“Does anyone know who he is?” inquired the coachman, but there was no answer. “Maybe the gemman has a card or summut,” said the gentleman from the inside. “Is there no house near?” inquired the lady. “For to get a shutter off on,” added the gentleman. “Ought we not to procure a postchaise,” inquired a gentleman’s footman. “Or a shell, in case,” suggested the man from the dicky. “Shell be hanged!” said the sufferer, in a tone that made us all jump a yard backward. “Stick me up agin the milestun--there, easy does it--that’s comfortable--and now tell me, and no nonsense,--be I flat?” “A little pancakey,” said the man with the cigar. “I say,” repeated the sufferer, with some earnestness, “be I flat--quite flat--as flat like as a sheet of paper? Yes or no?” “No, no, no,” burst from sixteen voices at once, and the assurance seemed to take as great a load off his mind as had lately passed over his body. By an effort he contrived to get up and sit upon the milestone, from which he waved us a good-bye, accompanied by the following words:-- “Gentlefolk, my best thanks and my sarvice to you, and a pleasant journey. Don’t consarn yourselves about me, for there’s nothing dangerous. I shall do well, I know I shall; and I’ll tell you what I’ll go upon--if I bean’t flat I shall get round.” JOHNSONIANA. “None despise puns but those who cannot make them.”--SWIFT. _To the Editor of the Comic Annual._ SIR, As I am but an occasional reader in the temporary indulgence of intellectual relaxation, I have but recently become cognizant of the metropolitan publication of Mr. Murray’s Mr. Croker’s Mr. Boswell’s Dr. Johnson: a circumstance the more to be deprecated, for if I had been simultaneously aware of that amalgamation of miscellaneous memoranda I could have contributed a personal quota of characteristic colloquial anecdotes to the biographical reminiscences of the multitudinous lexicographer, which although founded on the basis of indubitable veracity, has never transpired among the multifarious effusions of that stupendous complication of mechanical ingenuity, which, according to the technicalities in usage in our modern nomenclature, has obtained the universal cognomen of the press. Expediency imperiously dictates that the nominal identity of the hereditary kinsman, from whom I derive my authoritative responsibility, shall be inviolable and umbrageously obscured; but in future variorum editions his voluntary addenda to the already inestimable concatenation of circumstantial particularisation might typographically be discriminated from the literary accumulations of the indefatigable Boswell and the vivacious Piozzi, by the significant classification of Boz, Poz, and Coz.