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JOE MILLER’S JESTS,
WITH COPIOUS ADDITIONS.
EDITED BY
FRANK BELLEW.
EDITED BY
FRANK BELLEW.
COPY OF THE TITLE-PAGE TO THE ORIGINAL EDITION.
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Joe Miller’s Jests; or, the Wit’s Vade-Mecum: being a collection of the most brilliant Jests; the politest Repartees; the most elegant Bon mots, and most pleasant short Stories in the English language. First carefully collected in the company, and many of them transcribed from the mouth of the Facetious Gentleman, whose name they bear; and now set forth and published by his lamentable friend and former companion, Elijah Jenkins, Esq. Most humbly inscribed to those Choice Spirits of the Age, Captain Bodens, Mr. Alexander Pope, Mr. Professor Lacy, Mr. Orator Henley, and Job Baker, the Kettle-Drummer. London: Printed and sold by T. Read, in Dogwell Court, White’s Fryars, Fleet Street. mdccxxxix.
Joe Miller’s Jests; or, the Wit’s Vade-Mecum: a collection of the funniest jokes, the cleverest comebacks, the most stylish wisecracks, and the most entertaining short stories in the English language. Originally compiled among friends, many of these were taken directly from the witty Gentleman whose name they bear; and now published by his sorrowful friend and former companion, Elijah Jenkins, Esq. Most respectfully dedicated to those Distinguished Spirits of the Age, Captain Bodens, Mr. Alexander Pope, Mr. Professor Lacy, Mr. Orator Henley, and Job Baker, the Kettle-Drummer. London: Printed and sold by T. Read, in Dogwell Court, White’s Fryars, Fleet Street. mdccxxxix.
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1865.
1865.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1865, by
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In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the Southern
District of New-York.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1865, by
A. BELLEW,
In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New York.
PREFACE.
A few years ago, at a dinner party in England, a very good story was told by one of the company, who represented the hero of the anecdote as a well-known nobleman then living. This story was immediately pronounced to be an “old Joe.” On this, a warm discussion took place, when it came out incidentally, that not one of those present had ever seen the book so familiarly referred to. This discovery aroused the curiosity of one of the party, who immediately resolved to procure a copy of the work—a most difficult and costly matter. Having procured the book, he decided to republish it for the benefit of his benighted fellow-countrymen, and the following volume is the result.
A few years back, at a dinner party in England, someone shared a really great story about a famous nobleman who was still alive at the time. This story quickly earned the nickname “old Joe.” This sparked a lively discussion, revealing that none of the guests had actually seen the book being mentioned. This discovery intrigued one guest, who decided to hunt down a copy of the book—a task that turned out to be quite tricky and pricey. Once he got his hands on the book, he decided to republish it for the sake of his uninformed fellow countrymen, and this volume is the result.
A singular fact connected with this work is, that every body presumes that he himself, and every other person, is perfectly familiar with its contents; and yet, if the reader will ask his friends, it will appear that not one in a thousand ever set eyes on a copy; indeed, we doubt much whether there are a dozen persons in the United States who have ever seen the work.
A unique fact about this work is that everyone assumes they, along with everyone else, are well-acquainted with its contents; however, if you ask your friends, you'll find that not one in a thousand has ever actually seen a copy. In fact, we seriously doubt there are even a dozen people in the United States who have ever come across this work.
Mr. Joseph Miller—or Joe Miller, as he is generally called, with a familiarity that smacks of immortality—whose name as a wit is now current wherever the English language is spoken, was, when living, himself a jest for dulness, so that his name appended to this work is what Mr. Artemus Ward would call “sarkasum.” According to report, Miller, who was an excellent comic actor, but taciturn and saturnine, “was in the habit of spending his afternoons at the Black Jack, a well-known public-house in Portsmouth street, Clare Market, which at that time was frequented by the most respectable tradesmen in the neighborhood, who, from Joe’s imperturbable gravity, whenever any risible saying was recounted, ironically ascribed it to him. After his death, having left his family unprovided for, advantage was taken of this badinage. A Mr. Mottley, a well-known dramatist of that day, was employed to col[iv]lect all the stray jests, then current on town. Joe Miller’s name was prefixed to them, and from that day to this, the man who never uttered a jest has been the reputed author of every jest, past and present, and doubtless through future ages will receive credit for all the good things that may be said by the grandchildren of those youngsters who now collect —— and our knees, and, in the innocence of their hearts, never suspect (that which they will, alas! discover in after years) that we have been palming off on them “Old Joe’s,” as the production of our own unparalleled humor. Fathers may well dread the effect this book may have on the filial respect of their sons a generation hence, when they will cease to be the respected wits and become the beloved impostors.
Mr. Joseph Miller—or Joe Miller, as he’s commonly known, almost timelessly—whose name as a comedian is now known wherever English is spoken, was considered dull during his lifetime, so adding his name to this work could be seen as what Mr. Artemus Ward would call “sarcasm.” Apparently, Miller, who was a brilliant comic actor but generally serious and gloomy, “would often spend his afternoons at the Black Jack, a popular pub in Portsmouth Street, Clare Market, which back then was visited by the most respectable tradespeople in the area. Because of Joe’s unwavering seriousness, they would ironically attribute any funny saying to him whenever it came up. After he passed away, leaving his family in need, this playful ribbing was taken advantage of. A Mr. Mottley, a well-known playwright of that era, was recruited to collect all the random jokes circulating in town. Joe Miller’s name was attached to them, and since then, the man who never told a joke has been credited as the author of every joke, both past and present, and surely in future generations will be recognized for all the clever things that may be joked about by the grandchildren of those kids who now share —— and our knees, and, in their innocent hearts, never suspect (which they will, regrettably, find out later) that we have been passing off “Old Joe’s” as if they were products of our own remarkable humor. Fathers may well fear the influence this book could have on the respect their sons show them in a generation, when they will stop being the admired jokesters and turn into the cherished impostors.
This volume not only contains the jests of Joe Miller, but a large number of others, gathered from collections of Facetiæ previously and since published. But to the bookworm and student of Jokology, it will be sufficient to say that the first one hundred and ninety-eight jokes comprise the whole of the genuine edition.
This book not only contains Joe Miller’s jokes but also a bunch of others collected from previous and later humor compilations. However, for the enthusiastic reader and student of jokes, it's enough to say that the first one hundred and ninety-eight jokes make up the whole genuine edition.
When we look at the reputation of this Miller, we must needs be deeply impressed with the capriciousness of the character of Fame. A hero or a martyr dies—she gives one small toot and hangs up her horn. But some obscure person is hot with a jest, and her trumpet brays away in his honor for ages. Then, too, her mendacity—George of England is advertised as a saint, and Joe Miller as a wit. For aught we can tell to the contrary, our great-grandchildren may honor the name of Greeley as a leader of fashion. They may speak of him as Dandy Horace or Beau Greeley—tailors may adorn their magazines of fashion with his portrait. Miles O’Reilly may be canonized, and Artemus Ward handed down to posterity as a general officer in the confederate army.
When we think about Miller's reputation, we can't help but notice how unpredictable Fame can be. A hero or martyr dies—she gives a quick shout and puts away her horn. But some random person makes a joke, and her trumpet blares in his honor for ages. Plus, there's her deceit—George of England is celebrated as a saint, while Joe Miller is cherished as a wit. For all we know, our great-grandchildren might idolize Greeley as a fashion icon. They might even call him Dandy Horace or Beau Greeley—tailors could feature his picture in their fashion magazines. Miles O'Reilly might be canonized, and Artemus Ward remembered as a general in the Confederate army.
