Psyche], 'Indulge yourself with Sukey.'" There was some hock at dinner,
which he thus eulogized:--

"'Hoc tum saevas paulatim mitigat iras,
Hoc minuit luctus moestaque corda levat.'"
_Ov. Trist._, lib. iv., _el._ vi., v. 15, 16.

MDXL.--A PREFERABLE WAY.

ONE of the Kembles made his first appearance on the stage as an opera
singer. His voice was, however, so bad, that at a rehearsal the
conductor of the orchestra called out, "Mr. Kemble! Mr. Kemble! you are
murdering the music!"--"My dear sir," was the quiet rejoinder, "it is
far better to murder it outright, than to keep on _beating it as you
do_."

MDXLI.--A STOUT SWIMMER.

SOME one jocularly observed to the Marquis Wellesley, that, in his
arrangements of the ministry, his brother, the Duke, had thrown him
overboard. "Yes," said the Marquis; "but I trust I have strength enough
to swim _to the other side_."

MDXLII.--A CHOICE OF EVILS.

ONE asked his friend, why he married so _little_ a wife? "Why," said he,
"I thought you knew, that of all evils we should choose the _least_."

MDXLIII.--RESTING HERSELF.

A LABORER'S daughter, who had been in service from her childhood, would
frequently wish to be married, that, as she expressed herself, she might
_rest her bones_. Some time afterwards she got married, and her late
mistress meeting her, asked her, "Well, Mary, have you rested your bones
yet?"--"Yes, indeed," replied she, with a sigh, "I have rested my
_jaw-bones_."

MDXLIV.--A CHARTIST NOT A LEVELLER.

A CHARTIST at a public meeting, in the course of a speech about the
"five points" of the charter, exclaimed, "Gentlemen, is not one man as
good as another?"--"Uv course he is," shouted an excited Irish
chartist, "and _a great deal betther_."

MDXLV.--DEATH AND DR. BOLUS.

"MY dart," cried Death, "I cannot find,
So now I'm quite at sea."
Quoth Dr. Bolus, "Never mind,--
There, take this recipe."

MDXLVI.--AN EVASION.

A WELL-DRESSED fellow walked into a room where they were talking
politics, and, stretching himself up to his full height, exclaimed, in a
loud voice, "Where is a radical? Show me a radical, gentlemen, and I'll
show you a liar!" In an instant a man exclaimed, "I am a radical,
sir!"--"_You_ are?"--"Yes, sir, I _am_!"--"Well, just you step round the
corner with me, and I'll _show you_ a fellow who said I couldn't find a