A jolly fellow had an office next door to a doctor's shop. One day a

gentleman of the old fogey school blundered into the wrong shop. "Is

the doctor in?" "Don't live here," said the lawyer, who was in full

scribble over some old documents. "Oh! I thought this was his office?"

"Next door." "Pray, sir, can you tell me if he has many patients?"

"Not living." The old gentleman told the story in the vicinity, and

the doctor threatened the lawyer with a libel suit.

CRIMINAL DIDN'T SEE IT.--192.

A criminal being asked, in the usual form, why judgment of death

should not be passed against him, answered: "Why, I think there has

been quite enough said about it already. If you please, we'll drop the

subject."

A RETURNED SOLDIER'S LETTER TO HIS NURSE.--193.

"Dear Miss T----, I set down to tell you that I've arove hum, an wish

I was sum whar else. I've got 3 bully boys an they are helpin me about

getting the garden sass into the groun but they haint got no mother an

I've a house and a kow and I thort youd be kinder handy to take care

of um if youd stoop so much. Ive thort of you ever sense I com from

the hospittle and how kinder jimmy you used to walk up an down them

wards. You had the best gate I ever see an my 1st wife stepped off jes

so an she paid her way I tell you. I like to work and the boys likes

to work an I kno you do an so Ide like to jine if youv no objections

an now Ive made so bold to rite sich but I was kinder pushed on by my

feelins an so I hope youl excuse it an rite soon. I shant be mad If

you say no but its no harm to ask an as I sa I cant help ritin an the

boys names are Zeberlon Shadrac an peter they want to see you as dos

your respecful friend which oes his present health to you.--JOSEPH

C----."

SUPERFLUOUS TESTIMONIAL.--194.

Prentice, of the _Louisville Journal_, notices the presentation of a

silver cup to a brother editor thus: "He needs no cup. He can drink

from any vessel that contains liquor, whether the neck of a bottle,

the mouth of a pickle-jar, the spill of a keg, or the bung of a

barrel."

HARD UP.--195.

An officer, arrived at Chattanooga, inquired of a negro where he

could find accommodations for his horse. "Don't know, sah, 'bout de

'commodations. De fence rails is all gone, and dar ain't nothin' for

'em to eat any more, only a few barn-doors, an' we want dem for the

general's horses."

PRESIDENTIAL PUNS.--196.

Mr. Lincoln, in his happier moments, is not always reminded of a

"little story," but often indulges in a veritable joke. One of the

latest reported is his remark when he found himself attacked by the

varioloid. He had been recently very much worried by people asking

favours. "Well," said he, when the contagious disease was coming upon

him, "I've got something now that I can give to everybody." About

the time when there was considerable grumbling as to the delay in

forwarding to the troops the money due to them, a western paymaster,

in full major's attire, was one day introduced at a public reception.

"Being here, Mr. Lincoln," said he, "I thought I'd call and pay my

respects." "From the complaints of the soldiers," responded the

President, "I guess that's about all any of you do pay." The President

is rather vain of his height, but one day a young man called on him

who was certainly three inches taller than the former; he was like the

mathematical definition of the straight line--length without breadth.

"Really," said Mr. Lincoln, "I must look up to you; if you ever get in

a deep place you ought to be able to wade out." That reminds us of the

story told of Mr. Lincoln somewhere, when a crowd called him out. He

came out on the balcony with his wife (somewhat below medium height),

and made the following "brief remarks:"--"Here I am, and here is Mrs.

Lincoln. That's the long and short of it."

OPENNESS OF COUNTENANCE.--197.

"Well, how do you like the looks of the varmint?" said a south-wester

to a down-easter, who was gazing with round-eyed wonder, and evidently

for the first time, at a huge alligator, with wide open jaws, on

the muddy banks of the Mississippi. "Wal," replied the Yankee, "he

ain't what yeow call a handsome critter, but he's got a great deal of

openness when he smiles."

