And 'tis like to remain so while time circles round;
For surely an age would be spent in the finding
A reader so weak as to _pay for the binding_.

MLVII.--WRITING TREASON.

HORNE TOOKE, on being asked by a foreigner of distinction how much
treason an Englishman might venture to write without being hanged,
replied, that "he could not inform him just yet, but that he was
_trying_."

MLVIII.--A GRACEFUL ILLUSTRATION.

THE resemblance between the sandal tree, imparting (while it falls) its
aromatic flavor to the edge of the axe, and the benevolent man rewarding
evil with good, would be witty, did it not excite virtuous
emotions.--S.S.

MLIX.--IMPROMPTU.

_On an apple being thrown at Mr. Cooke, whilst playing Sir Pertinax Mac
Sycophant._

SOME envious Scot, you say, the apple threw,
Because the character was drawn too true;
It can't be so, for all must know "right weel"
That a true Scot had only thrown the peel.

MLX.--IN THE BACKGROUND.

AN Irishman once ordered a painter to draw his picture, and to represent
him _standing behind a tree_.

MLXI.--IN WANT OF A HUSBAND.

A YOUNG lady was told by a married lady, that she had better precipitate
herself from off the rocks of the Passaic falls into the basin beneath
than _marry_. The young lady replied, "I would, if I thought I should
find a _husband_ at the bottom."

MLXII.--THREE ENDS TO A ROPE.

A LAD applied to the captain of a vessel for a berth; the captain,
wishing to intimidate him, handed him a piece of rope, and said, "If you
want to make a good sailor, you must make three ends to the rope."--"I
can do it," he readily replied; "here is one, and here is another,--that
makes two. Now, here's the _third_," and he threw it overboard.

MLXIII.--THE REASON WHY.

FOOTE was once asked, why learned men are to be found in rich men's
houses, and rich men never to be seen in those of the learned. "Why,"
said he, "the _first_ know what they want, but the _latter_ do not."

MLXIV.--PERSONALITIES OF GARRICK AND QUIN.

WHEN Quin and Garrick performed at the same theatre, and in the same
play, one night, being very stormy, each ordered a chair. To the
mortification of Quin, Garrick's chair came up first. "Let me get into
the chair," cried the surly veteran, "let me get into the chair, and put
little Davy into the lantern."--"By all means," rejoined Garrick,