his name_.

MCCCLXXIX.--AN INCONVENIENT BREAK DOWN.

THE play of "King Lear" being performed at Reading, the representative
of _Glo'ster_ was, on one occasion, taken ill, and another actor was
found to take the part at a short notice. He got on famously as far as
the scene where _Glo'ster had his eyes put out_, when he came to a stand
still, and was obliged to beg permission to _read_ the rest of the part.

MCCCLXXX.--SMALL TALK.

FUSELI had a great dislike to common-place observations. After sitting
perfectly quiet for a long time in his own room, during the "bald
disjointed chat" of some idle visitors, who were gabbling with one
another about the weather, and other topics of as interesting a nature,
he suddenly exclaimed, "_We had pork for dinner to-day_."--"Dear me! Mr.
Fuseli, what an odd remark."--"Why, it is _as good_ as anything you have
been saying for _the last hour_."

MCCCLXXXI.--RATHER FEROCIOUS.

AS Burke was declaiming with great animation against Hastings, he was
interrupted by little Major Scott. "Am I," said he, indignantly, "to be
teased by the barking of this _jackal_ while I am attacking the royal
_tiger_ of Bengal?"

MCCCLXXXII.--ONLY FOR LIFE.

A SPANISH Archbishop having a dispute with an opulent duke, who said
with scorn, "What are you? your title and revenues are only for your
life," answered by asking, "And for how _many lives_ does your Grace
hold yours?"

MCCCLXXXIII.--AN OUTLINE.

WHEN the Duke de Choiseul, who was a remarkably meagre-looking man, came
to London to negotiate a peace, Charles Townshend, being asked whether
the French government had sent the preliminaries of a treaty, answered,
he did not know, but they had sent "the _outline of an ambassador_."

MCCCLXXXIV.--ON SIR WALTER SCOTT'S POEM OF WATERLOO.

ON Waterloo's ensanguined plain,
Full many a gallant man lies slain;
But none, by bullet or by shot,
Fell half so flat as Walter Scott.

MCCCLXXXV.--UGLY TRADES.

THE ugliest of trades have their moments of pleasure. Now, if I were a
grave-digger, or even a hangman, there are some people I could work for
with a great deal of enjoyment.--D.J.

MCCCLXXXVI.--A GOOD CHARACTER.

AN Irish gentleman parting with a lazy servant-woman, was asked, with
respect to her industry, whether she was what is termed _afraid_ of
work. "O, not at all," said he; "not at all; she'll freque