George Iii. On Punctuality
A Beggar's Wedding
A Gamekeeper's Daughter
A Child On Board
The Deaf And Dumb Mother
A Christmas Pudding Extraordinary
The Slave Trade
300 Scudi (l62), With The Words, "for The Advocate ..
The Wounded Sailor
The Princess Charlotte
Man--shut It Up--shut It Up! Go Home And Read My Book, P
Seeking For A Ball
Johnson And Lord Elibank
Making Things Better
A rich man sent to call a physician for a slight
disorder. The physician felt his pulse, and said, "Do you eat well?" "Yes,"
said the patient. "Do you sleep well?" "I do." "Oh, then," said the
physician, "I must give you something to take away all that."
Madame de Villecerf, who was brought to death in the flower of her age by
the unskilfulness of her surgeon, comforted him thus: "I do not look upon
you," she said, in dying, "as a person whose error has cost me my life, but
as a benefactor, who hastens my entry into a happy immortality. As the
world may judge otherwise, I have put you in a situation, by my will, to
quit your profession."
Willie Law, a half-witted man, was the descendant of an ancient family,
nearly related to the famous John Law, of Lauriston, the celebrated
financier of France. Willie on that account was often spoken to and taken
notice of by gentlemen of distinction. Posting one day through Kirkaldy,
with more than ordinary speed, he was met by Mr. Oswald, of Dunnikier, who
asked him where he was going in such a hurry. "Going!" says Willie, with
apparent surprise, "I'm gaen to my cousin Lord Elgin's burial." "Your
cousin Lord Elgin's burial, you fool! Lord Elgin's not dead," replied Mr.
Oswald. "Oh, never mind," quoth Willie; "there's six doctors out o'
Edinbro' at him, and they'll hae him dead afore I get there."
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An American Heroine
A Noble Enemy
A Good Example
The Two Smith's
The Wounded Sailor
Pope Pius Ix
The Horse Dealer
Garrick And Rich
Reasons, You Would Ascribe It To A Better Motive
French Peasant Girl
The Gendarmes And The Priest
Marshal De Nevailles
Keep To The Point
A Sheepish Lamb