FALSTAFF. The character of Sir John Falstaff is made up by Shakspeare wholly of incongruities :-a man at once young and old, enterprising and fat, a dupe and a wit, harmless and wicked, weak in principle and resolute by constitution, cowardly in appearance and brave in reality; a knave without malice, a liar without deceit; and a knight, a gentleman, and a soldier, without either dignity, decency, or honour: this is a character, which, though it may be decompounded, could not have been formed, nor the ingredients of it duly mingled, upon any receipt whatever : it required the hand of Shakspeare himself to give to every particular part a relish of the whole, and of the whole to every particular part;-alike the same incongruous, identical, Falstaff, whether, to the grave chief justice, he vainly talks of his youth, and offers to caper for a thousand; or cries to Mrs. Doll, "I am old, I am old," though she is seated on his lap, and he is courting her for busses. " mer if you like, can't hurt me, there's muscle." Are you inclined to go up, major?" "Up! What in that thingumy, a balloon? why I can walk up higher than you'll go in that thing. When I was in India, I walked up an inaccessible mountain ;walked for five days running, four hours every day; took me seven days coming down; run the whole of the last day, and danced at the governor's ball at night. Upon my life it's true; what will you lay it's a lie?" But now, major, you have an opportunity of purchasing notoriety at prime cost.""Prime cost, trouble you not to mention prime cost." "Why?" "I tell you what: a few weeks ago I bought a Tilbury at prime cost. As I was driving through the streets of London, a beautiful blood mare down Hayhill." "Sire Munchausen, I suppose." "Poh, don't be foolish well, sit, I was driving at the rate of nine and twenty miles an hour." Nine and twenty, D——e, do surely major." you doubt me. I repeat it, nine and thirty miles an hour. Well, sir, I was driving at the rate of nine and forty miles an ON A CELEBRATED PHYSICIAN, WHO THOUGH NOT A hour, my usual pace, I met an infernal coal cart," GOOD SHOT, WAS A GREAT SHOOTER. Doctor-all game you either ought to shun, MAJOR LONGBOW. Major Longbow was the most poetical proser of his day, a complete egotist; his subject himself; his maxim, I by myself I; and called by his friends the modern Munchausen; and has been, as he said, at every battle from the taking of Seringapatam to the O. P. war at Covent-garden theatre. But his maxims are not to be told, let him speak for himself in the following dialogue :- -"How do you do, major ?" "How do I do; how should I do! eh? Better than any man living-there's muscle, strongest man living. How do I do, poh! no man so well as I am. I am reckoned the finest piece of anatomy that was ever sent upon the face of the earth. Upon my life it's true; what will you lay it's a lie? Hit me with a sledge ham 44 seven horses in a string, all as fat as Falstaff, crash goes my wheel against the coal-cart-upset me-and away went poor prime cost into a million of shivers ; up spins I-made three somersets in the air-came feet foremost through the bow window of the pastry cook's' shop, corner of Berkley-street, flat upon my feet, and said with the utmost coolness to Mrs. Gunter, who was seated behind her own counter, Madam, your most obedient, how do you do? never saw a woman more astonished-Was'nt hurt a bit; there's muscle.--Upon my life it's true; what will you lay it's a lie." THE COUNTY JUSTICE. Now justices of peace must judge all pieces Of those who have not a licence for the same NEWSPAPER INNOVATIONS. males;" should they by any accident have a prospect perhaps are more striking than those which have re-lords." Child-murder is elegantly termed "infanAmongst all the improvements of the age, none of becoming mothers, we are informed "that they are in a way that ladies wish to be who love their ticide;" and when it is punished capitally, we hear, not that the unnatural mother was hanged, but that "the unfortunate culprit underwent the last sentence of the law, and was launched into eternity." cently been made, and indeed are at present making, a No person reads in the newspapers, that a house has been burnt down: he perhaps will find "that the house fell a sacrifice to the flames." In an account of a launch we learn, not that a ship went off the slip without any accident, but that she glided securely and majestically into her native element,' the said native element being one in which the said ship never was before. Instead of reading in our newspapers, that after ball the company did not go away till daylight, we To send for a surgeon if one's leg be broken, is out are told that the joyous group continued tripping may be despatched on the light fantastic toe until Sol gave them warning of the question; a man indeed “ to depart." If one of the company happened on his for medical aid." There are now no public singers at way to tumble into a ditch, we should be informed tavern dinners--they are "the professional gentlethat his foot slipped, and he was immersed in the men;" and actors are all "professors of the histrionic art. Widows themselves are scarce: these are all liquid element." A good supper is described as interesting relicts ;" and as for nursery-maids, they making the tables groan with every delicacy of young the season." A crowd of briefless lawyers, unbe- are now a days universally transformed into " nificed clergymen, and half-pay officers, are enume-persons who superintend the junior branches of the rated as a " host of fashion" at a watering-place, family " where we are also informed that ladies, instead of taking a dip before breakfast, "plunge themselves fearlessly into the bosom of Neptune." 66 MATCH MAKING. THE WORLD. Lord Chesterfield being told that a certain tera gamester; A sheep killed by lightning is a thing unheard of: magant and scold was married to the animal may be destroyed by the "electric fluid;"replied, "that cards and brimstone made the best but, even then, we sould not be told that it was matches." dead: we should be informed that "the vital spark had fled for ever." If the carcass were picked up by a carpenter or shoemaker, we never should hear that a journeyman tradesman had found it: we should be told that its remains had been discovered by an operative artisan." All little girls, be their faces ever so plain, pitted or pitiable, if they appear at a public office to complain of robbery, or ill-treatment, are invariably intelligent and interesting;" if they have proceeded very far in crime, they are called "unfortunate fe There was formerly a club held at the King's Head in Pall Mall, arrogantly called "The World." Epigrams were proposed to be written on the glasses, by each member after dinner; once when Dr. Young was invited thither, the doctor would have declined writing, because he had no diamond: Lord Stanhope lent him his, and he wrote immediately Accept a miracle, instead of wit; See two dull lines, with Stanhope's pencil writ." THE POETICAL LANDLORD. A gentleman passing through Seven Oaks, in Kent, observed on a sign in the road the following lines, which on inquiry he found to be the offspring of the landlord's brain: "I John Stubbs livith here, INS AND OUTS. In promise rich, but poor in pay, In the King's Bench a Talent lay; "Why, In?" cried Colin Clout. His visions fled-his fortunes crost, Broad-bottom answer'd-" Borough lost, 66 'I'm in-because I'in out." ECCENTRIC RECOMMENDATION. Swift once gave a gentleman of very good character and fortune, a letter of recommendation to Pope, couched in the following terms." Dear Pope, Though the little fellow that brings this, be a justice of peace, and a member of our Irish House of Commons, yet he may not be altogether unworthy of your acquaintance.". THE VICAR AND MOSES At the sign of the Horse, old Spintext of course, The evening was dark, when in came the clerk, First strok'd his cravat, then twirl'd round his hat, I'm come sir, says he, to beg, look d'ye see, The body we'll bury, but pray where's the hurry? Why that's true by St. Paul, a dead child that is small Bring Moses some beer, and bring me some, d'ye hear, Come Moses, the King, 'tis a scandalous thing, Then Moses he spoke, sir, 'tis past twelve o'clock, Why Moses, you elf, since the clock has struck twelve, Besides, my dear friend, this lesson attend, But perhaps you or I may take cold. Then Moses went on, sir, the clock has struck one, Why it ne'er can strike less, 'tis a folly to press But first cramm'd his jaw with a quid: Good people let's pray; put the corpse t'other way Or perchance I shall over it stumble, 'Tis best to take care, tho' the sages declare, A mortuum caput can't tremble. Woman that's born of man; that's wrong, the leaf's Oh! Man that is born of a woman, [tora, To inter a poor baby with as much speed as may be, Can't continue an hour, but is cut down like a flower, And I'll walk with my lanthorn before ye. You see, Moses, death spareth no man. Here Moses do look, what a confounded book, And bury the corpse in my stead. Amen, Amen. Why Moses you're wrong, pray hold still your tongue You've taken the tail for the head. O where's thy sting death, put the corpse in the earth, LETTER FROM AN ACTRESS. My dear Sir,---I am a tragedy actress, but I really in my heart love fun. There is a whimsicality in your letter that pleases me, and (win or lose) please GOD I will be with you on your present proposition, viz. five nights at Brighton-the last my own night-a clear half of the house-and four at Worthing-the fourth my own. I will give you the whole strength and force of my talent and spirit. You give me all the consequence that in these cases are given, where a London constellation comes down to glitter (sometimes with a false glare) over those who may be less fortunate but not always less worthy than themselves. Miss O'Neil came to a prosperous house, and therefore all went well with her. I came in support of a falling ruin; and as I am not an Atlas, why I have been obliged to be a woman. I play Lady Macbeth on Monday-my last appearance this season; so I may now make my own arrangements. Let me know when you wish me to be with you, and I will arrange accordingly. Let me know, as soon as you can, whether you want me by the fifteenth of July. I had rather not open the theatre if you can avoid it. Let Imogene be my first character. Will there be time for the manuscript play I mentioned, to be got up for my night, if I play the four nights in one week? I send this off immediately on the receipt of yours-uncertain if you will get it to-night, as I have not a messenger. But I suppose these letters will be for With a thought I took for Maudlin, I fell into this dotage. Of love where I lay, Me found, and stript me naked. Do I pawn my skin, And the night-crow, make The palsie plague these pounces, When I prig your pigs or pullen; Your culvers take Or mateless make Your chanticleer and sullen; When I want provant with Humphrey I sup, I never am affrighted. For, oft when he lies sleeping, I behold the stars At mortal wars, And the rounded welkin weeping; With a burning spear, To the wilderness I wander. With a knight of ghosts and shadows, I summoned am to Tourney: Ten leagues beyond The wide world's end; NATIONAL COMPLAINTS. The Englishmen at Paris find fault with the French roast beef; the Frenchmen in London complain of the British brandy. The English who visit Paris, imagine that the taIvern-keepers have served in the cavalry, as they are so expert in making a charge. A foreigner inquiring the way to a friend's lodging, whom he said lived at Mr. Bailey's, senior, was shown to the Old Bailey, by a Bow-street officer. When he entered the court he imagined that it was his friend's levee. POLITICAL LEGACIES. When William Pitt went to the grave, For his and our repose, His mantle he to Cauning gave, His walking-stick to Rose. Satiric rogue! he knew his men ; And thought some clumsy joke, Would Canning quite undo, and then How much he'd want a cloak! PLEBEIAN HUMOUR. When the king of France fled from Paris, a boy wrote against the corner of the street in chalk, “ On est prié d'arrêter un gros cochon qui s'enfuit. On en sera dédommagé de ses peines par un Louis." CHOICE COMPANY. I'll send you my bill of fare, said Lord B. when trying to persuade Dr. Swift to dine with him.— "Send me your bill of company," was Swift's answer to him. GOLD AND GREATNESS. Mr. Pope was with Sir Godfrey Kneller one day, when his nephew, a Guinea trader, came in. "Ne-. phew, (said Sir Godfrey,) you have the honour of |