law; the law is as nice as a new laid egg, and not to be understood by addle-headed people. Bullum and Boatum mentioned both ebb and flood to avoid quibbling; but, it being proved that they were carried away neither by the tide of flood, nor by the tide of ebb, but exactly upon the top of high water, they were nonsuited; but, such was the lenity of the court, upon their paying all costs, they were allowed to begin again, de novo.

THE MISS-NOMERS.-ANON.

MISS BROWN is exceedingly fair,
Miss White is as red as a berry—
Miss Black has a grey head of hair,
Miss Graves is a flirt, ever merry.
Miss Lightbody weighs sixteen stone,
Miss Rich scarce can muster a guinea-
Miss Hare wears a wig, and has none,
Miss Solomon is a sad ninny.

Miss Mildmay's a terrible scold,

Miss Dove's ever cross and contrary

Miss Young is now grown very old,

And Miss Heaviside's light as a fairy!

Miss Short is at least five feet ten,

Miss Noble's of humble extraction

Miss Love has a hatred towards men,
While Miss Still is forever in action.

Miss Green is a regular blue,

Miss Scarlet looks pale as a lily-
Miss Violet never shrinks from our view,

And Miss Wiseman thinks all the men silly

Miss Goodchild's a gloomy young elf,

Miss Lion's, from terror, a fool-
Miss Mee's not at all like myself-

Miss Carpenter no one can rule.

Miss Sadler ne'er mounted a horse,

While Miss Groom from the stable will run. Miss Killmore can't look on a corse,

And Miss Aimwell ne'er levelled a gun.

Miss Greathead has no brain at all,

Miss Heartwell is ever complaining

Miss Dance has ne'er been at a ball,

Over hearts Miss Fairweather likes reigning.

Miss Wright, she is constantly wrong,

Miss Tickle, alas! is not funny.

Miss Singer ne'er warbled a song,
And, alas!
poor Miss Cash has no money!
Miss Hatemen would give all she's worth,
To purchase a man to her liking-
Miss Merry is shock'd at all mirth—
Miss Boxer the men don't mind striking.

Miss Bliss does with sorrow o'erflow,

Miss Hope in despair seeks the tomb;

Miss Joy still anticipates woe,

And Miss Charity's 'never at home.'

Miss Hamlet resides in a city,

The nerves of Miss Steadfast are shaken,

Miss Prettyman's beau is not pretty,

Miss Faithful her love has forsaken.

Miss Porter despises all froth,

Miss Scales they'll make wait, I'm thinking;

Miss Meekly is apt to be wroth,

Miss Lofty to meanness is sinking.

Miss Seemore's as blind as a bat,
Miss Last at a party is first-

Miss Brindle dislikes a striped cat,

And Miss Waters has always a thirst!

Miss Knight is now changed into Day-
Miss Day wants to marry a Knight-

Miss Prudence has just run away,

And Miss Steady assisted her flight.
But success to the fair-one and all-
No misapprehensions be making;
Though wrong the dear sex to miss-call,

There's no harm, I should hope, in mis-taking!

HOW TO SELL A HORSE.-ANON.

"MR. COPER, as kept the Red Lion Yard, in High street, was the best to sell a horse I ever know'd, sir, and I know'd some good 'uns, I have; but he was the best. He'd look at you as tho' butter wouldn't melt in his mouth, and his small wall eyes seemed to have no more life in 'em than a dead whiting's. My master, Captain Simple, stood his hosses there; and, o' course, I saw a good deal of Mr. Coper. One day, a gent came to look at the stable, and see if he could buy a hoss. Coper saw in a minit that he knew nothing about horse-flesh, and so was uncommon civil. The first thing he showed him was a great grey coach-hoss, about seventeen hands and an inch, with a shoulder like a Erkilus."

"I suppose you mean Hercules ?"

