I 4 2 AN ANGLER'S BASKET. 



of the band had recovered something of his equanimity, he 

 timidly approached and thus addressed the trombone : 

 4< What on airth are yew doing ? " " Wai," said the trom- 

 bone, looking closely at his music for he was short-sighted, 

 " wal, I'll be gosh-dalled : I thought it was a note, and it is 

 a hoss fly, and I played it." 



The late Archbishop Thomson used to enjoy telling a 

 tale to the eftect that some years ago he was staying at a 

 quiet little inn up one of the Dales, and having made himself 

 known with an intimation that he had no wish to have his rest 

 broken by daily callers, was properly attended to during his 

 stay. When he proposed to leave, his bill was duly brought 

 in answer to his request, and His Grace forthwith filled up 

 a cheque for the amount and signed it, as usual, " W. Ebor." 

 The would-be cute landlord looked dubiously at the 

 signature and then unblushingly remarked, " I thowt ye 

 were leein' when ye said ye were t' Archbishop." 



A certain lady who had not been born in the purple but 

 had risen by her husband's industry and integrity to a 

 position of great wealth, had, being provided with a 

 splendid mansion and troops of friends issued invitations 

 for that most awful event the first dinner party. The 

 great day came, and the homely matron, ever busy with her 

 household cares, could not be satisfied to leave the arrange- 

 ment of the table to anybody but herself. All day long she 

 worked and tittivated (I think that is the lady's word) here, 

 there, and everywhere ; and then at length when the finishing 

 stroke had been given and the last flowers added to the 

 epergnes she summoned her friendly confidante, the cook, 

 who had known her all her life and been with her through 

 her progress, and solicited her opinion on what the Ettrick 



