Part 48 (1/2)

When last the Queen was about to be confined, the Prince Consort said to one of his little boys, ”I think it very likely, my dear, that the Queen will present you with a little brother or sister; which of the two would you prefer?” The child, pausing--”Well, I think, if it is all the same to mamma, I should prefer a pony.”

J. C. YOUNG, _Diary_.

Some ladies now make pretty songs, And some make pretty nurses: Some men are great at righting wrongs,-- And some at writing verses.

FREDERICK LOCKER, _London Lyrics_.

Follow the light of the old-fas.h.i.+oned Presbyterians that I've heard sing at Glasgow. The preacher gives out the Psalm, and then everybody sings a different tune, as it happens to turn up in their throats. It's a domineering thing to set a tune and expect everybody else to follow it. It's a denial of private judgment.

_Felix Holt_, in GEORGE ELIOT's novel.

_ON A CERTAIN RADICAL._

Bloggs rails against high birth. Yes, Bloggs--you see Your ears are longer than your pedigree.

JAMES HANNAY, _Sketches and Characters_.

I like neighbours, and I like chickens; but I do not think they ought to be united near a garden.

C. D. WARNER, _My Summer in a Garden_.

Lady, very fair are you, And your eyes are very blue, And your hose; And your brow is like the snow, And the various things you know Goodness knows.

MORTIMER COLLINS, _Ad Chloen, M.A._

The Jacobins, in realizing their systems of fraternization, always contrived to be the elder brothers.

_Guesses at Truth._

Careless rhymer, it is true That my favourite colour's blue; But am I To be made a victim, sir, If to puddings I prefer Cambridge [Greek: p]?

MORTIMER COLLINS, _Chloe, M.A._

Candide Found life most tolerable after meals.

LORD BYRON, _Don Juan_.

Women, and men who are like women, mind the binding more than the book.

LORD CHESTERFIELD, _Letters to his Son_.

There was gorging Jack and guzzling Jimmy, And the youngest he was little Billee.