The old tavern-keeper was astounded. He looked sedate and confused; but all to no purpose was his laborious thinking. The case was still a mystery. "Vell den," said he, at length, "I don't zee how it ish: I got de beersh--yaäs, I _got_ de beersh; but den, same times, I got no monish! Vell, you _keeps_ de grackers--und--gheese; but I don't want any more o' your gustoms. You can keeps away from my davern!" * * * * * Some years ago, at the Hartford (Conn.) Retreat for the Insane, under the excellent management of Doctor B----, a party used occasionally to be given, to which those who are called "sane" were also invited; and as they mingled together in conversation, promenading, dancing, &c., it was almost impossible for a stranger to tell "which was which." On one of these pleasant occasions a gentleman-visitor was "doing the agreeable" to one of the ladies, and inquired how long she had been in the Retreat. She told him; and he then went on to make inquiries concerning the institution, to which she rendered very intelligent answers; and when he asked her, "_How do you like the Doctor?_" she gave him such assurances of her high regard for the physician, that the stranger was entirely satisfied of the Doctor's high popularity among his patients, and he went away without being made aware that his partner was no other than _the Doctor's wife_! She tells the story herself, with great zest; and is very frequently asked by her friends, who know the circumstances, "how she likes the Doctor!" * * * * * A fine and quaint thought is this, of the venerable Archbishop Leighton: "Riches oftentimes, if nobody take them away, make to _themselves_ wings, and fly away; and truly, many a time the undue sparing of them is but letting their wings grow, which makes them ready to fly away; and the contributing a part of them to do good only clips their wings a little, and makes them stay the longer with their owner." This last consideration may perhaps be made "operative" with certain classes of the opulent. * * * * * Is not the following anecdote of the late King of the French not only somewhat characteristic, but indicative of a superior mind? Lord Brougham was dining with the King in the unceremonious manner in which he was wont to delight to withdraw himself from the trammels of state, and the conversation was carried on entirely as if between two equals. His Majesty (_inter alia_) remarked: "I am the only sovereign now in Europe fit to fill a throne." Lord Brougham, somewhat staggered by this piece of egotism, muttered out some trite compliments upon the great talent for government which his royal entertainer had always displayed, &c., when the King burst into a fit of laughter, and exclaimed: