One morning, after a tempestuous night, during which several trees were rooted up, Dr. Vince, at Cambridge, met a friend, who said, “Good morning, doctor; a terrible wind this!” “Yes, sir,” replied the doctor, smiling; “quite a _mathematical wind_, for I see it has _extracted several roots_!” BON MOT OF GEORGE IV. The king, when Prince of Wales, attending Lewes races one day, when a drenching rain kept away the greater part of the expected attendants, on its being observed how few of the nobility had been upon the course, “I beg pardon,” said the prince; “I think I saw a very handsome _sprinkling_ of the nobility.” WELSH GENTILITY. When James I. was on the road near Chester, he was met by such numbers of the Welsh, who came out of curiosity to see him, that the weather being dry and the roads dusty, he was nearly suffocated. He was completely at a loss in what manner to rid himself of them civilly; at last one of his attendants, putting his head out of the coach, said, “It is his majesty’s pleasure that those who are the best gentlemen shall ride forwards.” Away scampered the Welsh, and but one solitary man was left behind. “And so, sir,” says the king to him, “you are not a gentleman, then?” “O yes, and please your majesty, hur is as good a shentleman as the rest; but hur ceffyl (horse), God help hur, is not so good.” YOUR BIRTH. We often laugh at our neighbours’ mistakes; they might have smiled at our own, had they overheard a passenger in one of our steam packets, who wished to inform a French lady on board that her “berth was ready,” make the communication as follows:--“Madame _votre_ NAISSANCE _est arrangée_.” SIR CHARLES WETHERELL. This distinguished member of the House of Commons has too much of the free-born Englishman about him to submit to the thraldom of braces. A certain high officer in the House is said to have remarked, that during the whole course of his speech he observed but one lucid interval. “And which was that?” inquired Mr. P----. “The space,” replied the former, “between his waistcoat and the waistband of his trousers.” “You jest,” replied Mr. P----, “and should rather say, if you noted the hue of his under garment that it was _darkness visible_.” TAXES. Some _profound_ financiers tell us, that it is of no consequence to us how much we are taxed, because the taxes raised are not thrown away, but spent among us. We might as well tell the housewife, that when her fagot is burned it is not _wasted_; it is merely decomposed and sent into the atmosphere, and that it will return in some _shape or other_: both stories are very philosophical; but the old lady would tell you that she could not replace her fagot without putting her hand into her pocket. UNEXPECTED INTERPRETATION.