A wag, who "will be the death of us," says he bought a cake the other
evening:--"It is _thundering_ weight," observed the baker: "I hope it will
not _lighten_ before I get it home," was the equivocal reply.

Q.

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IMPROMPTU


On hearing a _Watchman_ cry the hour on Tuesday morning, September 29, the
last of his duty.

"Farewell! mine occupation's gone,"
He sung in "half-past five;"
Here ends his call, his beat is done,
How then can he survive.

TOM.

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