A New Way With Attorneys

ONE day a simple farmer, who had just buried a rich relation, an

attorney, was complaining of the great expense of a funeral cavalcade

in the country. Why, do you bury your attorneys here? asked Foote.

Yes, to be sure we do: how else?--O, we never do that in

London.--No? said the other, much surprised; how do you manage,

then?--Why, when the patient happens to die, we lay him out in a room

over night by himself, lock the door, throw open the window, and in the

morning he is gone.--Indeed! exclaimed the farmer, with amazement;

what becomes of him?--Why, that we cannot exactly tell; all we know

is, there's a strong smell of brimstone in the room the next morning.