HOLDING THE STAKES.--198.

An individual at the races was staggering about the track, with more

liquor than he could carry. "Hallo, what's the matter now?" said a

chap whom the inebriated man had run against. "Why--hic--why, the fact

is--hic--a lot of my friends have been betting liquor on the race

to-day, and they have got me to hold the stakes."

THE JUDGE AND HIS COACHMAN.--199.

One day, when Mr. Bates was remonstrating with Mr. Lincoln against

the appointment of some indifferent lawyer to a place of judicial

importance, the President interposed with, "Come, now, Bates, he's not

half so bad as you think. Besides that, I must tell you, he did me a

good turn long ago. When I took to the law, I was going to court one

morning, with some ten or twelve miles of bad road before me, and I

had no horse. The judge overtook me in his waggon. 'Hello, Lincoln,

are you not going to the court-house? Come in, and I'll give you a

seat.' Well, I got in, and the judge went on reading his papers.

Presently, the waggon struck a stump on one side of the road; then

it hopped off to the other. I looked out, and I saw the driver was

jerking from side to side in his seat; so, says I, 'Judge, I think

your coachman has been taking a little drop too much this morning.'

'Well, I declare, Lincoln,' said he, 'I should not much wonder if

you are right, for he has nearly upset me half a dozen times since

starting.' So, putting his head out of the window, he shouted, 'Why,

you infernal scoundrel, you are drunk!' Upon which, pulling up his

horses, and turning round with great gravity, the coachman said: 'By

gorra! that's the first rightful decision you have given for the last

twelvemonth.'"

A STAGE-STRUCK HOOSIER.--200.

An awkward-looking, stage-struck Hoosier went to see one of the

New Orleans theatrical managers, some time since, and solicited an

engagement. "What _rôle_ would you prefer, my friend?" asked the

manager. "Wal, squire," said the would-be Western Roscius, "I ain't

partial to rolls, nohow--corn-dodgers is my favourite."

TAKING HIS PATIENT FOR A RIDE.--201.

Dr. A----, thinking a little exercise and fresh air preferable to

physic, had taken one of his patients to ride, and was seen by Dr.

L----, who addressed Dr. A---- as follows: "Well, doctor, I saw you

taking one of your patients to ride." "Exactly," said Dr. A----.

"Well," said Dr. L----, "a thing I never do is to take my patients

out to ride." "I know it," said Dr. A----; "the undertaker does it for

you."

A SOLDIER'S FAREWELL.--202.

The following, written in pencil, was found on the body of a Union

soldier. It commenced: "I, John Wilheimer, Second New York Cavalry.

I am shot and dying. Whoever finds me, send this to Sarah Wilheimer,

Brooklyn Post-office, New York. She is my sister, and only relative

in the country. Oh! my poor sister, do not break your heart; but I

am shot through the breast and dying, and they have gone and left me

here." * * * What followed in this paragraph is obliterated by blood.

The next sentence reads: "Write to Conrad Vitmare, of our company;

he owes me fifty dollars, which he will pay you. Oh! my dear sister,

farewell!"

YANKEE BRASS.--203.

The editor of the _Brooklyn Eagle_, when arrested for hoaxing the

New York papers by a pretended proclamation of President Lincoln,

addressed the following letter to the _Eagle_ from the walls of

Lafayette:--"Dear _Eagle_,--In the language of the 'magnificent'

Vestiali, 'I am here.' I think I shall stay here, at least till I get

out. Perhaps you are surprised at my sudden departure; so was I. But

I received a pressing invitation from General Dix to come down here,

which I did not feel at liberty to decline, so I didn't. Bob Murray

brought the invitation. Bob Murray is United States marshal, and he

marshalled me the way I should go; so I thought it best to go it.

Bob is a nice man; he has a very taking way with him; but I wouldn't

recommend you to cultivate his acquaintance."

