IF truth, perspicuity, wit, gravity, and every property pertaining to the ancient or modern epitaph, may be expected united in one single epitaph, it is in one made for Burbadge, the tragedian, in the days of Shakespeare,--the following being the whole,--_Exit Burbadge_. Jerrold, perhaps, trumped this by his anticipatory epitaph on that excellent man and distinguished historian, Charles Knight,--"Good Knight." MCXLII.--NATIONAL PREJUDICE. FOOTE being told of the appointment of a Scotch nobleman, said, "The Irish, sir, take us _all in_, and the Scotch turn us _all out_." MCXLIII.--GRANDILOQUENCE. A BOASTING fellow was asked, "Pray, sir, what may your business be?"--"O," replied the boaster, "I am but a cork-cutter: but then it is in a _very_ large way!"--"Indeed!" replied the other; "then I presume you are a cutter of _bungs_?" MCXLIV.--THE LETTER C. CURIOUS coincidences respecting the letter C, as connected with the Princess Charlotte, daughter of George IV.:--Her mother's name was Caroline, her own name was Charlotte; that of her consort Cobourg; she was married at Carlton House; her town residence was at Camelford House, the late owner of which, Lord Camelford, was untimely killed in a duel; her country residence Claremont, not long ago the property of Lord Clive, who ended his days by suicide; she died in Childbed, the name of her accoucheur being Croft. MCXLV.--PRACTICAL RETORT. IN a country theatre there were only seven persons in the house one night. The pit took offence at the miserable acting of a performer, and hissed him energetically; whereupon the manager brought his company on the stage, and _out-hissed_ the visitors. MCXLVI.--AN AGREEABLE PRACTICE. DR. GARTH (so he is called in the manuscript), who was one of the Kit-Kat Club, coming there one night, declared he must soon be gone, having many patients to attend; but some good wine being produced he forgot them. When Sir Richard Steele reminded him of his patients, Garth immediately said, "It's no great matter whether I see them to-night or not; for nine of them have such _bad_ constitutions that all the physicians in the world can't save them, and the other six have so _good_ constitutions that all the physicians in the world can't kill them." MCXLVII.--A REASON FOR RUNNING AWAY. OWEN MOORE has run away, Owing more than he can pay. MCXLVIII.--LEGAL EXTRAVAGANCE. "HURRAH! Hurrah!" cried a young lawyer, who had succeeded to his father's practice, "I've settled that old chancery suit at last."--"_Settled it_!" cried the astonished parent, "why I gave you that as _an annuity_ for your life." MCXLIX.--A CLAIM ON THE COUNTRY. "AS you do not belong to my parish," said a clergyman to a begging sailor, with a wooden leg, "you cannot expect that I should relieve you."--"Sir," said the sailor, with a noble air, "I lost my leg fighting for _all parishes_." MCL.--PLAIN SPEAKING.