“How changeable the wind is!” said an old lady. “It
is the changeablest thing I ever did see. When I, went up Washington Street,
it was blowin’ in my face; and when I turned to go down, don’t
you think it went blowin’ right on my…
Child and Mother
CHILD: “And you won’t give me a penny, mamma? Yet you always say
you love me.”
MOTHER: “When you are older, dear, you will understand better
how much I love you.”
Child (Disparagingly): “If you loved me so much, mamma, why didn’t
you marry the sweet-shop man
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A “fast” man undertook the task of teazing an eccentric preacher.
“Do you believe,” he said, “in the story of the prodigal
son and the fattened calf?” “Yes,” said the preacher.
“Well, then, was it a male or female calf that was killed?”
“A female,” promptly replied the divine. “How do you
know that?” “Because (looking the interrogator steadily in
the face) I see the make is alive now.
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inquired a magazine agent. “I guess not – household words
have played the dickens with me long enough.
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& 1859. For further reading vist Household
Words & Victorian
DISTANCE AGAINST TIME
. – “Gentlemen,” said an old Yorkshire
horse-dealer, as he examined the points of a horse, “I don’t
see but one reason why that mare can’t trot her mile in three minutes.”
Everybody gathered round to hear this oracular opinion; and one inquired
“What is it?” – “Why,” replied the old gentleman,
“the distance is too great for so short a time.
A Foxy Lady
A LADY asked a minister whether a person might not be fond of dress and
ornament without being proud. “Madam,” said the minister,
“when you see a fox’s tail peeping out of the hole, you may
be sure the fox is within.
Husband and Wife
“Husband, I don’t know where that boy got his bad temper;
I am sure not from me.” – “No, my dear, for I don’t
find that you have lost any.
“That motion is out of order,” remarked the chairman of a
political meeting to a rowdy who was raising his arm to throw a rotten
egg at him.
…. BOILING A TEA-KETTLE. – Which is the most trying to a woman
– a green-horn of a servant girl, or a stove that “won’t
draw” the day she expects company?
Mrs. Jones hired, the other day, a Miss McDermott, just from Cork. Miss
McDermott was ordered to “Boil the tea-kettle.”
“An’ do you mane* that?”
“Certainly. If I did not I would not have ordered you to do it –
and be quick about it.”
Miss McDermott obeyed orders. In about a half hour afterwards
Mrs. Jones resumed the conversation.
“Where’s the kettle, Bridget?”
“In the dinner-pot, marm?”
“In the what?”
“In the dinner-pot. You told be to boil it, and I’ve had a
scald on it for nearly an hour.”
Mrs. Jones could hear no more. She had a rush of blood to the head, and
went into a swoon. The last we saw of her she was being carried up stairs
in an arm-chair.
*mane = mean
Gentleman and no Gentleman
. The late Vicar of Sheffield,
the Rev. Dr. Lutton, once said to the late Mr. Peech, veterinary surgeon:
“Mr. Peech, how is it that you have not called upon me for your
“O,” said Mr. Peech, “I never ask a gentleman for money.”
“Indeed,” said the vicar; “then how do you get on if
he don’t pay?”
“Why,” replied Mr. Peech. “after a certain time I conclude
that he is not a gentleman, and then I ask him!”
Get Aboard the steamboat
are you doing with the lumber?” cried a steamboat captain to an
Irishman, who was staggering towards the boat, beneath the weight of
a huge plank, just as the bell was ringing for the last time. “What
am I doing – sure, wasn’t it yerself as said, all ye’s
as is going “get a board”, and isn’t this an illegant
one intirely?” said the Hibernian triumphantly, amid the laughter
of the spectators. The captain gave him his “board” and
passage that trip.
If wisdom’s ways you wisely seek,
Five things observe with care: -
Of whom you speak – to whom you speak,
And how – and when – and where.
A preacher stopped short in the pulpit: it was in vain
that he scratched his head – nothing would come out. “My friends,”
said he, as he walked quietly down the pulpit stairs – “my
friends, I pity you; for you have lost a fine discourse.”
WELL AND SIMPLY SAID
. Shelton, in one of his sermons, says: - “An
upright is always easier than a recumbent posture, because it is more
natural, and one part is better supported by another; so it is easier
to be an honest man than a knave. It is also more graceful.”