JOE MILLER’S JESTS.
1. The Duke of Atholl, who says more good things than anybody, being behind the scenes the first night of the Beggars’ Opera, and meeting Cibber there, Well, Colley, said he, how do you like the Beggars’ Opera? Why it makes one laugh, my lord, answered he, on the stage; but how will it do in print? O! very well, I’ll answer for it, said the duke, if you don’t write a preface to it.[A]
1. The Duke of Atholl, who always has something nice to say, was backstage on the first night of the Beggars’ Opera and ran into Cibber. “So, Colley, what do you think of the Beggars’ Opera?” he asked. “Well, it’s quite funny, my lord,” Cibber replied, “on stage; but how will it be received in print?” “Oh, very well! I’ll guarantee it,” said the duke, “as long as you don’t write a preface for it.”[A]
2. There being a great disturbance one night at Drury Lane play-house, Mr. Wilks, coming upon the stage to say something to pacify the audience, had an orange thrown full at him, which he having taken up, making a low bow, This is no civil orange, I think, said he.
2. One night at the Drury Lane theater, there was a lot of chaos, and Mr. Wilks came on stage to calm the audience. Someone threw an orange directly at him, and after picking it up, he bowed and said, "This isn't a very polite orange, I think."
3. Joe Miller sitting one day in the window at the Sun Tavern in Clare Street, a fishwoman and her maid passing by, the woman cried, “Buy my souls, buy my maids.” Ah! you wicked old creature, said honest Joe, what are you not content to sell your own soul, but you must sell your maid’s too?
3. One day, Joe Miller was sitting in the window at the Sun Tavern on Clare Street when a fishwoman and her maid walked by. The woman shouted, “Buy my fish, buy my maid.” Joe replied, “Oh you wicked old woman, why aren’t you satisfied selling your own fish, but you have to sell your maid's too?”
4. A poor man who had a termagant wife, after a long dispute, in which she was resolved to have the last word, told her, If she spoke one more crooked word, he’d beat her brains out. Why then, ram’s-horns, you rogue, said she, if I die for it.
4. A poor man with a nagging wife, after a long argument where she was set on having the final say, told her that if she said one more mean word, he’d knock some sense into her. "Well then, you ram’s-horns, you scoundrel," she replied, "if I have to die for it."
5. A hackney-coachman, who was just set up, had heard that the lawyers used to club their threepence[2] a-piece, four of them, to go to Westminster; and being called by a lawyer at Temple Bar, who, with two others in their gowns, got into his coach, he was bid to drive to Westminster Hall; but the coachman still holding his door open, as if he waited for more company, one of the gentleman asked him, why he did not shut the door, and go on? The fellow, scratching his head, cried, You know, master, my fare’s a shilling; I can’t go for ninepence.
5. A taxi driver, who had just started working, heard that the lawyers used to chip in three pence each, four of them, to go to Westminster. When a lawyer at Temple Bar called for a ride, along with two others in their robes, he was told to drive to Westminster Hall. However, the driver kept the door open, as if he was expecting more passengers. One of the gentlemen asked him why he didn't close the door and just go. The driver, scratching his head, replied, "You see, sir, my fare is a shilling; I can't go for ninepence."
6. Two free-thinking authors proposed to a bookseller, that was a little decayed in the world, That if he would print their works, they would set him up; and, indeed, they were as good as their word, for in six weeks time he was in the pillory.
6. Two independent authors suggested to a struggling bookseller that if he printed their works, they would help him succeed; and they really kept their promise because, within six weeks, he found himself in the pillory.
7. A gentleman was saying one day at the Tilt Yard Coffee-house, when it rained exceedingly hard, that it put him in mind of the general deluge. Zoons, sir, said an old campaigner, who stood by, who’s that? I have heard of all the generals in Europe but him.
7. One day at the Tilt Yard Coffee-house, when it was raining heavily, a gentleman said it reminded him of the great flood. "What the hell, sir," replied an old soldier standing nearby, "who's that? I've heard of all the generals in Europe, but not him."
8. A certain poet and player, remarkable for his impudence and cowardice, happening many years ago to have a quarrel with Mr. Powel, another player, received from him a smart box on the ear; a few days after, the poetical player having lost his snuff-box, and making strict inquiry if anybody had seen his box, What, said another of the buskined wits, that which George Powel gave you the other night?
8. A certain poet and actor, known for his rudeness and cowardice, got into a fight with Mr. Powel, another actor, many years ago and received a hard slap on the face. A few days later, after the poet had lost his snuff-box and was asking around if anyone had seen it, one of the other actors joked, "What, the one George Powel gave you the other night?"
9. Gun Jones, who had made his fortune himself, from a mean beginning, happening to have some words with a person who had known him some time, was asked by the other, how he could have the impudence to give himself so many airs, when he knew very well, that he remembered him seven years before with hardly a rag to his back. You lie, sirrah, replied Jones, seven years ago I had nothing but rags to my back.
9. Gun Jones, who built his own fortune from humble beginnings, had a conversation with someone who had known him for a while. The other person asked him how he could act so arrogantly when he knew that seven years ago, Jones hardly had anything to wear. "You’re lying," Jones replied. "Seven years ago, I had nothing but rags."
10. Lord R— having lost fifty pistoles one night at the gaming-table in Dublin, some friends condoling with him upon his ill luck: Faith, said he, I am very well[3] pleased at what I have done; for I have bit them, there is not one pistole that don’t want six-pence of weight.
10. Lord R— lost fifty pistoles one night at the casino in Dublin, and some friends were sympathizing with him about his bad luck. "Honestly," he said, "I’m actually quite happy with what I did; I’ve shortchanged them—every pistole is missing sixpence in weight." [3]
11. A gentleman saying something in praise of Mrs. C—m, who is, without dispute, a good player, though exceeding saucy and exceeding ugly; another said, her face always put him in mind of Mary-bone Park; being desired to explain himself, he said, It was vastly rude, and had not one bit of pale about it.
11. A guy was praising Mrs. C—m, who is definitely a good player, even though she's really cheeky and quite unattractive; another person mentioned that her face always reminded him of Marylebone Park; when asked to clarify, he said it was very rough and not the slightest bit pale.
12. A pragmatical young fellow, sitting at table over against the learned John Scott, asked him, What difference there was between Scott and Sot? Just the breadth of the table, answered the other.
12. A practical young guy, sitting at the table across from the knowledgeable John Scott, asked him what the difference was between Scott and Sot. "Just the width of the table," the other replied.
13. Another poet asked Nat Lee, if it was not easy to write like a madman, as he did? No, answered Nat; but it is easy to write like a fool, as you do.
13. Another poet asked Nat Lee if it wasn't easy to write like a madman, as he did. No, Nat answered; but it's easy to write like a fool, as you do.
14. Colley, who, notwithstanding his odes, has now and then said a good thing, being told one night by the late Duke of Wharton, that he expected to see him hanged or beggared very soon: If I had your grace’s politics and morals, said the laureat, you might expect both.
14. Colley, who, despite his odes, has occasionally said something clever, was told one night by the late Duke of Wharton that he expected to see him hanged or broke very soon. "If I had your grace's politics and morals," said the laureate, "you might expect both."
15. Sir Thomas More for a long time had only daughters, his wife earnestly praying that they might have a boy; at last they had a boy, who, when he came to man’s estate, proved but simple: Thou prayedst so long for a boy, said Sir Thomas to his wife, that at last thou hast got one who will be a boy as long as he lives.