NOT TO BE WONDERED AT.--204.

Not long since, an elderly woman entered a railroad car at one of

the Ohio stations, and disturbed the passengers a good deal with

complaints about a "most dredful rheumatiz" that she was troubled

with. A gentleman present, who had himself been a severe sufferer with

the same complaint, said to her: "Did you ever try electricity, madam?

I tried it, and in the course of a short time it completely cured

me." "Electricity," exclaimed the old lady; "y-e-s, I've tried it to

my satisfaction. _I was struck with lightning_ about a year ago, but

it didn't do me a mossel o' good!"

PETE'S EXPECTATIONS.--205.

Pete, a comical son of the Emerald Isle, who carried wood and water,

built fires, &c., for the "boys" at Hamilton College, is as good a

specimen of the genuine Hibernian as ever toddled into a brogan.

One of the students having occasion to reprove him one morning for

delinquency, asked him where he expected to go when he died. "Expect

to go to the hot place," said Pete, without wincing. "And what do

you expect will be your portion there?" asked the Soph, solemnly.

"Oh!" growled the old fellow, as he brushed his ear lazily with his

coat-tail, "bring wood and water for the boys."

LOOKING FOR A SITUATION UNDER GOVERNMENT.--206.

Petroleum V. Naseby writes that he had an interview with the President

lately, which terminated thus:--"'Is there any little thing I kin

do for you?' sez he. 'Nothin' particklar. I woold accept a small

post-orfis, if sitooatid within ezy range uv a distilry. My politikle

dase is well nigh over. Let me but see the old party wunst moar in the

ascendency; let these old ize wunst moar behold the constitooshun ez

it iz, the Uneyun ez it wuz, and the nigger ware he ought 2 be, and I

will rap the mantel of private life around me, and go in 2 dilirium

tremens happy. I hev no ambishen. I am in the sear and yaller leef.

These whitin' locks, them sunkin' cheeks, warn me that age and whiskey

hev dun their puffek work, and that I shall soon go hents. Linkin,

scorn not my words. I hev sed. Adoo.'"

IN BLACK AND WHITE.--207.

A white man not long since sued a black man in one of the courts of

a Free State, and while the trial was before the judge the litigants

came to an amicable settlement, and so the counsel stated to the

court. "A verbal settlement will not answer," replied the judge; "it

must be in writing." "Here is the agreement in black and white,"

responded the counsel, pointing to the parties; "pray what does your

honour want more than this?"

A GUARDED ANSWER.--208.

In one of our courts lately a man who was called upon to appear as

a witness could not be found. On the judge asking where he was, an

elderly gentleman rose up, and with much emphasis said, "Your honour,

he's gone." "Gone! gone!" said the judge, "where is he gone?" "That I

cannot inform you," replied the communicative gentleman, "but he is

dead." This is considered the best guarded answer on record.

QUEER QUERIES.--209.

Is Death's door opened with a skeleton key? Would you say a lady

dressed loud who was covered all over with bugles? Is there any

truth in the report that the Arabs who live in the desert have sandy

hair? In selling a Newfoundland dog do you know whether it is valued

according to what it will fetch or what it will bring?

DO YOU SMOKE?--210.

A sharper, seeing a country gentlemen sitting alone at an inn, and

thinking something might be made out of him, entered, and called for a

paper of tobacco. "Dou you smoke, sir?" asked the sharper. "Yes," said

the gentleman, very gravely; "any one that has a design upon me."

A RAT STORY.--211.

The _Greenfield Gazette_ is responsible for the following rat

story:--"A family in South Deer field, Massachusetts, left some

Indian meal on the bottom of an iron pan in which they had baked a

johnny-cake the night previous, in the buttery, one of the recent cold

nights, which the rats attempted to eat; but the frost on the iron

froze their tongues to the pan so that they could not release them,

and they were caught the next morning."

SUBSTITUTING ONE TREAT FOR ANOTHER.--212.

