Chapter C: S. CALVERLEY, Fly Leaves

The crow!--the crow!--the great black crow!
He loves the fat meadow--his taste is low;
He loves the fat worms, and he dines in a row
With fifty fine cousins all black as a sloe.
Sloe--sloe! you great black crow!
But it is jolly to fare like a great black crow!

P. J. BAILEY, _Festus_.

If a man's got a bit of property, a stake in the
country, he'll want to keep things square.
Where Jack isn't safe, Tom's in danger.

_Mr. Wace_, in GEORGE ELIOT'S _Felix Holt_.

Turn not from poor pussy in disdain,
Whose pride of ancestry may equal thine;
For is she not a blood descendant of
The ancient Catty line?

R. H. NEWELL, _Orpheus C. Kerr Papers_.

I heard the other day of Jekyll making the
following pun. He said, "Erskine used to
hesitate very much, and could not speak very
well after dinner. I dined with him once at the Fishmongers'
Company. He made such a sad work of
speechifying that I asked him whether it was in honour
of the Company that he _floundered_ so?"

CRABB ROBINSON, _Diary_.

Who knows if what Adam might speak
Was mono- or poly-syllabic;
Was Gothic, or Gaelic, or Greek,
Tartàric, Chinese, or Aràbic?
It may have been Sanskrit or Zend--
It must have been something or other;
But thus far I'll stoutly contend,--
It wasn't the tongue of his mother.

LORD NEAVES, _Songs and Verses_.

Men's natures are neither black nor white, but
_brown_.

CHARLES BUXTON, _Notes of Thought_.

Oh, Love's but a dance,
Where Time plays the fiddle!
See the couples advance,--
Oh, Love's but a dance!
A whisper, a glance,--
"Shall we twirl down the middle?"
Oh, Love's but a dance,
Where Time plays the fiddle!

AUSTIN DOBSON, _Proverbs in Porcelain_.

I met a man in Oregon who hadn't any teeth--not
a tooth in his head--yet that man could play on
the bass drum better than any man I ever met.