15. Sir Thomas More had only daughters for a long time, and his wife prayed earnestly for a son. Eventually, they had a boy, but when he grew up, he turned out to be rather simple. "You prayed for so long for a boy," Sir Thomas said to his wife, "that in the end, you got one who will remain a boy for his entire life."
16. The same gentleman, when Lord Chancellor, being pressed by the counsel of the party, for a longer day to perform a decree, said, Take St. Barnaby’s Day, the longest in the year, which happened to be next week.
16. The same guy, when he was Lord Chancellor, was urged by the party's lawyer for more time to carry out a decree. He responded, "Take St. Barnaby’s Day, the longest day of the year, which is next week."
17. This famous Chancellor, who preserved his humour and wit to the last moment, when he came to be executed on Tower Hill, the headsman demanded his upper garment as his fee; Ah! friend, said he, taking off his cap, that, I think, is my upper garment.
17. This famous Chancellor, who kept his humor and wit right up until the end, when he was about to be executed on Tower Hill, the executioner asked for his outer garment as payment. "Ah! friend," he said, taking off his cap, "that, I believe, is my outer garment."
18. When Rabelais, the greatest droll in France, lay[4] on his death-bed, he could not help jesting at the very last moment; for, having received the extreme unction, a friend coming to see him, said, he hoped he was prepared for the next world: Yes, yes, replied Rabelais, I am ready for my journey now; they have just greased my boots.
18. When Rabelais, the greatest joker in France, lay[4] on his deathbed, he couldn't help but make a joke at the very last moment; after receiving the last rites, a friend visiting him said he hoped Rabelais was ready for the next world. "Yes, yes," Rabelais replied, "I'm ready for my journey now; they just greased my boots."
19. Henry the Fourth of France, reading an ostentatious inscription on the monument of a Spanish officer, “Here lies the body of Don &c. &c., who never knew what fear was.” Then, said the king, he never snuffed a candle with his fingers.
19. Henry the Fourth of France, reading a flashy inscription on the monument of a Spanish officer, “Here lies the body of Don &c. &c., who never knew what fear was.” Then, the king said, he never snuffed a candle with his fingers.
20. A certain member of the French Academy, who was no great friend to the Abbot Furetiere, one day took the seat that was commonly used by the abbot, and soon after having occasion to speak, and Furetiere being by that time come in: Here is a place, said he, gentlemen, from whence I am likely to utter a thousand impertinencies. Go on, answered Furetiere, there’s one already.
20. A certain member of the French Academy, who wasn't a big fan of Abbot Furetiere, one day took the seat that the abbot usually used. Soon after, he needed to speak, and by that time, Furetiere had come in. "Here's a place," he said, "from which I'm likely to say a thousand nonsense things." "Go on," Furetiere replied, "there's already one."
21. When Sir Richard Steele was fitting up his great room in York Buildings, for public orations, he happened at one time to be pretty much behind-hand with his workmen, and coming one day among them, to see how they went forward, ordered one of them to get into the rostrum, and make a speech, that he might observe how it could be heard; the fellow mounting, and scratching his pate, told him, he knew not what to say, for in truth he was no orator. Oh! said the knight, no matter for that, speak anything that comes uppermost. Why here, Sir Richard, says the fellow, we have been working for you these six weeks, and cannot get one penny of money: pray, sir, when do you design to pay us?—Very well, very well, said Sir Richard, pray come down, I have heard enough; I cannot but own you speak very distinctly, though I don’t admire your subject.
21. When Sir Richard Steele was setting up his big room in York Buildings for public speeches, he found himself a bit behind schedule with the workers. One day, he went to check on their progress and asked one of them to get on the platform and give a speech so he could see how well it could be heard. The guy got up there, scratched his head, and said he didn’t know what to say because he really wasn’t an orator. Oh! Sir Richard replied, it doesn’t matter, just say whatever comes to your mind. Well, here’s the thing, Sir Richard, the worker said, we’ve been working for you for six weeks and haven’t received a penny. So, when do you plan to pay us?—That’s fine, that’s fine, said Sir Richard, please come down, I’ve heard enough; I have to admit you speak clearly, even if I don’t like your topic.
22. A country clergyman, meeting a neighbour, who never came to church, although an old fellow of above sixty, he gave him some reproof on that account, and asked[5] him if he never read at home? No, replied the clown, I can’t read. I dare say, said the parson, you don’t know who made you. Not I, in troth, said the countryman. A little boy coming by at the same time, Who made you, child? said the parson. God, sir, answered the boy. Why, look you there, quoth the honest clergyman, are not you ashamed to hear a child of five or six years old tell me who made him, when you, that are so old a man, cannot? Ah! said the countryman, it is no wonder that he should remember; he was made but t’other day, it is a great while, master, sin’ I was made.
22. A local pastor ran into a neighbor who never attended church, even though he was an old guy over sixty. The pastor called him out on it and asked[5] if he ever read at home. The guy replied, "No, I can’t read." The pastor said, "I bet you don’t even know who made you." The countryman replied, "I truly don’t." Just then, a little boy walked by, and the pastor asked him, "Who made you, child?" The boy answered, "God, sir." The honest clergyman said, "Well, aren’t you ashamed to hear a five or six-year-old tell me who made him, while you, being so much older, can’t?" The countryman replied, "It’s no surprise he remembers; he was made just the other day, but it’s been a long time since I was made."
23. A certain reverend clergyman in the country was complaining to another, that it was a great fatigue to preach twice a day. Oh! said the other, I preach twice every Sunday, and make nothing of it.
23. A certain country pastor was telling another that it was really tiring to preach twice a day. Oh! said the other, I preach twice every Sunday and find it no big deal.
24. One of the aforesaid gentlemen, as was his custom, preaching most exceedingly dull to a congregation not used to him, many of them slunk out of the church, one after another, before the sermon was near ended. Truly, said a gentleman present, this learned doctor has made a very moving discourse.
24. One of those gentlemen, as he usually did, preached in a way that was incredibly boring to a congregation that wasn't familiar with him. Many of them quietly left the church, one by one, before the sermon was even close to finishing. Truly, said a gentleman in the audience, this knowledgeable doctor has given a very emotional talk.
25. Sir William Davenant the poet had no nose, who going along the Mews one day, a beggar-woman followed him, crying, Ah! God preserve your eye-sight, sir; the Lord preserve your eye-sight. Why, good woman, said he, do you pray so much for my eye-sight? Ah! dear sir, answered the woman, if it should please God that you grow dim-sighted, you have no place to hang your spectacles on.
25. Sir William Davenant, the poet, had no nose. One day, as he was walking along the Mews, a beggar woman followed him, crying, "Oh! God preserve your eyesight, sir; may the Lord protect your eyesight." He responded, "Why, good woman, why do you pray so much for my eyesight?" The woman replied, "Oh, dear sir, if God allows you to go blind, you won't have anywhere to hang your spectacles."
26. A Welchman, bragging of his family, said, His father’s effigy was set up in Westminster Abbey; being asked whereabouts, he said, In the same monument with Squire Thynne’s; for he was his coachman.
26. A Welshman, boasting about his family, said, His father's statue was erected in Westminster Abbey; when asked where, he replied, In the same monument with Squire Thynne's; because he was his driver.
27. A person was saying, not at all to the purpose, that Samson was a very strong man. Ay, said another, but you are much stronger, for you make nothing of lugging him in by the head and shoulders.
27. Someone remarked, completely missing the point, that Samson was incredibly strong. "Yeah," replied another, "but you're much stronger because you effortlessly drag him in by the head and shoulders."
