Category: Humour

Quips and Quiddities: A Quintessence of Quirks, Quaint, Quizzical, and Quotable

This is a modest little volume. It consists but of selections from the Editor's note-book, and its object is but to amuse. It does not even aspire to be read consecutively. The Compiler's hope is only that it may be found a pleasant companion at spare moments--that it may be c...

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1. Part 1

This is a modest little volume. It consists but of selections from the Editor's note-book, and its object is but to amuse. It does not even aspire to be read consecutively. The...

2. Part 2

Seeing O. Smith, the popular melodramatic actor, on the opposite side of the Strand, Knowles rushed across the road, seized him by the hand, and inquired eagerly after his healt...

3. Part 3

There was an APE in the days that were earlier; Centuries passed, and his hair became curlier: Centuries more gave a thumb to his wrist-- Then he was MAN, and a Positivist.

4. Part 4

George the Third scolded Lord North for never going to the concert of antient music: "Your brother, the bishop," said the king, "never misses them, my lord." "Sir," answered the...

5. Part 5

At a fête at Hatfield House, _tableaux vivants_ were among the chief amusements, and scenes from _Ivanhoe_ were among the selections. All the parts were filled up but that of _I...

6. Part 6

Oh! spare those Gardens where the leafy glade Prompts the proposal dalliance delayed; Where tear-dewed lids, choked utterance, sobs suppressed, Tear the confession from a doubti...

7. Part 7

[Lady Charlotte Lindsay] said she had "sprained her ankle so often, and been told that it was worse than breaking her leg, that she said she had come to look upon a broken leg a...

8. Part 8

When first my old, old love I knew, My bosom swelled with joy; My riches at her feet I threw,-- I was a love-sick boy! No terms seemed too extravagant Upon her to employ-- I use...

9. Part 9

The bean is a graceful, confiding, engaging vine; but you can never put beans into poetry, nor into the highest sort of prose. Corn is the child of song. It waves in all literat...

10. Part 10

He remembers the ball at the Ferry, And the ride, and the gate, and the vow, And the rose that you gave him--that very Same rose he is treasuring now (Which his blanket he's kic...

11. Part 11

He blew at his "Cottage," and blew with a will, For a year, seven months, and a fortnight, until (You'll hardly believe it) M'Clan, I declare, Elicited something resembling an air.

12. Part 12

'Tis said that he lived upon bacon and beans, And that sometimes he dined upon salt pork and greens; But he thought that such feeding was rather humdrum,-- "I've gone the whole...

13. Part 13