So

"I suppose I do, sir. The gent was a little man; so, o' course, the grey was took in agen, and a Suffolk punch cob, that 'ud a done for a bishop, was then run up the yard. But, lor! the little gent's legs 'ud never have been of any use to him; they'd a stuck out on each side, like a curricle-bar. he wouldn't do. Coper show'd him three or four others, good things in their way, but not at all suited to the gent. At last Coper says to him, with a sort o' sigh, 'Well, sir, I'm afear'd we shan't make a deal of it to-day, sir. You're wery particular, as you've a right to be, and I'll look about; and if I can find one that I think 'll do, I'll call on you.' By this time he had walked the gent down the stable to opposite a stall where was a brown hoss, fifteen hands, or about. Now, there 'ud be the thing to suit you, sir,' says he; and I only wish I could find

one like him.' 'Why, can't I have him?' says the gent 'Impossible!" says Coper. 'Why impossible?' says the gent 'Because he's Mrs. Coper's hoss, and money wouldn't buy him of her. He's perfect, and she knows it.' 'Well,' says the gent, getting his steam up, I don't mind price!' 'What's money to peace of mind?' says Coper. 'If I was to sell that hoss, my Missus would worry my life out.' Well, sir, the more Coper made a difficulty of selling the hoss, the more the gent wanted to buy, till, at last, Coper took him to a coach-hoss, as tho' to be private, and said to him, in a whisper, 'Well, I tell you what I'll do; I'll take ninety pounds for him. Praps he's not worth that to everybody; but I think he is to you, who wants a perfect thing, and ready made for you.' 'You're very kind,' said the gent, and I'll give you a check at once.' 'But mind,' says Coper, 'you must fetch him away at night; for if my Missus saw him going out of the yard, I do believe she'd pull a life-guardsman off him. How I shall pacify her, I don't know! Ninety pounds! Why, ninety pounds wont pay me for the rows, leave alone the hoss !'

"The gent quite thought Coper was repenting of the bargain, and so walked away to the little countin' house, and drew a check for the money. When he was gone, I bust out a laughin', because I know'd Mrs. Coper was as mild as a bran-mash, and 'ud never a' dared to blow up her husband. But Coper

wouldn't have it he looked as solemn as truth. Well, sir, the hoss was fetched away that night."

"But why at night, Davis?"

"Because they shouldn't see his good qualities all at once, I suppose, sir; for he'd got the Devonshire coat of arms on his off knee."

"Devonshire coat of arms?"

"Yes, sir. You see, Devonshire's a very hilly country, and most of the hosses down there has broken knees; so they calls a speck the Devonshire coat of arms. Well, sir, as Mr. Coper's pet shied at everything and nothing, and bolted when he warn't a-shieing, the gent came back in about a week to Coper.

"Mr. Coper,' says he, 'I can't get on with that hoss at all.

Perhaps I don't know how to manage him. He goes on. so odd, that I'm afraid to ride him; so I thought, as he was such a favorite with Mrs. Coper, you shall have him back again.

"Not if you'd give me ninety pounds to do it,' says Coper, looking as tho' he was a going to bite the gent.

666 'Why not?' says the gent.

"I wouldn't go through what I have gone through,' says Coper, hitting the stable door with his fist enough to split it, 'not for twice the money. Mrs. Coper never left off rowing for two days and nights; and how I should a' stopped her, I don't know, if luck hadn't stood my friend. But I happened to meet with a hoss, the very moral of the one you've got, only perhaps just a leetle better; and Mrs. C. took to him wonderful. I wouldn't disturb our domestic harmony by having that hoss of yourn back again, not for half the Bank of England.' Now, the gent was a wery tender-hearted man, and believed all that Coper told him, and kept the hoss. But what he did with him, I can't think; for he was the wiciousest screw as ever put his nose in a manger."

Sir Christopher. And so, friend Blackletter, you are just come from college.

Quiz. Yes, sir.

Sir Ch. Ah, Mr. Blackletter, I once loved the name of a college, until my son proved so worthless.

Quiz. In the name of all the literati, what do you mean? You fond of books, and not bless your stars in giving you such

a son!

Sir Ch. Ah, sir, he was once a youth of promise.—But do you know him?

Quiz.

be praised!

What! Frederick Classic?-Ay, that I do-Heaven