FACTITIA.

_For the Table Book._

“WHERE IS MY THERMOMETER?”

In a certain town a certain military gentleman regulates his dress by a

thermometer, which is constantly suspended at the back door of his

house. Some wicked wag once stole the instrument, and left in its place

the following lines:--

When ----n to Tartarus got,

That huge and warm gasometer!

“Good lord!” quoth he, “how wondrous hot!

O, where is my thermometer!”