A bold diddle is this.  A camp-meeting, or something similar, is to be held at a certain spot which is accessible only by means of a free bridge.  A diddler stations himself upon this bridge, respectfully informs all passers by of the new county law, which establishes a toll of one cent for foot passengers, two for horses and donkeys, and so forth, and so forth.  Some grumble but all submit, and the diddler goes home a wealthier man by some fifty or sixty dollars well earned.  This taking a toll from a great crowd of people is an excessively troublesome thing.

A neat diddle is this.  A friend holds one of the diddler’s promises to pay, filled up and signed in due form, upon the ordinary blanks printed in red ink.  The diddler purchases one or two dozen of these blanks, and every day dips one of them in his soup, makes his dog jump for it, and finally gives it to him as a bonne bouche.  The note arriving at maturity, the diddler, with the diddler’s dog, calls upon the friend, and the promise to pay is made the topic of discussion.  The friend produces it from his escritoire, and is in the act of reaching it to the diddler, when up jumps the diddler’s dog and devours it forthwith.  The diddler is not only surprised but vexed and incensed at the absurd behavior of his dog, and expresses his entire readiness to cancel the obligation at any moment when the evidence of the obligation shall be forthcoming.

A very mean diddle is this.  A lady is insulted in the street by a diddler’s accomplice.  The diddler himself flies to her assistance, and, giving his friend a comfortable thrashing, insists upon attending the lady to her own door.  He bows, with his hand upon his heart, and most respectfully bids her adieu.  She entreats him, as her deliverer, to walk in and be introduced to her big brother and her papa.  With a sigh, he declines to do so.  “Is there no way, then, sir,” she murmurs, “in which I may be permitted to testify my gratitude?”

“Why, yes, madam, there is.  Will you be kind enough to lend me a couple of shillings?”

In the first excitement of the moment the lady decides upon fainting outright.  Upon second thought, however, she opens her purse-strings and delivers the specie.  Now this, I say, is a diddle minute —­ for one entire moiety of the sum borrowed has to be paid to the gentleman who had the trouble of performing the insult, and who had then to stand still and be thrashed for performing it.

Rather a small but still a scientific diddle is this.  The diddler approaches the bar of a tavern, and demands a couple of twists of tobacco.  These are handed to him, when, having slightly examined them, he says: 

“I don’t much like this tobacco.  Here, take it back, and give me a glass of brandy and water in its place.”  The brandy and water is furnished and imbibed, and the diddler makes his way to the door.  But the voice of the tavern-keeper arrests him.

“I believe, sir, you have forgotten to pay for your brandy and water.”