28. My Lord Strangford, who stammered very much,[6] was telling a certain bishop that sat at his table, that Balaam’s ass spoke because he was pri—est— Priest-rid, sir, (said a valet-de-chambre, who stood behind the chair,) my lord would say. No, friend, replied the bishop, Balaam could not speak himself, and so his ass spoke for him.
28. My Lord Strangford, who stuttered a lot,[6] was telling a bishop at his table that Balaam's donkey spoke because he was a priest—Priest-rid, sir, (said a servant standing behind the chair), my lord meant to say. No, my friend, replied the bishop, Balaam couldn't speak himself, so his donkey spoke for him.
29. The same noble lord asked a clergyman once, at the bottom of his table, why the goose, if there was one, was always placed next to the parson? Really, said he, I can give no reason for it; but your question is so odd, I shall never see a goose, for the future, without thinking of your lordship.
29. The same noble lord once asked a clergyman seated at the bottom of his table why the goose, if there was one, was always placed next to the parson. To which he replied, "Honestly, I can’t say why; but your question is so unusual that from now on, I’ll never see a goose without thinking of you, my lord."
30. A gentleman was asking another how that poor devil S—ge could live, now my Lord T—l had turned him off. Upon his wits, said the other. That is living upon a slender stock indeed, replied the first.
30. A guy was asking another how that poor guy S—ge could get by now that my Lord T—l had let him go. By his wits, said the other. That's a pretty thin way to live, replied the first.
31. A country parson having divided his text under two and twenty heads, one of the congregation went out of the church in a great hurry, and being met by a friend, he asked him, whither he was going? Home for my night-cap, answered the first, for I find we are to stay here all night.
31. A country minister had divided his sermon into twenty-two points. One of the churchgoers rushed out in a hurry, and when he ran into a friend, the friend asked him where he was going. "Home for my nightcap," the first man replied, "because I see we're going to be here all night."
32. A very modest young gentleman, of the county of Tipperary, having attempted many ways in vain to acquire the affections of a lady of great fortune, at last was resolved to try what could be done by the help of music, and therefore entertained her with a serenade under her windows at midnight; but she ordered her servant to drive him hence, by throwing stones at him. Your music, my friend, said one of his companions, is as powerful as that of Orpheus, for it draws the very stones about you.
32. A very shy young man from Tipperary, who had tried many unsuccessful ways to win the heart of a wealthy lady, finally decided to see what music could do for him. So, he serenaded her under her window at midnight. However, she told her servant to chase him away by throwing stones at him. "Your music, my friend," one of his buddies said, "is just as powerful as Orpheus's, because it attracts the very stones thrown at you."
33. A certain senator, who, it may be, is not esteemed the wisest man in the house, has a frequent custom of shaking his head when another speaks; which, giving offence to a particular person, he complained of the affront; but one who had been long acquainted with him, assured the house, It was only an ill habit he had[7] got, for though he would oftentimes shake his head, there was nothing in it.
33. A certain senator, who might not be considered the smartest person in the room, has a habit of shaking his head when someone else is speaking. This behavior upset a specific individual, who complained about the disrespect. However, someone who had known him for a long time assured everyone that it was just a bad habit he had picked up; despite his frequent head shaking, there was nothing of substance behind it.[7]
34. A gentleman having lent a guinea for two or three days to a person whose promises he had not much faith in, was very much surprised to find, that he punctually kept his word with him; the same gentleman being some time after desirous of borrowing the like sum, No, said the other, you have deceived me once, and I am resolved you shan’t do it a second time.
34. A man who lent a guinea for two or three days to someone he didn't really trust was quite surprised to see that the guy kept his promise. Later, when the same man wanted to borrow the same amount again, the other guy said, "No, you tricked me once, and I'm determined not to let you do it again."
35. My Lord Chief Justice Holt had sent, by his warrant, one of the French prophets, a foolish sect, that started up in his time, to prison; upon which, Mr. Lacy, one of their followers, came one day to my lord’s house, and desired to speak with him; the servants told him, he was not well, and saw no company that day: But tell him, said Lacy, I must see him; for I come to him from the Lord; which being told the Chief Justice, he ordered him to come in, and asked him his business: I come, said he, from the Lord, who has sent me to thee, and would have thee grant a nolle prosequi for John Atkins, whom thou hast cast into prison. Thou art a false prophet, answered my lord, and a lying knave; for if the Lord had sent thee, it would have been to the Attorney General; he knows it is not in my power to grant a nolle prosequi.
35. My Lord Chief Justice Holt had ordered the imprisonment of one of the French prophets, a foolish sect that emerged during his time. One day, Mr. Lacy, one of their followers, came to my lord’s house and asked to speak with him. The servants informed him that he was not well and wasn’t seeing anyone that day. But tell him, Lacy insisted, that I must see him because I come to him from the Lord. When this message reached the Chief Justice, he allowed Lacy to come in and asked what he wanted. I come, Lacy said, from the Lord, who has sent me to you and wants you to grant a nolle prosequi for John Atkins, whom you have imprisoned. You are a false prophet, my lord replied, and a deceitful scoundrel; if the Lord had sent you, it would have been to the Attorney General since he knows it’s not within my authority to grant a nolle prosequi.
36. Tom B—rn—t happening to be at dinner at my Lord Mayor’s, in the latter part of Queen Anne’s reign, after two or three healths, the ministry was toasted; but when it came to Tom’s turn to drink, he diverted it for some time by telling a story to the person who sat next him; the chief magistrate of the city, not seeing his toast go round, called out, Gentlemen, where sticks the ministry? At nothing, said Tom, and so drank off his glass.
36. Tom B—rn—t was having dinner at my Lord Mayor's place during the later years of Queen Anne's reign. After two or three toasts, the ministry was toasted. But when it was Tom's turn to drink, he held it up for a while by telling a story to the person next to him. The chief magistrate of the city, not seeing his toast being passed around, called out, "Gentlemen, where's the ministry?" Tom replied, "At nothing," and then finished his drink.
37. My Lord Craven, in King James the First’s reign, was very desirous to see Ben Jonson, which being told to Ben, he went to my lord’s house; but being in a very tattered condition, as poets sometimes are, the porter refused him admittance, with some saucy language,[8] which the other did not fail to return. My lord, happening to come out while they were wrangling, asked the occasion of it? Ben, who stood in need of nobody to speak for him, said, he understood his lordship desired to see him. You, friend? said my lord, who are you? Ben Jonson, replied the other. No, no, quoth my lord, you cannot be Ben Jonson, who wrote the Silent Woman; you look as if you could not say Bo to a goose. Bo, cried Ben. Very well, said my lord, who was better pleased at the joke than offended at the affront, I am now convinced, by your wit, you are Ben Jonson.
37. My Lord Craven, during the reign of King James I, was very eager to meet Ben Jonson. When this was relayed to Ben, he went to my lord’s house, but because he was in a rather shabby condition, like poets often are, the porter denied him entry, using some rude language, which Ben quickly fired back at. My lord happened to come out while they were arguing and asked what was going on. Ben, needing no one to speak for him, said he understood his lordship wanted to see him. “You, my friend? Who are you?” asked my lord. “Ben Jonson,” the other replied. “No, no,” my lord said, “you can't be Ben Jonson, who wrote The Silent Woman; you look like you couldn't say 'Boo' to a goose.” “Boo,” cried Ben. “Very well,” said my lord, who was more amused by the joke than upset by the slight, “now I’m convinced, by your wit, that you are Ben Jonson.”
38. A certain fop was boasting in company that he had every sense in perfection. There is one you are quite without, said one who was by, and that is common sense.
38. A certain dandy was bragging in front of others that he had every sense perfected. "There's one you completely lack," said someone nearby, "and that's common sense."
