It is told of Lord Muskery, that when on his death-bed, in reviewing his past life, he said, “that he had nothing to reproach himself with, having never through life denied himself any thing.” CHEAP LIVING. A man of respectable appearance made a boast of how his eating cost him almost nothing. “On Sunday,” said he, “I always dine with an old friend, and then eat so much that it lasts until Wednesday, when I buy some tripe, which I hate like the devil, and which makes me so sick that I can eat nothing more till Sunday again.” DUTCH POLITENESS. A Dutch commercial house in writing to their correspondents in London, concluded their letter as follows:--“Sugars are falling more and more every day; not so the respect and esteem with which we are, &c., &c.” SMITH THE NABOB. General Smith, the celebrated Nabob, formed one of a shooting party. During luncheon he enlarged on his want of success, and as an excuse for his bad shooting alleged that he had “spoilt his hand by shooting pea-cocks with the Great Mogul.” On another occasion having invited a large number of friends to his country seat, he had to write putting off the engagement saying, “I find my damned fellow of a steward has, in the meantime, sold the estate.” LORD KENYON’S PARSIMONY. Some one remarking on the inaccuracy of the inscription on Lord Kenyon’s tomb, _Mors janna vita_, in the hearing of Lord Ellenborough, the latter remarked that _that_ had been done by Lord Kenyon’s express desire, as he left it in his will that they should not go to the expense of a diphthong. MISTAKEN. An old gentleman having fallen sound asleep at the fireside was awakened suddenly by the clatter of the fire-irons all tumbling down, and immediately exclaimed, “What! going to bed without one kiss,” thinking it was the children. THE POOR AUTHOR AND HIS PUBLISHER. A poor author received an account from his publisher among the items of which was, “Cellarage, £3 10_s._ 6_d._” He naturally concluded that this was a charge for the trouble of selling the 700 copies which formed the edition, but on further enquiry learned that it was the charge for _cellar_-room, as not a copy had stirred from thence. DONELLY, THE CHAMPION. Donelly, the famous Irish champion, had a great fight on at the Curragh. Miss Kelly, a young lady of fine behaviour, had followed him thither, and had wagered her gold watch and chain and her coach and four that he would win. At one time Donelly was getting the worst of it when she exclaimed, “Oh, Donelly, would you have me go back on foot and not know the hour?” on which he rallied and won. NOVEL WAY TO AVOID PAYING A DEBT.