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Show A ??? man was once riding with a friend in the vicinity of his adored city, when they came upon a milestone bearing the inscription: "I am from Boston." "Ah!" he exclaims, with dignified emotion. "Here is the grave of some poor soul who, wearied with the frivolities and perplexities of life, has lain down to rest beneath the touching inscription: "I'm from Boston." A good deacon, making an official visit to a dying neighbor who was very unpopular, put the usual question, "Are you willing to go, my friend?" "Oh, yes," said the sick man. "I am glad of that," said the deacon, "for all the neighbors are of the same opinion." "Why don't you get married?" said a young lady to a batchelor [bachelor] acquaintance who was on a visit. "I have been trying for the last ten years to find someone who would be silly enough to take me, and have not yet succeeded," was the reply. "Then you haven't been down our way," was the rejoinder. |