head of the spring,
Is the name of the man that murdered the king."

MLI.--BILL PAID IN FULL.

AT Wimpole there was to be seen a portrait of Mr. Harley, the speaker,
in his robes of office. The active part he took to forward the bill to
settle the crown on the house of Hanover induced him to have a _scroll_
painted in his hand, bearing the title of that bill. Soon after George
the First arrived in England, Harley was sent to the _Tower_, and this
circumstance being told to Prior whilst he was viewing the portrait, he
wrote on the white part of the scroll the date of the day on which
Harley was committed to the Tower, and under it: "THIS BILL PAID IN
FULL."

MLII.--WOMEN.

AT no time of life should a man give up the thoughts of enjoying the
society of women. "In youth," says Lord Bacon, "women are our
mistresses, at a riper age our companions, in old age our nurses, and in
all ages our friends."

A gentleman being asked what difference there was between a clock and a
woman, instantly replied, "A clock serves to _point_ out the hours, and
a woman to make us _forget_ them."

MLIII.--THE DEVIL'S OWN.

AT a review of the volunteers, when the half-drowned heroes were
defiling by all the best ways, the Devil's Own walked straight through.
This being reported to Lord B----, he remarked, "that the lawyers always
went through _thick_ and _thin_."

MLIV.--WHIST-PLAYING.

CHARLES LAMB said once to a brother whist-player, who was a hand more
clever than clean, and who had enough in him to afford the joke: "M., if
_dirt_ were trumps, what _hands_ you would hold!"

MLV.--A CRUEL CASE.

POPE the actor, well known for his devotion to the culinary art,
received an invitation to dinner, accompanied by an apology for the
simplicity of the intended fare--a small turbot and a boiled edgebone of
beef. "The very thing of all others that I like," exclaimed Pope; "I
will come with the greatest pleasure": and come he did, and eat he did,
till he could literally eat no longer; when the word was given, and a
haunch of venison was brought in. Poor Pope, after a puny effort at
trifling with a slice of fat, laid down his knife and fork, and gave way
to a hysterical burst of tears, exclaiming, "A friend of twenty years'
standing, and to be _served in this manner_!"

MLVI.--ON SHELLEY'S POEM, "PROMETHEUS UNBOUND."

SHELLEY styles his new poem, "_Prometheus Unbound_,"