A PHYSICIAN passing by a stone-mason's shop bawled out, "Good morning, Mr. D.! Hard at work, I see. You finish your gravestones as far as 'In the memory of,' and then wait, I suppose, to see who wants a monument next?"--"Why, yes," replied the old man, "unless somebody's sick, and _you_ are doctoring him; then I _keep right on_." CCCXC.--NOMINAL RHYMES. THE COURT OF ALDERMEN AT FISHMONGERS' HALL. IS that dace or perch? Said Alderman Birch; I take it for herring, Said Alderman Perring. This jack's very good, Said Alderman Wood; But its bones might a man slay, Said Alderman Ansley. I'll butter what I get, Said Alderman Heygate. Give me some stewed carp, Said Alderman Thorp; The roe's dry as pith, Said Alder_men_ Smith. Don't cut so far down, Said Alderman Brown; But nearer the fin, Said Alderman Glyn. I've finished, i'faith, man, Said Alderman Waithman: And I too, i'fatkins, Said Alderman Atkins. They've crimped this cod drolly, Said Alderman Scholey; 'T is bruised at the ridges, Said Alderman Brydges. Was it caught in a drag? Nay, Said Alderman Magnay. 'T was brought by two men, Said Alderman Ven- ables: Yes, in a box, Said Alderman Cox. They care not how _fur 'tis_, Said Alderman Curtis; From air kept, and from sun, Said Alderman Thompson; Packed neatly in straw, Said Alderman Shaw: In ice got from Gunter, Said Alderman Hunter. This ketchup is sour, Said Alderman Flower; Then steep it in claret, Said Alderman Garret. CCCXCI.--A BROAD HINT. CHARLES II. playing at tennis with a dean, who struck the ball well, the king said, "That's a good stroke for a _dean_."--"I'll give it the stroke of a _bishop_ if your Majesty pleases," was the suggestive rejoinder. CCCXCII.--VAILS TO SERVANTS. TO such a height had arrived the custom of giving vails, or visiting-fees, to servants, in 1762, that Jonas Hanway published upon the subject eight letters to the Duke of N----, supposed to be the Duke of Newcastle. Sir Thomas Waldo related to Hanway, that, on leaving the house of the Duke alluded to, after having feed a train of other servants, he (Sir Thomas) put a crown into the hand of the cook, who returned it, saying, "Sir, I do not take _silver_."--"Don't you, indeed!" said the baronet, putting it into his pocket; "then _I do_." CCCXCIII.--QUITE TRUE. AVARICE is criminal poverty. CCCXCIV.--CONGRATULATION TO ONE WHO CURLED HIS HAIR. "I'm very glad," to E--b--h said His brother exquisite, Macassar Draper, "That 'tis the outer product of your head, And not the _inner_, you _commit to paper_!" CCCXCV.--THE POLITE SCHOLAR.