Dr. Barton was a punster. He said, "the fellows of my college wished to
have an organ in the chapel, but I put a stop to it;" whether for the sake
of the pun, or because he disliked music, is uncertain. He invited, for
the love of punning, Mr. Crowe and Mr. Rooke to dine with him; and having
given Mr. Birdmore, another guest, a hint to be rather after the time, on
his appearing, said, "Mr. Rook! Mr. Crowe! I beg leave to introduce one
_Bird more_." He married his niece to a gentleman of the hopeful name of
_Buckle_. The enterprise succeeded beyond his expectation. Mrs. Buckle was
delivered of twins. "A pair of Buckles!" "Boys or girls?" said a
congratulating friend; the answer may be supposed. To him, though it has
been attributed to others, belongs the glory or the shame of having said
to one, who having re-established his health by a diet of milk and eggs,
took a wife:--"So, you have been _egged_ on to matrimony: I hope the
_yoke_ will sit easy on you."

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PLAY BILL.

(_Translated from the Spanish_.)


To the sovereign of heaven,
To the mother of the eternal world,
To the Polar Star of Spain,
To the faithful protectress of the Spanish nation,
To the honour and glory of the most Holy Virgin Mary,
For her benefit, and for the propagation of her worship,