"Papa," said Mr. Brown's youngest son, the other day, "can't I go to

the circus?" "No, my pet," affectionately replied Mr. B.; "if you

are a good boy, I will take you to see your grandmother's grave this

afternoon."

HOTEL RULES AT THE "DIGGINS."--213.

The proprietor of a Reese River Hotel (according to Hoyle,

who has just returned) has posted up the following "Rules and

Regulations":--Board must be paid in advance; with beans, 15 dols.;

without beans, 12 dols. Salt free. Boarders not permitted to speak

to the cook. No extras allowed. Potatoes for dinner. "Pocketing" at

meals strictly forbidden. Gentlemen are expected to wash out of doors,

and find their own water. No charges for ice. Towel bags at the end

of the house. Extra charges for seats round the stove. Lodgers must

furnish their own straw. Beds on bar-room floor reserved for regular

customers. Persons sleeping in the bar are requested not to take off

their boots. Lodgers inside arise at five a.m.; in the barn at six

o'clock. Each man sweeps up his own bed. No quartz taken at the bar.

No fighting allowed at the table. Any one violating the above rules

will be shot.

ODD NAMES.--214.

What odd names some mortals are blessed with! We heard of a family

in Michigan whose sons were named One Stickney, Two Stickney, Three

Stickney; and whose daughters were named First Stickney, Second

Stickney, and so on. Three elder children of a family in Vermont were

named Joseph, And, Another; and it is supposed that, should they have

any more, they might have named them Also, Moreover, Nevertheless,

and Notwithstanding. Another family actually named their child Finis,

supposing that it was their last; but they afterwards happened to

have a daughter and two sons, whom they called Addenda, Appendix, and

Supplement. A man in Pennsylvania called his second son James Also,

and the third William Likewise.

LEGAL ADVICE UNDER SINGULAR CIRCUMSTANCES.--215.

A client, while bathing in the sea, saw his lawyer rise up, after

a long dive, at his side. "Ho, there Mr. ----, have you taken out a

warrant against Burt?" "He is in quod," replied the agent, and dived

again, showing his heels as a parting view to his client; nor did the

latter hear more of the interview with the shark until he got his

account, containing the entry, "To consultation at sea, anent the

incarceration of Burt, six shillings and eightpence."

SHARP CHILD.--216.

Recently the wife of one of the City fathers of New Bedford presented

her husband with three children at a birth. The delighted father took

his little daughter, four years of age, to see her new relations. She

looked at the diminutive little beings a few moments, when, turning to

her father, she inquired: "Pa, which one are you going to keep?"

TAKING THE STARCH OUT.--217.

"A capital example," writes a reader, "of what is often termed 'taking

the starch out,' happened recently in a country bank in New England. A

pompous, well-dressed individual entered the bank, and, addressing the

teller, who is something of a wag, inquired: 'Is the cashier in?' 'No,

sir,' was the reply. 'Well, I am dealing in pens--supplying the New

England banks pretty largely--and I suppose it will be proper for me

to deal with the cashier.' 'I suppose it will,' said the teller. 'Very

well; I will wait.' The pen-pedlar took a chair, and sat composedly

for a full hour, waiting for the cashier. By that time, he began to

grow uneasy, but sat twisting in his chair for about twenty minutes,

and, seeing no prospect of a change in his circumstances, asked the

teller how soon the cashier would be in. 'Well, I don't know exactly,'

said the waggish teller, 'but I expect him in about eight weeks. He

has just gone to Lake Superior, and told me he thought he should come

back in that time.' Pedlar thought he would not wait. 'Oh, stay if you

wish,' said the teller, very blandly; 'we have no objection to your

sitting here in the day time, and you can probably find some place

in town where they will be glad to keep you of nights.' The pompous

pedlar disappeared without another word."

THE EFFECT OF ELOQUENCE.--218.

