A servant of an old maiden lady, a patient of Dr.Poole, formerly of Edinburgh, was under orders to go to the doctor every morning to report the state of her health, how she had slept, etc., with strict injunctions _always_ to add, "with her compliments." At length, one morning the girl brought this extraordinary message:--"Miss S----'s compliments, and she dee'd last night at aicht o'clock!" I recollect, in Montrose (that fruitful field for old Scottish stories!), a most naive reply from an honest lass, servant to old Mrs.
_Captain_ Fullerton.

A party of gentlemen had dined with Mrs.Fullerton, and they had a turkey for dinner.

Mrs.F.proposed that one of the legs should be _deviled_, and the gentlemen have it served up as a relish for their wine.

Accordingly one of the company skilled in the mystery prepared it with pepper, cayenne, mustard, ketchup, etc.

He gave it to Lizzy, and told her to take it down to the kitchen, supposing, as a matter of course, she would know that it was to be broiled, and brought back in due time.