He paced the distance to the point last noted, and said: "This is the approximate width of the stream." He was promoted.
"Mr.Webster," said the mayor of a Western city, when it was learned that the great statesman, although weary with travel, would be delayed for an hour by a failure to make close connections, "allow me to introduce you to Mr.James, one of our most distinguished citizens." "How do you do, Mr.James ?" asked Webster mechanically, as he glanced at a thousand people waiting to take his hand.

"The truth is, Mr.
Webster," replied Mr.James in a most lugubrious tone, "I am not very well." "I hope nothing serious is the matter," thundered the godlike Daniel, in a tone of anxious concern.

"Well, I don't know that, Mr.
Webster.

I think it's rheumatiz, but my wife----" "Mr.Webster, this is Mr.Smith," broke in the mayor, leaving poor Mr.James to enjoy his bad health in the pitiless solitude of a crowd.

His total want of tact had made him ridiculous.
"Address yourself to the jury, sir," said a judge to a witness who insisted upon imparting his testimony in a confidential tone to the court direct.