By Myself Walking, To Myself Talking.

We Were Happier When We Were Poorer, But We Were Also Younger.

Returning To Town In The Stage-coach, Which Was Filled With Mr. Gilman's Guests, We Stopped For A Minute Or Two At Kentish Town. A Woman Asked The Coachman, "are You Full Inside?" Upon Which Lamb Put His Head Through The Window And Said, "i Am Quite Full Inside; That Last Piece Of Pudding At Mr. Gilman's Did The Business For Me."

It Is Good To Have Friends At Court.

We Are Ashamed At The Sight Of A Monkey--somehow As We Are Shy Of Poor Relations.

To Be Sick Is To Enjoy Monarchical Prerogatives.