At

   one of the Holland-house Sunday dinner-parties, a year or two ago, Crockford's Club, then forming, was talked of; and the noble hostess observed, that the female passion for diamonds was surely less ruinous than the rage for play among men. "In short, you think," said Mr. Rogers, "that

    clubs

   are worse than

    diamonds

   ." This joke excited a laugh; and when it had subsided, Sydney Smith wrote the following

    impromptu

   sermonet—most appropriately

    on a card

   :—

    A physician

   attending a lady several times, had received a couple of guineas each visit; at last, when he was going away, she gave him but one; at which he was surprised, and looking on the floor, "I believe, madam," said he, "I have

    dropt a guinea

   ."—"No, sir," replied the lady, "it is I that have

    dropt it

   ."

    A facetious

   fellow having unwittingly offended a conceited puppy, the latter told him he was no "gentleman."—"Are

    you

   a gentleman?" asked the droll one. "Yes, sir," bounced the fop. "Then, I am very glad

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