39. An Irish lawyer of the Temple having occasion to go to dinner, left these directions written, and put in the key-hole of his chamber door: I am gone to the Elephant and Castle, where you shall find me; and if you can’t read this note, carry it down to the stationer’s, and he will read it for you.
39. An Irish lawyer from the Temple needed to go to dinner, so he left these written instructions and placed them in the keyhole of his room door: I have gone to the Elephant and Castle, where you can find me; and if you can't read this note, take it down to the stationery store, and he will read it for you.
40. Old Dennis, who had been the author of many plays, going by a brandy-shop in St. Paul’s Church Yard, the man who kept it came out to him, and desired him to drink a dram. For what reason? said he. Because you are a dramatic poet, answered the other. Well, sir, said the old gentleman, thou art an out-of-the-way fellow, and I will drink a dram with thee: but when he had so done, he asked him to pay for it: ’Sdeath, Sir, said the bard, did you not ask me to drink a dram, because I was a dramatic poet? Yes, sir, replied the fellow, but I did not think you had been a dram-o’tick poet.
40. Old Dennis, who had written many plays, was walking by a bar in St. Paul's Church Yard when the bartender came out and invited him to have a drink. "Why's that?" Dennis asked. "Because you’re a dramatic poet," the bartender responded. "Well, you’re quite a character," the old gentleman said, "so I’ll have a drink with you." But after he had his drink, he was asked to pay for it. "What the heck, man," the poet said, "didn't you invite me to drink because I'm a dramatic poet?" "Yes," replied the bartender, "but I didn't think you were a 'dram-a'-tic poet."
41. Daniel Purcell, the famous punster, and a friend of his, having a desire to drink a glass of wine together, upon the 30th of January, they went to the Salutation Tavern upon Holborn Hill, and finding the door shut, they knocked at it, but it was not opened to them, only one of the drawers looked through a little wicket, and asked what they would please to have? Why, open[9] your door, said Daniel, and draw us a pint of wine: the drawer said, his master would not allow of it that day, for it was a fast. Hang your master, replied he, for a precise coxcomb, is he not contented to fast himself, but he must make his doors fast too?
41. Daniel Purcell, the famous jokester, and a friend of his wanted to share a glass of wine together. On January 30th, they went to the Salutation Tavern on Holborn Hill, but found the door closed. They knocked, but it wasn’t opened. Instead, one of the staff looked through a small window and asked what they wanted. “Well, open[9] your door and pour us a pint of wine,” Daniel replied. The staff member said his boss wouldn’t allow it that day because it was a fast day. “Forget your boss,” Daniel shot back. “What a fussy idiot! He’s not satisfied with just fasting himself; he has to keep his doors locked too?”
42. The same gentleman calling for some pipes in a tavern, complained they were too short. The drawer said they had no other, and those were but just come in. Ay, said Daniel, I see you have not bought them very long.
42. The same guy asking for some pipes in a bar complained that they were too short. The server said they didn't have any others, and these had just arrived. "Yeah," said Daniel, "I can tell you haven't had them for long."
43. The same gentleman, as he had the character of a great punster, was desired one night in company, by a gentleman, to make a pun extempore. Upon what subject? said Daniel. The King, answered the other. The king, sir, said he, is no subject.
43. The same gentleman, known for being a great punster, was asked one night in a gathering by another gentleman to come up with a pun on the spot. "On what topic?" Daniel asked. "The King," the other replied. "The king, sir," he said, "is not a topic."
44. G—s E—l, who, though he is very rich, is remarkable for his sordid covetousness, told Cibber one night in the green room, that he was going out of town, and was sorry to part with him, for faith he loved him. Ah! said Colley, I wish I was a shilling for your sake. Why so? said the other. Because then, cried the laureat, I should be sure you loved me.
44. G—s E—l, who, despite being very wealthy, is known for his greedy nature, told Cibber one night in the green room that he was heading out of town and was sad to leave him because, honestly, he cared for him. Ah! said Colley, I wish I were a shilling for your sake. Why's that? asked the other. Because then, exclaimed the laureate, I would be sure that you loved me.
45. Lord C—by, coming out of the House of Lords one day, called out, Where’s my fellow? Not in England, said a gentleman who stood by.
45. Lord C—by, leaving the House of Lords one day, shouted, “Where’s my buddy?” A gentleman standing nearby replied, “Not in England.”
46. A beggar asking alms under the name of a poor scholar, a gentleman to whom he applied himself asked him a question in Latin; the fellow, shaking his head, said, he did not understand him. Why, said the gentleman, did you not say you were a poor scholar? Yes, replied the other, a poor one indeed, sir, for I do not understand one word of Latin.
46. A beggar asking for money under the guise of a poor scholar was approached by a gentleman who asked him a question in Latin. The beggar shook his head and said he didn't understand. The gentleman replied, "But you said you were a poor scholar!" The beggar responded, "Yes, a poor one indeed, sir, because I don’t understand a single word of Latin."
47. Several years ago, when Mrs. Rogers the player was young and handsome, Lord North and Grey, remarkable for his homely face, accosting her one night behind the scenes, asked her with a sigh, what was a cure for love? Your Lordship, said she; the best I know in the world.
47. Several years ago, when Mrs. Rogers the actress was young and attractive, Lord North and Grey, known for his plain looks, approached her one night backstage and asked with a sigh what the cure for love was. "Your Lordship," she replied, "it's the best remedy I know of."
48. Colonel ——, who made the fine fireworks in St. James’s Square, upon the peace of Ryswick, being in company with some ladies, was highly commending the epitaph just then set up in the Abbey on Mr. Purcell’s monument—“He is gone to that place where only his own harmony can be exceeded.” Well, Colonel, said one of the ladies, the same epitaph might serve for you, by altering one word only: “He is gone to that place where only his own fireworks can be exceeded?”
48. Colonel ——, who put on the impressive fireworks in St. James’s Square when the peace of Ryswick was declared, was with some ladies and was praising the epitaph just placed in the Abbey on Mr. Purcell’s monument—“He is gone to that place where only his own harmony can be exceeded.” One of the ladies responded, “Well, Colonel, that same epitaph could work for you with just one word changed: 'He is gone to that place where only his own fireworks can be exceeded?'"
49. Sir B—ch—r W—y, in the beginning of Queen Anne’s reign, and three or four more drunken tories, reeling home from the Fountain Tavern in the Strand, on a Sunday morning, cried out, We are the pillars of the church. No, said a whig, that happened to be in their company, you can be but the buttresses, for you never come on the inside of it.
49. Sir B—ch—r W—y, at the start of Queen Anne’s reign, along with three or four other drunk tories, stumbled home from the Fountain Tavern in the Strand on a Sunday morning and shouted, "We are the pillars of the church." A whig who was with them replied, "No, you can only be the buttresses, because you never actually step inside."
50. After the fire of London, there was an act of parliament to regulate the buildings of the city; every house was to be three stories high. A Gloucestershire gentleman, a man of great wit and humour, just after this act passed, going along the street, and seeing a little crooked gentlewoman on the other side of the way, ran over to her in great haste; Lord, madam, said he, how dare you to walk the streets thus publicly? Walk the streets! and why not? answered the little woman. Because, said he, you are built directly contrary to act of parliament: you are but two stories high.
50. After the Great Fire of London, a law was passed to regulate the buildings in the city; every house was required to be three stories high. A gentleman from Gloucestershire, known for his wit and humor, was walking down the street right after this law was enacted. He saw a short, crooked lady on the other side of the street and rushed over to her. "Goodness, ma'am," he said, "how can you walk the streets so publicly?" "Walk the streets! And why not?" the little woman replied. "Because," he said, "you’re built directly against the law: you’re only two stories tall."