One of the late Governors of South Carolina was a splendid lawyer, and

could talk a jury out of their seven senses. He was especially noted

for success in criminal cases, almost always clearing his client. He

was once counsel for a man accused of horse-stealing. He made a long,

eloquent, and touching speech. The jury retired, but returned in a

few moments, and proclaimed the man not guilty. An old acquaintance

stepped up to the prisoner, and said: "Jem, the danger is passed;

and now, honour bright, didn't you steal that horse?" To which Jem

replied: "Well, Tom, I've all along thought I took the horse; but

since I've heard the Governor's speech, I don't believe I did."

HOTEL ACCOMMODATION IN THE SOUTH.--219.

There was a traveller once, down South--say in the State of

Georgia--who, halting for the night at an inn, where he was told

that, as there were many guests, he must put up with a shakedown,

was conducted after supper to an outhouse full of cows and pigs.

"Where am I to sleep?" cried the despairing wayfarer. "Spect 'yiccan

please yisself, mas'r," answered with a grin the negro who acted as

chamberlain; "but," he continued, pointing to a corner of the lair,

where there were only two cows and no pigs, "dat's de mose fashionable

part."

A PLUMP QUESTION.--220.

The late gallant General Sumner, about twenty years ago, was captain

of a company of cavalry, and commanded Fort Atkinson, in Iowa. One of

his men, Billy G----, had received an excellent education, was of a

good family, but an unfortunate habit of mixing too much water with

his whisky had so reduced him in circumstances that out of desperation

he enlisted. Captain Sumner soon discovered his qualifications, and

as he was a good accountant and excellent penman, he made him his

confidential clerk. At times the old habit would overcome Billy's good

resolutions, and a spree would be the result. Captain Sumner, though a

rigid disciplinarian, disliked to punish him severely, and privately

gave him much good advice (after a good sobering in the guard-house),

receiving in return many thanks and promises of amendment; but his

sprees became more and more frequent. One day, after Billy had been on

a bender, the captain determined on giving him a severe reprimand, and

ordered Billy into his presence before he was fully sober. Billy came

with his eyes all blood-shot and head hanging down, when the captain

accosted him with: "So, sir, you have been drunk again, and I have

to say that this conduct must cease. You are a man of good family,

good education, ordinarily a good soldier, neat, cleanly, and genteel

in appearance, of good address, and a valuable man; yet you will get

drunk. Now I shall tell you, once for all that----" Here Billy's eyes

sparkled, and he interrupted his superior with: "Beg pardon, captain,

did you say that--hic--I was a man of good birth and education?" "Yes,

I did." "And that I was a good soldier?" "Certainly." "That usually

I--I--am neat and genteel?" "Yes, Billy." "And that I am a valuable

man?" "Yes; but you will get drunk." Billy drew himself up with great

dignity, and throwing himself on his reserved rights, indignantly

exclaimed: "Well now, Captain Sumner, do you really think Uncle Sam

expects--to--to--to get all the _cardinal virtues for twelve dollars a

month_?"

THE CORDS OF HYMEN.--221.

A poetical feminine, who found the cords of Hymen not so silky as she

expected, gives vent to feelings in the following regretful stanzas.

The penultimate line is peculiarly comprehensive and expansive:--

"When I was young I used to earn

My living without trouble;

Had clothes and pocket-money too,

And hours of pleasure double.

"I never dream'd of such a fate,

When I A-LASS was courted--

Wife, mother, nurse, seamstress, cook, housekeeper,

chambermaid, laundress, dairy-woman, and scrub generally,

doing the work of six,

For the sake of being supported."

CURE FOR FAINTING.--222.

A New York man, who had not been out of the city for years, fainted

away in the pure air of the country. He was only resuscitated by

putting a dead fish to his nose, when he slowly revived, exclaiming,

"That's good--it smells like home!"

A CHEAP TREAT.--223.

