_3d D._ I never read a page in it, nor ever intend it. _2d D._ Ferne is of a quite different notion, as I hear. _1st D._ It may be a pleurisy; a vomit is very proper for a man at his age. _2d D._ Ure par donat præsanti des ire; His dis eas is a cata ride clare it. _3d D._ Atlas tume findit as tone in his quid ni es. _4th D._ Itis ale pro si fora uti se. Ab lis ter me bene cessa risum de cens. Itis as ure medi in manicas es. _3d D._ I findit isto late tot hinc offa reme di; fori here his honor is de ad. _2d D._ His ti meis cum. _1st D._ Is it trudo ut hinc? _4th D._ It is veri certa in. His Paris his belli sto ringo ut foris de partu re. _3d D._ Næ i fis ecce lens is de ad lætus en dum apri esto præ foris sole. _2d D._ Your pardon at present I desire. His disease is a catarrh, I declare it. _3d D._ At last you may find it a stone in his kidneys. _4th D._ It is a leprosy for aught I see. A blister may be necessary some days hence. It is a sure remedy in many cases. _3d D._ I find it is too late to think of a remedy; for I hear his honor is dead. _2d D._ His time is come. _1st D._ Is it true, do you think? _4th D._ It is very certain. His parish bell is to ring out for his departure. _3d D._ Nay, if his excellency’s dead, let us send ’em a priest to pray for his soul. UNCONSCIOUS OR UNINTENTIONAL PUNS. Elizabeth’s _sylvan dress_ was therefore well suited at once to her height and to the dignity of her mein, which her conscious rank and _long habits_ of authority had rendered in some degree too masculine to be seen to the best advantage in ordinary _female weeds_.—_Kenilworth_, iii. 9. I’ll _gild_ the faces of the grooms withal That it may seem their _guilt_.—_Macbeth._ While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show their sunny backs And _twit_ me with the spring.—_Song of the Shirt._ RUSSIAN DOUBLE ENTENDRE. The following message was sent to the Emperor Nicholas by one of his generals:— Voliā Vāschā, ā Varschāvoo vsi’at nemogoo. { Volia is yours, } } but Warsaw I cannot take. { Your will is all-powerful, } CLASSICAL PUNS AND MOTTOES. Sydney Smith proposed as a motto for Bishop Burgess, brother to the well-known fish-sauce purveyor, the following Virgilian pun (Æn. iv. 1),— _Gravi_ jamdudum _saucia_ curâ. A London tobacconist, who had become wealthy, and determined to set up his carriage, applied to a learned gentleman for a motto. The scholar gave him the Horatian question,— QUID RIDES? (Why do you laugh?—_Sat. I._ 69)— which was accordingly adopted, and painted on the panel. * * * * *