51. One Mr. Topham was so very tall and large, that if he was living now, he might be shewn at Yeate’s theatre for a sight. This gentleman going one day to inquire for a countryman a little way out of town, when he came to the house, he looked in at a little window over the door, and asked the woman, who sat by the fire, if her husband was at home? No, Sir, said she, but if you please to alight, and come in, I’ll go and call him.
51. A man named Mr. Topham was so tall and big that if he were alive today, he could be seen as an attraction at Yeate’s theater. One day, he went out of town to look for a countryman. When he arrived at the house, he peered through a small window above the door and asked the woman sitting by the fire if her husband was home. “No, sir,” she replied, “but if you’d like to get down and come in, I’ll go get him.”
52. The same gentleman walking across Covent Garden, was asked by a beggar-woman for a halfpenny, or farthing; but finding he would not part with his money,[11] she begged he would give her one of his old shoes. He was very desirous to know what she could do with one shoe. To make my child a cradle, sir, said she.
52. The same man walking through Covent Garden was approached by a beggar woman asking for a halfpenny or a farthing. When he refused to give her any money, she pleaded with him to give her one of his old shoes. He was curious about what she could do with just one shoe. "To make my child a cradle, sir," she replied.
53. King Charles II. having ordered a new suit of clothes to be made, just at a time when addresses were coming up to him from all parts of the kingdom, Tom Killigrew went to the tailor, and ordered him to make a very large pocket on one side of the coat, and one so small on the other, that the king could hardly get his hand into it; which seeming very odd, when they were brought home, he asked the meaning of it; the tailor said, Mr. Killigrew ordered it so. Killigrew being sent for, and interrogated, said, One pocket was for the addresses of his majesty’s subjects, the other for the money they would give him.
53. King Charles II had ordered a new suit of clothes just as he was receiving addresses from all over the kingdom. Tom Killigrew went to the tailor and asked him to make a very large pocket on one side of the coat and a tiny one on the other, so small that the king could barely fit his hand into it. When the suit was delivered, the king noticed this and asked what it was about. The tailor replied that Mr. Killigrew had instructed him to do it that way. When Killigrew was called in and questioned, he explained that one pocket was for the addresses from his majesty’s subjects and the other was for the money they would give him.
54. My Lord B—— had married three wives, who were all his servants; a beggar-woman meeting him one day in the street, made him a very low curtesy. Ah, bless your lordship, said she, and send you a long life; if you do but live long enough, we shall all be ladies in time.
54. My Lord B—— had married three wives, who were all his servants; one day, a beggar-woman saw him on the street and made a deep curtsy. "Ah, bless you, my lord," she said, "and may you live a long life; if you live long enough, we’ll all be ladies eventually."
55. Dr. Sadler, who was a very fat man, happening to go thump, thump, through a street in Oxford, where the paviours were at work, in the midst of July, the fellows immediately laid down their rammers. Ah, bless you, master, said one of them, it was very kind of you to come this way; it saves us a great deal of trouble this hot weather.
55. Dr. Sadler, who was a very heavy man, happened to walk heavily through a street in Oxford where the workers were fixing the pavement in the middle of July. The workers immediately put down their tools. "Ah, thank you, sir," said one of them, "it was really kind of you to come this way; it saves us a lot of trouble in this hot weather."
56. An arch wag, of St. John’s College, asked another of the same College, who was a great sloven, why he would not read a certain author called Go-Clenius.
56. A clever joker from St. John’s College asked another student from the same college, who was quite messy, why he wouldn’t read a certain author named Go-Clenius.
57. Swan, the famous punster of Cambridge, being a non-juror, upon which account he had lost his Fellowship, as he was going along the Strand, in the beginning of King William’s reign, on a very rainy day, a hackney-coachman called to him, Sir, won’t you please to take coach? it rains hard. Ay, friend, said he, but this is no rain [reign] for me to take coach in.
57. Swan, the famous punster from Cambridge, was a non-juror, which is why he lost his Fellowship. As he was walking along the Strand at the start of King William’s reign on a very rainy day, a cab driver called out to him, "Sir, would you like to take a cab? It's raining hard." "Yes, my friend," he replied, "but this is no reign for me to take a cab in."
58. When Oliver first coined his money, an old cava[12]lier looking upon one of the new pieces, read the inscription on one side, God with us: On the other, The commonwealth of England. I see, said he, God and the commonwealth are on different sides.
58. When Oliver first minted his money, an old cavalryman looking at one of the new coins read the inscription on one side: God with us. On the other side: The Commonwealth of England. "I see," he said, "God and the Commonwealth are on different sides."
59. Colonel Bond, who had been one of King Charles the First’s judges, died a day or two before Oliver, and it was strongly reported everywhere that Cromwell was dead; No, said a gentleman, who knew better, he has only given Bond to the devil for his further appearance.
59. Colonel Bond, who had been one of King Charles the First's judges, died a day or two before Oliver, and there were widespread rumors that Cromwell was dead; No, said a man who knew better, he has just handed Bond over to the devil for his eventual return.
60. Mr. Serjeant G——d, being lame of one leg, and pleading before Judge Fortescue, who had little or no nose, the Judge told him he was afraid he had but a lame cause of it. Oh! my lord, said the Serjeant, have but a little patience, and I’ll warrant I prove everything as plain as the nose on your face.
60. Mr. Serjeant G——d, who had a limp in one leg, was arguing in front of Judge Fortescue, who had very little or no nose. The Judge told him he was afraid he had a weak case because of it. Oh! my lord, said the Serjeant, just have a little patience, and I’ll guarantee I can prove everything as clearly as the nose on your face.
61. A gentleman, eating some mutton that was very tough, said, it put him in mind of an old English poet; being asked who that was, Chau-cer, replied he.
61. A man, eating some really tough mutton, said it reminded him of an old English poet; when asked who that was, he replied, Chaucer.
62. Michael Angelo, in his picture of the Last Judgment, in the Pope’s chapel, painted among the figures in hell that of a certain cardinal, who was his enemy, so like, that everybody knew it at first sight: whereupon the cardinal complaining to Pope Clement VII. of the affront, and desiring that it might be defaced; You know very well, said the Pope, I have power to deliver a soul out of purgatory, but not out of hell.
62. Michelangelo, in his painting of the Last Judgment in the Pope’s chapel, included a figure of a certain cardinal, who was his enemy, that looked so much like him that everyone recognized it immediately. The cardinal complained to Pope Clement VII about the insult and asked for it to be removed. The Pope replied, “You know very well, I have the power to free a soul from purgatory, but not from hell.”
63. A gentleman being at dinner at a friend’s house, the first thing that came upon the table was a dish of whitings, and one being put upon his plate, he found it smell so strong, that he could not eat a bit of it; but he laid his mouth down to the fish, as if he was whispering with it, and then took up the plate, and put it to his own ear. The gentleman, at whose table he was, inquiring into the meaning, he told him, that he had a brother lost at sea about a fortnight ago, and he was asking that fish if he knew anything of him: And what answer made he? said the gentleman. He told me, said he, that he could give no account of him, for[13] he had not been at sea these three weeks.—I would not have any of my readers apply this story as an unfortunate gentleman did who had heard it, and was, the next day, whispering a rump of beef, at a friend’s house.
