CHARLES LAMB sitting next some chattering woman at dinner, observing he didn't attend to her, "You don't seem," said the lady, "to be at all the better for what I am saying to you!"--"No, ma'am," he answered, "but this gentleman on the other side of me must, for it all came in at _one ear_ and went out at _the other_!" CDXXIII.--WILKIE'S SIMPLICITY. ON the birth of a friend's son (now a well-known novelist), Sir David Wilkie was requested to become one of the sponsors for his child. Sir David, whose studies of human nature extended to everything but infant human nature, had evidently been refreshing his boyish recollections of puppies and kittens; for, after looking intently into the child's eyes, as it was held up for his inspection, he exclaimed to the father, with serious astonishment and satisfaction, "He _sees_!" CDXXIV.--RINGING THE CHANGES. AT a tavern one night, Messrs. _More_, _Strange_, and _Wright_ Met to drink, and good thoughts to exchange: Says More, "Of us three, The whole town will agree, There is only one knave, and that's _Strange_." "Yes," says Strange (rather sore), "I'm sure there's one _More_, A most terrible knave and a bite, Who cheated his mother, His sister and brother."-- "O yes," replied More, "that is _Wright_." CDXXV.--KNOWING HIS MAN. A MAN was brought before Lord Mansfield, charged with stealing a silver ladle, and the counsel for the crown was rather severe upon the prisoner for being an attorney. "Come, come," said his lordship, "don't exaggerate matters; if the fellow had been an _attorney_, he would have _stolen the bowl_ as well as the ladle." CDXXVI.--A SMALL GLASS. THE manager of a Scotch theatre, at which F.G. Cooke was playing _Macbeth_, seeing him greatly exhausted towards the close of the performance, offered him some whiskey in a very small thistle-glass, saying at the same time, by way of encouragement, "Take that, Mr. Cooke; take that, sir; it is the real mountain dew; that will never hurt you, sir!"--"_Not if it was vitriol_!" was the rejoinder. CDXXVII.--DOMESTIC ECONOMY. THE following bill of fare (which consists of a dish of fish, a joint of meat, a couple of fowls, vegetables, and a pudding, being in all seven dishes for sevenpence!) had its rise in an invitation which a _young_ lady of forty-seven sent to her lover to dine with her on Christmas Day. To unite taste and economy is no easy thing; but to show her lover she had learned that difficult art, she gave him the following dinner:--