WINE SHARPENS THE WIT. A gentleman went to see his son at Westminster school, under the great Dr. Busby. When they were in discourse, over a bottle of wine, the doctor sent for the boy. “Come,” says he, “young man, as your father is here, take a glass of wine;” and quoted this Latin sentence,--_Paucum vini acuit ingenium_ (a little wine sharpens the wit.) The lad replied, “_Sed plus vini, plus ingenii!_” (the more wine, the more wit!) “Hold, young man,” replied the doctor, “though you argue on mathematical principles, you shall have but one glass!” WEST INDIAN AND NEGRO. A West Indian, who had a remarkably _fiery nose_, having fallen asleep in his chair, a negro boy, who was in waiting, observed a mosquito hovering round his face. Quashi eyed the insect very attentively; at last he saw him alight on his master’s nose, and immediately fly off. “Ah,” exclaimed the negro, “me d--n glad see you burn your foot!” AN OUTLINE. When the Duke de Choiseul, who was a remarkably meagre-looking man, came to London for the purpose of negotiating a peace, Charles Townshend, being asked whether the French government had sent the preliminaries of a treaty, answered, “He did not know, but they had sent the outline of an ambassador.” BACON. A malefactor of the name of Hogg, under sentence of death, petitioned Lord Chancellor Bacon for a reprieve, claiming a relationship. His lordship said, he could not possibly be _bacon_ till he had first been _hung_. DR. BENTLEY. When the great Bentley, afterwards so distinguished, was examined for deacon’s orders, he expected that the bishop would himself examine him; and his displeasure at what he considered neglect he vented in such answers as the following:-- _Chaplain._ Quid est fides? _Bentley._ Quod non vides. _C._ Quid est spes? _B._ Quid non habes. _C._ Quid est charitas? _B._ Maxima raritas. This is said to have been enough to satisfy the chaplain, who took the rhymer to the bishop. STRIKING LIKENESS. Some years ago, a then itinerant portrait painter, whose reputation has since risen much above the point it at that time occupied, being employed to delineate the features of a musician of some eminence, who had taken up his temporary quarters at a watering place, the son of harmony was dissatisfied with the resemblance, and expressed his disapprobation rather strongly. “Who is that like, my dear?” asked the mortified artist of a fine little boy, the eldest hope of his employer. “Papa!” said the child. “So it is, my darling. You see, sir, your son is a better judge of a likeness than yourself. And where is it like papa, my dear?” “It’s very like papa _about the fiddle_!” was the answer. It is unnecessary to add, that no more questions were asked of the juvenile connoisseur. ENDS OF JUSTICE.