artyrdom of King Charles the First), Quin
used to say, "Every king in Europe would rise with a _crick in his
neck_."

CCXXIII.--A GOOD REASON.

A CERTAIN minister going to visit one of his sick parishioners, asked
him how he had rested during the night. "Oh, wondrous ill, sir," replied
he, "for mine eyes have not come together these three nights."--"What is
the reason of that?" said the other. "Alas! sir," said he, "because _my
nose_ was betwixt them."

CCXXIV.--BILLY BROWN AND THE COUNSELLOR.

WHEN Mr. Sheridan pleaded in court his own cause, and that of the Drury
Lane Theatre, an Irish laborer, known amongst the actors by the name of
Billy Brown, was called upon to give his evidence. Previous to his going
into court, the counsellor, shocked at the shabby dress of the witness,
began to remonstrate with him on this point: "You should have put on
your Sunday clothes, and not think of coming into court covered with
lime and brick-dust; it detracts from the credit of your
evidence."--"_Be cool, Mr. Counsellor_," said Billy, "_only be cool,
you're in your working-dress, and I am in mine; and that's that_."

CCXXV.--THE RULING PASSION AFTER DEATH.

A DRUNKEN witness leaving the box, blurted out, "My Lord, I never cared
for anything but women and horseflesh!" Mr. Justice Maule: "Oh, you
never cared for anything but women and horseflesh? Then I advise you to
go home and make your will, or, if you have made it, put a codicil to
it, and direct your executors, as soon as you are dead, to have you
flayed, and to have your skin made into side-saddles, and then, whatever
happens, you will have the satisfaction of reflecting that, after death,
some part of you will be constantly in contact with what, in life, were
the _dearest objects_ of your affections."

CCXXVI.--CUT AND COME AGAIN.

A GENTLEMAN who was on a tour, attended by an Irish servant-man, who
drove the vehicle, was several times puzzled with the appearance of a
charge in the man's daily account, entered as "Refreshment for the
horse, 2d." At length he asked Dennis about it. "Och! sure," said he,
"it's _whipcord_ it is!"

CCXXVII.--CALIBAN'S LOOKING-GLASS.

A REMARKABLY ugly and disagreeable man sat opposite Jerrold at a
dinner-party. Before the cloth was removed, Jerrold accidentally broke a
glass. Whereupon the ugly gentleman, thinking to twit his opposite
neighbor with great effect, said slily, "What, already