There is a saying that a good workman is known by his chips. Such a
prodigious accumulation of chips takes place in our Manufactory, that we
infer we must have some first-rate workmen about us.
There is also a figure of speech, concerning a chip of the old block.
The chips with which _our_ old block (aged fifteen weeks) is overwhelmed
every week, would make some five-and-twenty blocks of similar
dimensions.
There is a popular simile—an awkward one in this connexion—founded on
the dryness of a chip. This has almost deterred us from our intention of
bundling a few chips together now and then. But, reflection on the
natural lightness of the article has re-assured us; and we here present
a few to our readers,—and shall continue to do so from time to time.