A PUGILIST met the Moral Sentiment of the Community, who was

　　carrying a hat-box. "What have you in the hat-box, my friend?"

　　inquired the Pugilist.

　　"A new frown," was the answer. "I am bringing it from the frownery

　　- the one over there with the gilded1 steeple."

　　"And what are you going to do with the nice new frown?" the

　　Pugilist asked.

　　"Put down pugilism - if I have to wear it night and day," said the

　　Moral Sentiment of the Community, sternly.

　　"That's right," said the Pugilist, "that is right, my good friend;

　　if pugilism had been put down yesterday, I wouldn't have this kind

　　of Nose to-day. I had a rattling2 hot fight last evening with - "

　　"Is that so?" cried the Moral Sentiment of the Community, with

　　sudden animation3. "Which licked? Sit down here on the hat-box and

　　tell me all about it!"