A snapper up of unconsidered trifles.

SHAKSPEARE.

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Lord Sundon was one of the commissioners of the treasury in the reign of George II.  The celebrated Bob Doddington was a colleague of the noble lord, and was always complaining of his slowness of comprehension.  One day that lord Sundon laughed at something which Doddington had said, Winnington, another member of the board, said to him, in a whisper, “You are very ungrateful:  you see lord Sundon takes your joke.”  “No, no,” replied Doddington, “he is laughing now at what I said last board day.”—­Monthly Mag.

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STINGING MISTAKE.

A certain person, who shall be nameless, filled the situation of Plumian Professor of Astronomy at Oxford.  He was a great stickler for decorum, and all due respect to his office.  One day he received a letter by the post, directed to himself, as the Plumbian Professor.  He shook with indignation.  What an insult! Plumbian professor!  Leaden professor!  Was it meant to insinuate that there was any thing of a leaden quality in his lectures or writings!  While thus irate, a friend of the professor happened to drop in.  He showed him the letter, and expatiated upon the indignity of the superscription.  His friend endeavoured to convince him that it must be merely a slip of the pen.  In vain.  The professor would not be pacified.  “Well,” said his friend, “at any rate, it is evident the b has stung you.”—­Ibid.

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An Irish barrister had the failing of Goldsmith, in an eminent degree:  that of believing he could do every thing better than any other person.  This propensity exhibited itself ludicrously enough on one occasion, when a violent influenza prevailed in Dublin.  A friend who happened to meet him, mentioned a particular acquaintance, and observed that he had had the influenza very bad.  “Bad!” exclaimed the other, “I don’t know how bad he has had it, but I am sure I have had it quite as bad as he, or any one else.”—­“Not quite, I think,” replied his friend, “for poor Mr. Gillicuddy is dead.”—­“Well,” rejoined our tenacious optimist, “and what of that? I could have died too, if I had liked it.”—­Ibid.

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