ECTED.

JERROLD was seriously disappointed with a certain book written by one of
his friends. This friend heard that Jerrold had expressed his
disappointment.

_Friend_ (to Jerrold).--I hear you said ---- was the worst book I ever
wrote.

_Jerrold._--No, I didn't. I said it was the worst book anybody ever
wrote.

MXCIV.--A MYSTERY CLEARED UP.

W----, they say, is bright! yet to discover
The fact you vainly in St. Stephen's sit.
But hold! _Extremes will meet_: the marvel's over;
His very _dulness_ is the _extreme_ of wit.

MXCV.--BRAHAM AND KENNEY.

THE pride of some people differs from that of others. Mr. Bunn was
passing through Jermyn Street, late one evening, and seeing Kenney at
the corner of St. James's Church, swinging about in a nervous sort of
manner, he inquired the cause of his being there at such an hour. He
replied, "I have been to the St. James's Theatre, and, do you know, I
really thought Braham was a much prouder man than I find him to be." On
asking why, he answered, "I was in the green-room, and hearing Braham
say, as he entered, 'I am really _proud_ of my pit to-night,' I went and
counted it, and there were but _seventeen_ people in it."

MXCVI.--HOW TO ESCAPE TAXATION.

"I WOULD," says Fox, "a tax devise
That shall not fall on me."
"Then tax _receipts_," Lord North replies,
"For those you _never_ see."

MXCVII.--A BED OF--WHERE?

A SCOTCH country minister had been invited, with his wife, to dine and
spend the night at the house of one of his lairds. Their host was very
proud of one of the very large beds which had just come into fashion,
and in the morning asked the lady how she had slept in it. "O very well,
sir; but, indeed, I thought _I'd lost_ the minister a' thegither."

MXCVIII.--ENVY.

A DRUNKEN man was found in the suburbs of Dublin, lying on his face, by
the roadside, apparently in a state of physical unconsciousness. "He is
dead," said a countryman of his, who was looking at him. "Dead!" replied
another, who had turned him with his face uppermost; "by the powers, _I
wish I had just half his disease_!"--in other words, a moiety of the
whiskey he had drunk.

MXCIX.--A SLIGHT DIFFERENCE.

"I KEEP an excellent table," said a lady, disputing with one of her
boarders. "That may be true, ma'am," says he, "but you put very little
_upon it_."

MC.--MORE HONORED IN THE