63. A gentleman was having dinner at a friend's house, and the first dish that was served was a plate of whiting. When one was placed on his plate, he found the smell so strong that he couldn't eat it. Instead, he leaned down to the fish as if he was whispering to it, then picked up the plate and put it to his own ear. The host, curious about what he was doing, asked him for an explanation. The gentleman replied that he had a brother lost at sea about two weeks ago and was asking the fish if it knew anything about him. "And what did it say?" asked the host. He told me, the gentleman said, that it couldn't provide any information because it hadn't been at sea for three weeks.—I wouldn’t want any of my readers to take this story like an unfortunate gentleman did who heard it and was, the next day, whispering to a roast beef at a friend's house.
64. An English gentleman happening to be in Brecknockshire, he used sometimes to divert himself with shooting; but being suspected not to be qualified by one of the little Welch justices, his worship told him, that unless he could produce his qualification, he should not allow him to shoot there, and he had two little manors. Yes, sir, said the Englishman, everybody may perceive that. Perceive what? cried the Welchman: That you have too little manners, said the other.
64. An English gentleman who happened to be in Brecknockshire sometimes enjoyed shooting for fun; however, he was suspected of not being qualified by one of the local Welsh justices. The justice told him that unless he could show his qualifications, he wouldn't be allowed to shoot there, and he owned two small estates. "Yes, sir," said the Englishman, "everyone can see that." "See what?" exclaimed the Welshman. "That you have poor manners," replied the other.
65. The Chaplain’s boy of a man of war, being sent out of his own ship of an errand to another, the two boys were comparing notes about their manner of living: How often, said one, do you go to prayers now? Why, answered the other, in case of a storm, or any other danger: Ay, said the first, there’s some sense in that, but my master makes us pray when there is no more occasion for it than for my leaping overboard.
65. The chaplain’s assistant on a warship was sent on an errand to another ship, and the two boys were discussing how they lived: “How often do you go to prayers now?” one asked. “Well,” the other replied, “only in case of a storm or any other danger.” “Right,” said the first, “that makes some sense, but my master makes us pray even when there’s no reason to, like for me jumping overboard.”
66. A midshipman, one night, in company with Joe Miller and myself, told us, that being once in great danger at sea, everybody was observed to be upon their knees but one man, who, being called upon to come, with the rest of the hands, to prayers: Not I, said he, it is your business to take care of the ship, I am but a passenger.
66. One night, a midshipman, along with Joe Miller and me, told us that during a time of great danger at sea, everyone was seen on their knees except for one man. When he was asked to join the rest of the crew for prayers, he replied, "Not me. It's your job to take care of the ship; I'm just a passenger."
67. Three or four roguish scholars walking out one day from the University of Oxford, spied a poor fellow near Abingdon asleep in a ditch, with an ass by him, loaded with earthen ware, holding the bridle in his hand: says one of the scholars to the rest, If you will assist me, I’ll help you to a little money, for you know we are bare at present. No doubt of it they were not long consenting. Why, then, said he, we’ll go and sell this old fellow’s ass at Abingdon; for you know the fair is to-morrow, and we shall meet with chapmen enough: therefore do you take the panniers off, and put them[14] upon my back, and that bridle over my head, and then lead you the ass to market, and let me alone with the old man. This being done accordingly, in a little time after, the poor man awaking, was strangely surprised to see his ass thus metamorphosed. Oh! for God’s sake, said the scholar, take this bridle out of my mouth, and this load from my back. Zoons! how came you here? replied the old man. Why, said he, my father, who is a necromancer, upon an idle thing I did to disoblige him, transformed me into an ass; but now his heart has relented, and I am come to my own shape again, I beg you will let me go home and thank him.—By all means, said the crockery merchant, I do not desire to have any thing to do with conjuration; and so set the scholar at liberty, who went directly to his comrades, that by this time were making merry with the money they had sold the ass for. But the old fellow was forced to go the next day to seek for a new one in the fair; and after having looked on several, his own was shown him for a good one. Oh! said he, what have he and his father quarrelled again already? No, no, I’ll have nothing to say to him.
67. Three or four mischievous scholars were leaving the University of Oxford one day when they spotted a poor guy near Abingdon asleep in a ditch, with a donkey beside him, loaded with pottery, and holding the bridle in his hand. One of the scholars said to the others, "If you help me, I'll make sure we get some money, since we’re low on cash right now." They quickly agreed. "Alright, let's sell this old guy's donkey in Abingdon," he suggested, "since the fair is tomorrow and we'll have plenty of buyers. So you take the bags off, put them on my back, and let me have the bridle over my head. You lead the donkey to market, and I'll deal with the old man." After everything was set up, the old man woke up and was shocked to see his donkey transformed like this. "Oh, for God’s sake," said the scholar, "take this bridle out of my mouth and this load off my back. How did I end up here?" replied the old man. "Well," said the scholar, "my dad, who’s a necromancer, turned me into a donkey because I did something to annoy him. But now he’s changed his mind, and I’ve returned to my original form. Please let me go home and thank him." "Sure," said the pottery seller, "I want nothing to do with magic," and he freed the scholar, who went straight to his friends, who were busy celebrating with the money they made from selling the donkey. The old guy, meanwhile, had to go to the fair the next day to look for a new donkey, and after checking out several, he was shown his own as a decent option. "Oh!" he said, "Have he and his father had another falling out already? No way, I want nothing to do with him."
68. Mr. Congreve going up the water in a boat, one of the watermen told him, as they passed by Peterborough House, that that house had sunk a story. No, friend, said he, I rather believe it is a story raised.
68. Mr. Congreve was going up the river in a boat when one of the watermen told him, as they passed Peterborough House, that the house had sunk a story. "No, my friend," he replied, "I think it’s actually a story that’s been raised."
69. The aforesaid house, which is the very last in London, one way, being rebuilt, a gentleman asked another, Who lived in it? His friend told him, Sir Robert Grosvenor. I don’t know, said the first, what estate Sir Robert has, but he ought to have a very good one; for nobody lives beyond him in the whole town.
69. The mentioned house, which is the very last one in London, is being rebuilt. A gentleman asked another, "Who lives there?" His friend replied, "Sir Robert Grosvenor." The first man said, "I’m not sure what property Sir Robert has, but it must be pretty good because no one lives beyond him in the entire town."
70. Two gentlemen disputing about religion, in Button’s Coffee-house, said one of them, I wonder, sir, you should talk of religion, when I’ll hold you five guineas you can’t say the Lord’s Prayer. Done, said the other, and Sir Richard Steele shall hold stakes. The money being deposited, the gentleman began with, I believe in God, and so went cleverly through the Creed. Well,[15] said the other, I own I have lost; I did not think he could have done it.
70. Two guys arguing about religion in Button’s Coffee-house, one of them said, "I’m surprised you’re talking about religion when I bet you five guineas you can’t say the Lord’s Prayer." "You're on," said the other, "and Sir Richard Steele can hold the stakes." After the money was placed, the guy started with, "I believe in God," and then smoothly went through the Creed. "Well," said the other, "I admit I’ve lost; I didn’t think he could do it."
71. A certain author was telling Dr. Sewel, that a passage he found fault with in his poem might be justified, and that he thought it a metaphor: It is such a one, said the doctor, as truly I never met-afore.
71. An author was telling Dr. Sewel that a line he criticized in his poem could be defended and that he considered it a metaphor. "It's a type I've honestly never encountered before," said the doctor.
72. King Henry VIII. designing to send a nobleman on an embassy to Francis I. at a very dangerous juncture, he begged to be excused, saying, such a threatening message to so hot a prince as Francis I. might go near to cost him his life. Fear not, said old Harry, if the French king should offer to take away your life, I would revenge you by taking off the heads of many Frenchmen now in my power. But of all those heads, replied the nobleman, there may not be one to fit my shoulders.
