OHNSON being asked his opinion of the title of a very small volume
remarkable for its pomposity, replied, "That it was similar to placing
an eight-and-forty pounder at the _door of a pigsty_."

LXXXIII.--THE SADDLE ON THE RIGHT HORSE.

AS a man who, deeply involved in debt, was walking in the street with a
very melancholy air, one of his acquaintance asked him why he was so
sorrowful. "Alas!" said he, "I am in a state of insolvency."--"Well,"
said his friend, "if that is the case, it is not you, but your
_creditors_, who ought to wear a woful countenance."

LXXXIV.--BLACK AND WHITE.

DURING the short time that Lord Byron was in Parliament, a petition,
setting forth the wretched condition of the Irish peasantry, was one
evening presented, and very coldly received by the "hereditary
legislative wisdom."--"Ah," said Lord Byron, "what a misfortune it was
for the Irish that they were not _born black_! They would then have had
plenty of friends in both houses."

LXXXV.--HOME IS HOME.

"I LIVE in Julia's eyes," said an affected dandy in Colman's hearing. "I
don't wonder at it," replied George; "since I observed she had a _sty_
in them when I saw her last."

LXXXVI.--A LIGHT STUDY.

AS a worthy city baronet was gazing one evening at the gas lights in
front of the Mansion-house, an old acquaintance came up to him and said,
"Well, Sir William, are you studying astronomy?"--"No, sir," replied the
alderman, "I am studying _gas-tronomy_."

LXXXVII.--A CLIMAX.

A VERY volatile young lord, whose conquests in the female world were
numberless, at last married. "Now, my lord," said the countess, "I hope
you'll mend."--"Madam," says he, "you may depend on it this is _my last
folly_."

LXXXVIII.--SIMPLE DIVISION.

WHEN the Earl of Bradford was brought before the Lord Chancellor, to be
examined upon application for a statute of lunacy against him, the
chancellor asked him, "How many legs has a sheep?"--"Does your lordship
mean," answered Lord Bradford, "a live sheep or a dead sheep?"--"Is it
not the same thing?" said the chancellor. "No, my lord," said Lord
Bradford, "there is much difference; a live sheep may have four legs; a
dead sheep has only two: the two fore legs are shoulders; but there are
but _two legs of mutton_."

LXXXIX.--HERO-PHOBIA.

WHEN George II. was once expressing his admiration of General Wolfe,
some one observed that the General was