ANECDOTE OF POPE, THE ACTOR.

Pope, the actor, well known for his devotion to the culinary art, received an invitation to dinner, accompanied by an apology for the simplicity of the intended fare-a small turbot and a boiled edge-bone of beef. "The very thing of all others that I like, exclaimed Pope; "I will come with the greatest pleasure." And come he did, and eat he did, till he could literally eat no longer; when the word was given, and a haunch of venison was brought in, fit to be made the subject of a new poetical epistle

"For finer or fatter,

Never ranged in a forest, or smoked in a platter,
The haunch was a picture for painters to study,
The fat was so white, and the lean was so ruddy."

Poor Pope divined at a glance the nature of the trap that had been laid for him, but he was fairly caught, and after a puny effort at trifling with a slice of fat, he laid down his knife and fork, and gave way to a hysterical burst of tears, exclaiming-"A friend of twenty years' standing, and to be served in this manner!"-Quarterly Review.

ORIGINALITY.

To mind the inside of a book is to entertain one'sself with the forced product of another man's brain. Now, I think, a man of quality and breeding may be much amused by the natural sprouts of his own.The Relapse.

NOTHING TO DO.

Positively, the best thing a man can have to do is nothing, and, next to that, perhaps, good works.Lamb.

HOLY BULLIES.

How true it is of too many preachers, that which Sydney Smith says of Dr. Rennel, "that he is too apt to put on the appearance of a holy bully, as if he could carry his point against infidelity by big words and strong abuse, and kick and cuff men into Christians."

THE EARTH.

The following is a genuine fragment presented to us by Cicero, from a lost work of Aristotle.

If there were beings who lived in the depths of the earth, in dwellings adorned with statues and paintings, and every thing which is possessed in rich abundance by those whom we esteem fortunate; and if these beings could receive tidings of the power and might of the gods, and could then emerge from their hidden dwellings through the open fissures of the earth to the places which we inhabit; if they could suddenly behold the earth, and the sea, and the vault of heaven; could recognize the expanse of the cloudy firmament, and the might of the winds of heaven, and admire the sun in his majesty, beauty, and radiant effulgence; and, lastly, when night veiled the earth in darkness, they could behold the starry heavens,

the changing moon, and the stars rising and setting in the unvarying course ordained from eternity, they would surely exclaim, "There are gods, and such great things must be the work of their hands."Cosmos.