SHELLEY styles his new poem, "_Prometheus Unbound_," And 'tis like to remain so while time circles round; For surely an age would be spent in the finding A reader so weak as to _pay for the binding_. MLVII.--WRITING TREASON. HORNE TOOKE, on being asked by a foreigner of distinction how much treason an Englishman might venture to write without being hanged, replied, that "he could not inform him just yet, but that he was _trying_." MLVIII.--A GRACEFUL ILLUSTRATION. THE resemblance between the sandal tree, imparting (while it falls) its aromatic flavor to the edge of the axe, and the benevolent man rewarding evil with good, would be witty, did it not excite virtuous emotions.--S.S. MLIX.--IMPROMPTU. _On an apple being thrown at Mr. Cooke, whilst playing Sir Pertinax Mac Sycophant._ SOME envious Scot, you say, the apple threw, Because the character was drawn too true; It can't be so, for all must know "right weel" That a true Scot had only thrown the peel. MLX.--IN THE BACKGROUND. AN Irishman once ordered a painter to draw his picture, and to represent him _standing behind a tree_. MLXI.--IN WANT OF A HUSBAND. A YOUNG lady was told by a married lady, that she had better precipitate herself from off the rocks of the Passaic falls into the basin beneath than _marry_. The young lady replied, "I would, if I thought I should find a _husband_ at the bottom." MLXII.--THREE ENDS TO A ROPE. A LAD applied to the captain of a vessel for a berth; the captain, wishing to intimidate him, handed him a piece of rope, and said, "If you want to make a good sailor, you must make three ends to the rope."--"I can do it," he readily replied; "here is one, and here is another,--that makes two. Now, here's the _third_," and he threw it overboard. MLXIII.--THE REASON WHY. FOOTE was once asked, why learned men are to be found in rich men's houses, and rich men never to be seen in those of the learned. "Why," said he, "the _first_ know what they want, but the _latter_ do not." MLXIV.--PERSONALITIES OF GARRICK AND QUIN. WHEN Quin and Garrick performed at the same theatre, and in the same play, one night, being very stormy, each ordered a chair. To the mortification of Quin, Garrick's chair came up first. "Let me get into the chair," cried the surly veteran, "let me get into the chair, and put little Davy into the lantern."--"By all means," rejoined Garrick, "I shall ever be happy _to enlighten_ Mr. Quin in anything." MLXV.--BARK AND BITE. LORD CLARE, who was much opposed to Curran, one day brought a Newfoundland dog upon the bench, and during Curran's speech turned himself aside and caressed the animal. Curran stopped. "Go on, go on, Mr. Curran," said Lord Clare. "O, I beg a thousand pardons," was the rejoinder; "I really thought your lordship was employed in _consultation_." MLXVI.--A PRESSING REASON.