ry boy, "I would _eat_ my fill of fat
bacon, and _swing_ upon a gate all day long."

DCCCXXIX.--A FORGETFUL MAN.

WHEN Jack was poor, the lad was frank and free.
Of late he's grown brimful of pride and pelf;
No wonder that he don't remember _me_;
Why so? you see he has forgot _himself_.

DCCCXXX.--REPUTATION.

REPUTATION is to notoriety what real turtle is to mock.

DCCCXXXI.--AN UNFORTUNATE LOVER.

IT was asked by a scholar why Master Thomas Hawkins did not marry Miss
Blagrove; he was answered, "He couldn't _master_ her, so he _missed_
her."

DCCCXXXII.--EPIGRAM.

THE jolly members of a toping club
Like pipe-staves are, but hooped into a tub;
And in a close confederacy link
For nothing else, but only to hold drink.

DCCCXXXIII.--A BAD LOT.

THE household furniture of an English barrister, then recently deceased,
was being sold, in a country town, when one neighbor remarked to another
that the stock of goods and chattels appeared to be extremely scanty,
considering the rank of the lawyer, their late owner. "It is so," was
the reply; "but the fact is, he had very few _causes_, and therefore
could not have many _effects_."

DCCCXXXIV.--FILIAL AFFECTION.

TWO ladies who inhabit Wapping were having some words together on the
pavement, when the daughter of one of them popped her head out of the
door, and exclaimed "Hurry, mother, and call _her a thief_ before she
calls you one."

DCCCXXXV.--LEG WIT.

ONE night Erskine was hastening out of the House of Commons, when he was
stopped by a member going in, who accosted him, "Who's up,
Erskine?"--"Windham," was the reply. "What's he on?"--"_His legs_,"
answered the wit.

DCCCXXXVI.--EPIGRAM ON DR. GLYNN'S BEAUTY.

"THIS morning, quite dead, Tom was found in his bed,
Although he was hearty last night;
'Tis thought having seen Dr. Glynn in a dream,
The poor fellow died of affright."

DCCCXXXVII.--A SINECURE.

ONE Patrick Maguire had been appointed to a situation the reverse of a
place of all work; and his friends, who called to congratulate him,
were very much astonished to see his face lengthened on the receipt of
the news. "A sinecure is it?" exclaimed Pat. "Sure I know what a
_sinecure_ is: it's a place where there's _nothing to do_, and they _pay
you by the piece_."

DCCCXXXVIII.--A GOOD JAIL DELI