A handsome ***** shop-man was recently made love to by a buxom widow, when he politely informed her that there were two impediments to their union. "name them," said the widow. "The want of means to set up in business is the first," said he. They parted, and the widow sent him a check for ample means. Then they met again, the ***** man had taken a house and stocked his shop, and the smiling fair one then ventured to inquire as to the other impediment. "My wife," was the rascal's reply.