"Being grateful," says Paget,
"I'd ask you to lunch;
But just, Sir John, tell me.
Did you call me PUNCH?"

"In wit, PUNCH is equalled,"
Says Pollen, "by few;
In naming him, therefore,
I couldn't mean you,"

"Thanks! thanks! To bear malice,"
Save Paget, "I'm loath;
Two answers I've got, and I'm
Charm'd with them both."

* * * * *


EPIGRAMS.

1.--THE CAUSE.

Lisette has lost her wanton wiles--
What secret care consumes her youth,
And circumscribes her smiles?--
_A spec on a front tooth!_


2.--PRIDE.