Part 56 (1/2)

SIR JOHN HARYNGTON (1561-1612).

I do not speak of this mole in any tone of complaint.

I desire to write nothing against him which I should wish to recall at the last,--nothing foreign to the spirit of that beautiful saying of the dying boy, ”He had no copybook, which, dying, he was sorry he had blotted.”

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

Know, then, that when that touching scene Had reached its tenderest pitch, When all was pathos, calm, serene, _His nose began to itch_.

'Twas sad, but so it came to pa.s.s, The knight might chafe and frown, But could not reach it, for alas!

_He wore his vizor down_.

_Songs of Singularity._

I remember asking [Bagehot] if he had enjoyed a particular dinner which he had rather expected to enjoy, but he replied, ”No, the sherry was bad; tasted as if L---- had dropped his h's into it.”

R. H. HUTTON, _Memoir of W. Bagehot_.

When Beings of the fairer s.e.x Arrange their white arms round our necks, We are, we ought to be, enraptured.

FREDERICK LOCKER, _London Lyrics_.

”Pray, Mr. Foote, do you ever go to church?”

”No, madam; not that I see any harm in it.”

THOMAS MOORE, _Diary_.

_ON AN INCAPABLE PERSON._

Fortune advanced thee that all might aver That nothing is impossible to her.

R. GARNETT (from the Greek).

I remember a Trinity College (Dublin) story of a student who, having to translate Caesar, rendered the first sentence, ”Omnis Gallia divisa est in tres partes,”--”All Gaul is quartered into three halves.”

W. H. HARRISON, _University Magazine_.

Always seem to be modest and bashful, yet wise; Remember the value of using your eyes; Recollect, too, that money's not easily met, And always accept every offer you get; Be polite to all--grandmammas, sisters, and mothers, For they've all of them grandsons, or own sons or brothers; And never forget the chief object in life Is to quickly be settled--a well-to-do wife.

_Phoebe_, in H. P. STEPHENS's _Billee Taylor_.