interrogatory, upon which the complainant enraged, retired to a chamber adjoining the court, in order to consult him. The window of the room not being very well this morning." "What did he say is many feet from the ground, the delinquent said, "I quired the justice." He cried out make way, as load Why, the fellow is not dumb, he spoke think, sir, the most expedient way for me to extricate he could bawl," returned the other. "If so,” reiterated myself would be to jump out of that window." you should have profited by, and then your coat would Faith the magistrate, "he gave you timely notice, which 46 it is mine too," said the counsellor, who immediately suffered the fellow to escape. On returning into the court he was asked concerning the prisoner." He has escaped," replied the counsellor. "And why did you suffer it without giving the alarm?" reiterated the judge. "For the best of all reasons," replied the other: "I was deputed his adviser, and as we both agreed in opinion, be took his measures accordingly." exclaimed, not have been torn." THE DEFUNCT INSOLVENT. MM. Triphook & Co. having directed a letter, "To George Hardinge, Esq. if living; if dead, to his executors;" beginning "Sir, or Gentlemen," and stating that not having heard from Mr. Hardinge after repeated application for settling an enclosed account, they concluded he must be dead; and if that melancholy circumstance was true, requesting it might be settled by his executor; Mr. Hardinge immediately wrote, "Oh' Messieurs Triphook, what is fear'd by you, So, gentlemen, I'm yours, without a farthing, We thinkna on the lang Scots miles, This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter, O Tam! hadst thou but been sae wise, Ah! gentle dames! it gars me greet, But to our tale: Ae market night, The storm without might raif and rustle, Care, mad to see a man sae happy, But pleasures are like poppies spread, That fit ere you can point their place; Nae man can tether time or tide- That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; Weel mounted on his grey mare Meg, Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire, By this time he was cross the ford, And near the thorn, aboon the well, Whare Mungo's mither hang'd hersel. Before him Doon pours all her foods; The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll; When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze; Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing; And loud resounded mirth and dancingInspiring bold John Barleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us seorn. Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!The swats sae ream'd in Tammie's noddle, Fair play, he car'd na deils a boddle. But Maggie stood right sair astonish'd, Till, by the heel and hand admonish'd, She ventured forward on the light; And, Wow! Tam saw an unco sight! Warlocks and witches in a dance; Nae cotillion brent new frae France, But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels, Put life and mettle in their beels. A winnock bunker in the east, There sat auld Nick, in shape o' beast; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge: He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a' did dirl.— Coffins stood round like open presses, That shaw'd the dead in their last dresses; And by some devilish cantrip slight, Each in its cauld hand held a light, By which heroic Tam was able To note upon the haly table, A murderer's banes in gibbet airns; Twa span-lang, wee, unchristen'd bairns; A thief, new cutted frae a rape, Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape; Five tomahawks, wi' bluid red rusted; Five scimitars, wi' murder crusted; A garter, which a babe had strangled; A knife, a father's throat had mangled, |