Charles Mathews, the comedian, was served by a green-grocer, named Berry, and generally settled his bill once a quarter. At one time the account was sent in before it was due, and Mathews, laboring under an idea that his credit was doubted, said, “Here’s a pretty _mull_, Berry. You have sent in your _bill_, Berry, before it is _due_, Berry. Your father, the _elder_ Berry, would not have been such a _goose_, Berry; but you need not look so _black_, Berry, for I don’t care a _straw_, Berry, and sha’n’t pay you till _Christmas_, Berry.” Sheridan, being dunned by a tailor to pay at least the interest on his bill, answered that it was not his interest to pay the principal, nor his principle to pay the interest. In the “Old India House” may still be seen a quarto volume of _Interest Tables_, on the fly-leaf of which is written, in Charles Lamb’s round, clerkly hand,— “A book of much interest.”—_Edinburgh Review._ “A work in which the interest never flags.”—_Quarterly Review._ “We may say of this volume, that the interest increases from the beginning to the end.”—_Monthly Review._ Turner, the painter, was at a dinner where several artists, amateurs, and literary men were convened. A poet, by way of being facetious, proposed as a toast, “_The Painters and Glaziers of England_.” The toast was drunk; and Turner, after returning thanks for it, proposed “_Success to the Paper-Stainers_,” and called on the poet to respond. SHORT ROAD TO WEALTH. I’ll tell you a plan for gaining wealth, Better than banking, trade, or leases; Take a bank-note and fold it across, And then you will find your money §IN-CREASES§! This wonderful plan, without danger or loss, Keeps your cash in your hands, and with nothing to trouble it; And every time that you fold it across, ’Tis plain as the light of the day that you §DOUBLE IT§! “I cannot move,” the plaintive invalid cries, “Nor sit, nor stand.”—If he says true, he _lies_. Dr. Johnson having freely expressed his aversion to punning, Boswell hinted that his illustrious friend’s dislike to this species of small wit might arise from his inability to play upon words. “Sir”, roared Johnson, “if I were punish-ed for every pun I shed, there would not be left a puny shed of my punnish head.” Once, by accident, he made a singular pun. A person who affected to live after the Greek manner, and to anoint himself with oil, was one day mentioned to him. Johnson, in the course of conversation on the singularity of his practice, gave him the denomination of _this man of Grease_.