A BAKER has invented a new kind of yeast. It makes bread so light that a _pound_ of it weighs only _twelve_ ounces. CCCLXX.--SOMETHING LIKE AN INSULT. THE late Judge C---- one day had occasion to examine a witness who stuttered very much in delivering his testimony. "I believe," said his lordship, "you are a very great rogue."--"Not so great a rogue as _you_ my lord,--t-t-t-take me to be." CCCLXXI.--ON CHARLES KEAN, THE ACTOR. AS Romeo, Kean, with awkward grace, On velvet rests, 'tis said; Ah! did he seek a softer place, He'd rest upon his head. CCCLXXII.--POLITICAL CORRUPTION. CURRAN, when opposed to Lord Clare, said that he reminded him of a chimney-sweep, who had raised himself by dark and dusky ways, and then called aloud to his neighbors to witness his _dirty_ elevation. CCCLXXIII.--A QUAKERLY OBJECTION. A QUAKER being asked his opinion of phrenology, replied indignantly, "Friend, there can be no good in a science that compels a man to _take off_ his hat!" CCCLXXIV.--A GOOD-HEARTED FELLOW. IN a valedictory address an editor wrote: "If we have offended any man in the short but brilliant course of our public career, let him send us a _new hat_, and we will then forget the past." A cool chap that! CCCLXXV.--EPIGRAM ON THE DEATH OF FOOTE. FOOTE, from his earthly stage, alas! is hurled, Death _took him off, who took off all_ the world. CCCLXXVI.--THE ANGRY OCEAN. "MOTHER, this book tells about the angry waves of the ocean. Now, what makes the ocean get angry?"--"Because it has been _crossed_ so often, my son." CCCLXXVII.--BREVITY. DR. ABERNETHY, the celebrated physician, was never more displeased than by hearing a patient detail a long account of troubles. A woman, knowing Abernethy's love of the laconic, having burned her hand, called at his house. Showing him her hand, she said, "A burn."--"A poultice," quietly answered the learned doctor. The next day she returned, and said, "Better."--"Continue the poultice," replied Dr. A. In a week she made her last call and her speech was lengthened to three words, "Well,--your fee?"--"Nothing," said the physician; "you are the most sensible woman I ever saw." CCCLXXVIII.--EPIGRAM. IF L--d--d--y has a grain of sense, He can be only half a lord 'tis clear; For from the fact we draw the inference, He's that which never has been made _a peer_. CCCLXXIX.--A BROAD-BRIM HINT. A QUAKER said to a gunner, "Friend, I counsel no bloodshed; but if it be thy design _to hit_ the little man in the blue jacket, point thine engine three inches lower." CCCLXXX.--AN ORDER FOR TWO.