The Scarlet-Runner, which is the vegetable emblem for a file, was hidden in the heel of a boot, and the Cow Cabbage, which is the beautiful synonym for a rope, smuggled in to the poor prisoner through a large German sausage, of which he was passionately fond. He escaped that very night, and repaid with the affection of a whole life the devotion of his attached "Marrowfat," that is to say his wife; we do not give a translation of these memorable letters, as we wish our readers to refer to the Language of Vegetables itself; for we feel it is so fascinating a science that when once they go into it, they will not leave a single vegetable unturned till they have got to the root of every word. IF, !!!AND??? If marriages are made in heaven, what a pity the happy pair should leave the place directly, upon a mere matter of ceremony! If thou stoodest outside the door, thy hand upon the handle, hast thou ever paused to arrange thy curls, and to pull up thy collar, and to inspect first thy wristbands, and then thy boots? If so, thou hast loved, ay, and madly too. If a good name were purchasable, how few would avail themselves of the luxury if they had to pay ready money for it! If there is really "luck in odd numbers," we can account for the curious fact of so many ladies stopping half of their lives at the age of thirty-nine. If two is company, and three is none, what a very melancholy time old Cerberus must have of it! If "distance lends enchantment to the view," then the British Drama ought to hold out to speculators the most enchanting views in the world, for never were its prospects so distant as at the present moment. If Napoleon had won the battle of Waterloo, Gomersal must have died comparatively unknown. If man and wife had a plate glass to their hearts, how long would they remain together? If soda-water had only been known in the time of Alexander, it is but fair to conclude that the murder of Clytus never would have taken place. If England were to be divided to-morrow morning equally among all its inhabitants, we should not like to be the man whose dismal lot for life turned out to be Trafalgar Square! If Janus really had two faces, we deeply pity him, if he ever drank a tumbler of Vauxhall punch, for he must have had the following morning two headaches instead of one! If animals could speak, we can imagine the first words a donkey would address to man would be "_Et tu brute_."