The poet, smoke. The orator, paint. The historian, fame--and
the philosopher, heaven and earth.

What are the most rare animals in the world?

A rich man contented with his fortune. A man distinguished by genius and
not by defects. A courtier grown old. A learned man who knows himself. A
virgin who is beautiful to every body but herself. A prime minister who
possesses honesty; who has the interest of his country, not that of
himself or his associates, at heart.

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_Addison's pedigree of Wit._

Good Sense is his father, Truth his grandfather, and Mirth and Good
Humour are his chosen companions.

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An impertinent petit-maitre told a country gentleman in a coffeehouse at
the west end of the town that he looked like a groom. "I am one,"
replied he, "and am ready to rub down _an ass_."

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_Curious slip-slop!_--The three wives of a knight, a physician, and a
justice, were one evening engaged in a social game of questions and
commands; and, according to the custom of the game, the first began, "I
love my love with an N because he is a k-night!" The second in the same
terms confessed her partiality for an F, because he was a physician! and
the third avowed a similar regard for a G, because he was a justice!

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_Specific for blindness._--A quack doctor in the neighbourhood of York,
who advertises a universal specific for the ills of mankind, adds, that
he attends to communications by letter, "but it is necessary that
persons afflicted with the loss of sight should _see_ the doctor."

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A stage-struck youth lately called upon Mr. K, at his residence not far
from Bloomsbury-square, and applied for an engagement. The manager,
after scrutinizing the various qualifications of the youthful candidate,
inquired, "and pray sir, to what particular parts have your studies been
directed? What is your forte?" "Why, sir, (replied the youth in a modest
tone) I rather think that I excel in your line." "My line! (exclaimed
the manager with peculiar complacency) what is that? What do you mean?"
"To confess the truth, (rejoined the tyro) I flatter myself that I am
most at home in _playing the tyrant_!"

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"The theatre at Sydney appears to be in a very flourishing state," said
a gentleman to Joh