I then went to bed. I come of a very clever fam'ly.

Artemus Ward.

5.6. THE TOWER OF LONDON.

MR. PUNCH, My dear Sir,--I skurcely need inform you that your
excellent Tower is very pop'lar with peple from the agricultooral
districks, and it was chiefly them class which I found waitin at
the gates the other mornin.

I saw at once that the Tower was established on a firm basis. In
the entire history of firm basisis I don't find a basis more
firmer than this one.

"You have no Tower in America?" said a man in the crowd, who had
somehow detected my denomination.

"Alars! no," I ansered; "we boste of our enterprise and
improvements, and yit we are devoid of a Tower. America, oh my
onhappy country! thou hast not got no Tower! It's a sweet Boon."

The gates was opened after awhile, and we all purchist tickets
and went into a waitin-room.

"My frens," said a pale-faced little man, in black close, "this
is a sad day."

"Inasmuch as to how?" I said.