Napoleon takes his place:
His back still turned upon that land
That never saw his face.

DLXXXVIII.--OLD TIMES.

A GENTLEMAN in company with Foote, took up a newspaper, saying, "He
wanted to see what the ministry were about." Foote, with a smile,
replied, "Look among _the robberies_."

DLXXXIX.--AN ARCADIAN.

A LAZY fellow lying down on the grass said, "O, how I do wish that this
was called _work_, and well paid!"

DXC.--JOHNSON AND MRS. SIDDONS.

IN spite of the ill-founded contempt Dr. Johnson professed to entertain
for actors, he persuaded himself to treat Mrs. Siddons with great
politeness, and said, when she called on him at Bolt Court, and Frank,
his servant, could not immediately provide her with a chair, "You see,
madam, wherever _you_ go there are _no seats_ to be got."

DXCI.--ROWING IN THE SAME BOAT.

"WE row in the same boat, you know," said a literary friend to Jerrold.
This literary friend was a comic writer, and a comic writer only.
Jerrold replied, "True, my good fellow, we _do_ row in the same boat,
but with very different skulls."

DXCII.--A GENUINE IRISH BULL.

SIR BOYLE ROCHE said, "Single misfortunes never come alone, and the
greatest of all possible misfortunes is generally followed by a much
greater."

DXCIII.--THE RULING PASSION.

IN the last illness of George Colman, the doctor being late in an
appointment, apologized to his patient, saying that he had been called
in to see a man who had fallen down a well. "Did he kick the bucket,
doctor?" groaned out poor George.

DXCIV.--EPIGRAM.

(On ----'s late neglect of his judicial duties.)

LORD ----'S left his circuit for a day,
Which is to me a mystery profound;
He leaves the _circuit_! he, of whom they say,
That he delights in constant _turning round_.

DXCV.--SHAKESPEARE ILLUSTRATED.

DIGNUM and Moses Kean the mimic were both tailors. Charles Bannister met
them under the Piazza in Covent Garden, arm-in-arm. "I never see those
men together," said he, "but they put me in mind of Shakespeare's
comedy, _Measure for Measure_!"

DXCVI.--DEGENERACY.

THERE had been a carousing party at Colonel Grant's, the late Lord
Seafield, and two Highlanders were in attendance to carry the guests up
stairs, it being understood that none could by any other means arrive at
their sleeping apartments. One or two of the gues