What is your favourite...

Colour?—­Anything but dun.

Tree?—­Any that bears forbidden fruit.

Hour in the Day?—­The leisure hour.

Perfume?—­Cent, per cent.

Style of Beauty?—­The Subscriber’s.

Names, Male and Female?—­M’aimez (Maimie) for a female, and Tacus and
Marius for males.

Painters?—­Sign-painters.

Poet?—­Robert Browning, when he has a lucid interval.

Poetess?—­Timothy Titcomb.

Prose Author?—­Noah Webster, LL.D.

Characters in Romance?—­The Napoleon Family.

In History?—­King Herod.

Book to take up for an hour?—­Rothschild’s pocket-book.

If not yourself, who would you rather be?—­The Wandering Jew, with a nice annuity.

What is your idea of happiness?—­Finding the buttons all on.

Your idea of Misery?—­Breaking an egg in your pocket.

What is your bete noire?—­(What is my which?)

What do you most dread?—­Exposure.

What do you believe to be your Distinguishing Characteristic?—­Hunger.

What is the Sublimest Passion of which human nature is capable?—­Loving your sweetheart’s enemies.

What are the Sweetest Words in the world?—­“Not Guilty.”

What is your Aim in Life?—­To endeavour to be absent when my time comes.

What is your Motto?—­Be virtuous, and you will be eccentric.

ANGLING CHEER
[Sidenote:  Izaak Walton]

Let me tell you, Scholar, that Diogenes walked on a day, with his friend, to see a country fair; where he saw ribbons, and looking-glasses, and nut-crackers, and fiddles, and hobby-horses, and many other gimcracks; and, having observed them, and all the other finnimbruns that make a complete country-fair, he said to his friend, “Lord, how many things are there in this world of which Diogenes hath no need!” And truly it is so, or might be so, with very many who vex and toil themselves to get what they have no need of.  Can any man charge God, that he hath not given him enough to make his life happy?  No, doubtless; for nature is content with a little.  And yet you shall hardly meet with a man that complains not of some want; though he, indeed, wants nothing but his will; it may be, nothing but his will of his poor neighbour, for not worshipping, or not flattering him:  and thus, when we might be happy and quiet, we create trouble to ourselves.  I have heard of a man that was angry with himself because he was no taller; and of a woman that broke her looking-glass because it would not show her face to be as young and handsome as her next neighbour’s was.  And I knew another to whom God had given health and plenty; but a wife that nature had made peevish, and her husband’s riches had made purse-proud; and must, because she was rich, and for no other virtue, sit in the highest pew in the church; which being denied her, she engaged