Part 25 (1/2)

_Landlord_: He's only a genus.

_Glavis_: A what?

_Landlord_: A genus!--a man who can do everything in life except anything that's useful--that's a genus.

LORD LYTTON, _The Lady of Lyons_.

First love is a pretty romance, But not half so sweet as 'tis reckoned; And when one wakes from the trance, There's a vast stock of bliss in the second.

And e'en should a second subside, A lover should never despair; The world is uncommonly wide, And the women uncommonly fair.

The poets their raptures may tell, Who have never been put to the test; A first love is all very well, But, believe me, the last love's the best.

MR. BERNAL.

I've nothing to say again' her piety, my dear; but I know very well I shouldn't like her to cook my victual. When a man comes in hungry an'

tired, piety won't feed him, I reckon. Hard carrots 'ull lie heavy on his stomach, piety or no piety. It's right enough to be speritial--I'm no enemy to that; but I like my potatoes mealy.

_Mrs. Linnet_, in GEORGE ELIOT's _Janet's Repentance_.

Somehow, sitting cosily here, I think of the sunny summertide hours, When the what-do-you-call-'em warbles clear, And the breezes blow--likewise the flowers.

_Once a Week._

A lawyer's brief will be brief, before a freethinker thinks freely.

_Guesses at Truth._

Juxtaposition, in fine; and what is juxtaposition?

Look you, we travel along in the railway, carriage or steamer, And, _pour pa.s.ser le temps_, till the tedious journey be ended, Lay aside paper or book, to talk to the girl who is next one; And, _pour pa.s.ser le temps_, with the terminus all but in prospect, Talk of eternal ties and marriages made in heaven.

_Claude_, in CLOUGH's _Amours de Voyage_.

We measure the excellency of other men by some excellency we conceive to be in ourselves.

SELDEN, _Table Talk_.

Oh! spare those Gardens where the leafy glade Prompts the proposal dalliance delayed; Where tear-dewed lids, choked utterance, sobs suppressed, Tear the confession from a doubting breast; Whence they, who vainly haunted rout and ride, Emerge triumphant from a suitor's side.

ALFRED AUSTIN, _The Season_.

They have queer hotels in Oregon. I remember one where they gave me a bag of oats for a pillow. I had night mares, of course.