A hard-shell preacher, in discoursing about Daniel in the lion's

den, said: "And there he sat all night long, looking at the show for

nothing, and it didn't cost him a cent."

JOSH BILLINGS INSURES HIS LIFE.--224.

I kum to the conclusion lately that life was so onsartin, that the

only way for me to stand a fair chance with other folks was to get my

life insured, and so I called on the agent of the Garden Angel Life

Insurance Company, and answered the following questions, which were

put to me over the top of a pair of specks by a slick little fat old

feller, with a round gray head on him as any man ever owned:--1. Are

you mail or femail? if so, state how long you have been so. 2. Had

you a father or mother? if so, which? 3. Are you subject to fits? and

if so, du yu have more than one at a time? 4. What iz your precise

fiting wate? 5. Did you ever have any ancestors? and if so, how much?

6. What is your legal opinion of the constitushunality of the ten

commandments? 7. Du yu have any night-mare? 8. Are yu married or

single, or are yu a bachelor? 9. Du yu believe in a future stait? if

yu du, stait it. 10. What are your private sentiments about a rush of

rats to the hed? can it be did successfully? 11. Hav yu ever committed

suicide? and if so, how did it affect yu? After answering the above

questions, like a man in a confirmatiff, the slick little fat old

feller with gold specks on sed I was insured for life, and probably

would remain so for some years. I thanked him, and smiled one ov my

most pensive smiles.

SHORT AND EXPRESSIVE.--225.

Some years since there was a great gathering of people at Augusta,

Maine, to take into consideration the subject of building a dam across

the Kennebec River at that point. The meeting was followed by a dinner

at the Mansion House, and the Liquor Law being a thing not yet thought

of, the bottle circulated freely, and many of the guests were getting

"jolly mellow," when Frank ----, a wag of an editor, was called on

for a toast. Frank immediately staggered to his feet, and grasping

the back of his chair with one hand, and holding aloft with the

other a tumbler of "Old Jamaica," responded somewhat emphatically:

"Gentlemen, d--n the Kennebec!--and improve its navigation," and sat

down amid a roar of applause. The dam was built.

DOW, JUNIOR.--226.

It was Dow, jun.--sacred to his memory--who said that "Life is a

country dance: down outside and back; tread on the corns of your

neighbour; poke your nose everywhere; all hands around; right and

left. Bob your cocoanut--the figure is ended. Time hangs up the

fiddle, and death puts out the lights."

A PROMPT REPLY.--227.

A little boy, some six years old, was using his slate and pencil on

the Sabbath, when his father, who was a clergyman, entered, and said:

"My son, I prefer that you should not use your slate on the Lord's

Day." "I'm making meeting-houses, father," was the prompt reply.

INTERRUPTING THE SERMON.--228.

An amusing incident says the _Selinsgrove_ (Pa.) _Post_, occurred in

one of our churches on Sunday, which caused considerable tittering

throughout the congregation. While the minister was in the midst of

his sermon, a little boy about ten years of age quietly left his

seat, took his hat, walked up to the pulpit and asked permission of

the minister to leave the church, saying that he forgot to feed the

pig. The request was granted and the boy left; but returned in a few

minutes, no doubt greatly relieved. It embarrassed the minister for

some minutes afterwards.

HOW SAM WAS CAUGHT.--229.

An old lady who was making some jam was called upon by a neighbour.

"Sam, you rascal," she said, "you'll be eating my jam when I'm away."

Sam protested he'd die first; but the whites of his eyes rolled

hungrily towards the bubbling crimson. "See here, Sam," said the

old lady, taking up a piece of chalk, "I'll chak your lips, and on

my return I'll know if you've eaten any." So saying, she passed her

forefinger over the thick lip of the darkey, holding the chalk in the

palm of her hand, and not letting it touch him. When she came back,

she did not need to ask any question, for Sam's lips were chalked a

quarter of an inch thick.

FANCY HER FEELINGS.--230.

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