In painting, all faults are
_exposed_ to view; but in medicine, they are _buried_ with the patient."

MXIX.--DOGMATISM

IS pupyism come to its full growth.--D.J.

MXX.--SALAD.

TO make this condiment your poet begs
The pounded yellow of two hard boiled eggs;
Two boiled potatoes, passed through kitchen-sieve,
Smoothness and softness to the salad give;
Let onion atoms lurk within the bowl,
And, half-suspected, animate the whole.
Of mordant mustard add a single spoon,
Distrust the condiment that bites too soon;
But deem it not, thou man of herbs, a fault,
To add a double quantity of salt.
And, lastly, o'er the flavored compound toss
A magic soup-spoon of anchovy sauce.
O green and glorious!--O herbaceous treat!
'T would tempt the dying anchorite to eat;
Back to the world he'd turn his fleeting soul,
And plunge his fingers in the salad-bowl!
Serenely full, the epicure would say,
"Fate cannot harm me, I have dined to-day!"

MXXI.--ACTOR.

A MEMBER of one of the dramatic funds was complaining of being obliged
to retire from the stage with an income of only one hundred and fifty
pounds a year, upon which an old officer, on half-pay, said to him: "A
comedian has no reason to complain, whilst a man like me, crippled with
wounds, is content with half that sum."--"What!" replied the actor; "and
do you reckon as nothing the honor of being able to _say so_?"

MXXII.--EPIGRAM.

THAT Lord ---- owes nothing, one safely may say,
For his creditors find he has nothing to pay.

MXXIII.--CANDID ON BOTH SIDES.

"I RISE for information," said a member of the legislative body. "I am
very glad to hear it," said a bystander, "for no man _wants_ it more."

MXXIV.--CARROTS CLASSICALLY CONSIDERED.

WHY scorn red hair? The Greeks, we know
(I note it here in charity),
Had taste in beauty, and with them
The Graces were all [Greek: Charitai]!

MXXV.--DOING HOMAGE.

RETURNING from hunting one day, George III. entered affably into
conversation with his wine-merchant, Mr. Carbonel, and rode with him
side by side a considerable way. Lord Walsingham was in attendance; and
watching an opportunity, took Mr. Carbonel aside, and whispered
something to him. "What's that? what's that Walsingham has been saying
to you?" inquired the good-humored monarch. "I find, sir, I hav