72. King Henry VIII wanted to send a nobleman on a mission to Francis I at a very risky time. The nobleman asked to be excused, saying that delivering such a threatening message to an impulsive prince like Francis I could cost him his life. "Don’t worry," said old Harry, "if the French king tries to take your life, I’ll get back at him by executing many Frenchmen who are under my control." But the nobleman replied, "Of all those heads, there might not be one that fits my shoulders."
73. A parson preaching a tiresome sermon on happiness or bliss; when he had done, a gentleman told him he had forgot one sort of happiness: Happy are they that did not hear your sermon.
73. A preacher giving a boring sermon on happiness or bliss; when he finished, a man told him he had forgotten one kind of happiness: Blessed are those who didn’t hear your sermon.
74. A country fellow, who was just come to London, gaping about in every shop he came to, at last looked into a scrivener’s, where seeing only one man sitting at a desk, he could not imagine what commodity was sold there; but calling to the clerk, Pray, sir, said he, what do you sell here?—Loggerheads, cried the other. Do you? answered the countryman; egad, then you’ve a special trade; for I see you have but one left.
74. A country guy, who had just arrived in London, was checking out every shop he passed. Eventually, he stopped at a scrivener’s and saw only one person sitting at a desk. He couldn’t figure out what was sold there, so he called to the clerk, “Excuse me, sir, what do you sell here?” “Loggerheads,” replied the clerk. “Oh really?,” said the countryman; "Wow, then you’ve got a unique business; I see you only have one left."
75. Manners, who was himself but lately made Earl of Rutland, told Sir Thomas More, He was too much elated by his preferment; that he verified the old proverb, “Honores mutant Mores.” No, my lord, said Sir Thomas, the pun will do much better in English, “Honors change Manners.”
75. Manners, who had just recently become the Earl of Rutland, told Sir Thomas More that he was becoming too proud due to his promotion; that he was proving the old saying, “Honores mutant Mores.” No, my lord, replied Sir Thomas, the pun works better in English, “Honors change Manners.”
76. A mayor of Yarmouth, in ancient times, being by his office a justice of the peace, and one who was willing to dispense the laws wisely, though he could hardly read, got him the statute book, where, finding a law against[16] firing a beacon, or causing any beacon to be fired, after nine of the clock at night; the poor man read it, frying bacon or causing any bacon to be fried; and accordingly went out the next night upon the scent, and being directed by his nose to the carrier’s house, he found the man and his wife both frying of bacon, the husband holding the pan while the wife turned it; being thus caught in the fact, and having nothing to say for themselves, his worship committed them both to jail without bail or mainprize.
76. A mayor of Yarmouth, back in the day, was a justice of the peace and wanted to enforce the laws wisely, even though he could barely read. He got himself a statute book and found a law against firing a beacon, or causing any beacon to be fired, after nine o'clock at night. The poor guy misread it as frying bacon or causing any bacon to be fried. So, the next night, he went out searching and, guided by his nose, made his way to the carrier’s house. He found the husband and wife both frying bacon, with the husband holding the pan while the wife flipped it. Caught in the act and unable to defend themselves, he threw them both in jail without bail or surety.
77. The late facetious Mr. Spiller, being at the rehearsal, on a Saturday morning, the time when the actors are usually paid, was asking another, Whether Mr. Wood, the treasurer of the house, had anything to say to them that morning: No, faith, Jemmy, replied the other, I’m afraid there’s no cole—(which is a cant word for money). Then, said Spiller, if there’s no cole we must burn Wood.
77. The late joking Mr. Spiller was at the rehearsal on a Saturday morning, which is usually when the actors get paid. He asked another actor if Mr. Wood, the theater's treasurer, had anything to tell them that morning. "No, honestly, Jemmy," the other replied, "I’m afraid there’s no cole" (which is slang for money). Then Spiller said, "If there's no cole, we must burn Wood."
78. A witty knave coming into a lace shop upon Ludgate Hill, said, he had occasion for a small quantity of very fine lace, and having pitched upon that he liked, asked the woman of the shop how much she would have for as much as could reach from one of his ears to the other, and measure which way she pleased, either over his head or under his chin. After some words they agreed, and he paid the money down, and began to measure, saying, One of my ears is here, and the other is nailed to the pillory in Bristol, therefore I fear you have not enough to make good the bargain; however, I will take this piece in part, and desire you will provide the rest with all expedition.
78. A clever trickster walked into a lace shop on Ludgate Hill and said he needed a small amount of very fine lace. After selecting the one he liked, he asked the shopkeeper how much she wanted for a piece that could reach from one of his ears to the other, measuring however she liked, whether over his head or under his chin. After some discussion, they agreed on a price, and he paid upfront. He then began to measure, saying, "One of my ears is here, and the other is nailed to the pillory in Bristol, so I’m afraid you might not have enough to fulfill this order. However, I’ll take this piece for now and kindly ask you to have the rest ready as soon as possible."
79. When Sir Cloudesly Shovel set out on his last expedition, there was a form of prayer composed by the Archbishop of Canterbury, for the success of the fleet, in which his grace made use of this unlucky expression, That he begged God would be a rock of defence to the fleet; which occasioned the following lines to be made upon the monument set up for him in Westminster Abbey, he being cast away in that expedition on the rocks called The Bishop and his Clerks:
79. When Sir Cloudesly Shovel headed out on his final journey, the Archbishop of Canterbury wrote a prayer for the fleet's success. In the prayer, he unfortunately referred to God as a rock of defense for the fleet, which inspired the following lines on the monument erected for him in Westminster Abbey, since he was lost during that expedition on the rocks known as The Bishop and his Clerks:
80. A French marquis, being one day at dinner at the late Roger Williams’s, the famous punster and publican, and boasting of the happy genius of his nation, in projecting all the fine modes and fashions, particularly the ruffle, which, he said, was de fine ornament to de hand, and had been followed by all de oder nations. Roger allowed what he said, but observed at the same time, That the English, according to custom, had made a great improvement upon their invention, by adding the shirt to it.
80. One day at dinner at the late Roger Williams’s, the famous jokester and pub owner, a French marquis was bragging about the creative talent of his country in setting all the stylish trends, especially the ruffle, which he claimed was the ultimate accessory for the hand and had been adopted by all the other nations. Roger agreed with him but pointed out that the English, as usual, had enhanced the original idea by adding the shirt to it.
81. A poor dirty shoe-boy going into a church, one Sunday evening, and seeing the parish boys standing in a row upon a bench to be catechized, he gets up himself, and stands in the very first place; so the parson, of course beginning with him, asked him, What is your name? Rugged and Tough, answered he; Who gave you that name? said Domine: Why the boys in our alley, replied poor Rugged and Tough.
81. A poor, dirty shoe-shine boy walked into a church one Sunday evening and saw the local boys lined up on a bench to be questioned. He stepped up and took the very first spot. So the pastor, starting with him, asked, "What’s your name?" "Rugged and Tough," he replied. "Who gave you that name?" the pastor asked. "The boys in our alley," answered poor Rugged and Tough.
82. A prince laughing at one of his courtiers, whom he had employed in several embassies, told him he looked like an owl. I know not, answered the courtier, what I look like; but this I know, that I have had the honor several times to represent your majesty’s person.
82. A prince, laughing at one of his courtiers whom he had sent on several missions, told him he looked like an owl. "I don’t know what I look like," the courtier replied, "but I do know that I’ve had the honor of representing your majesty several times."
83. A lady’s age happening to be questioned, she affirmed she was but forty, and called upon a gentleman who was in company, for his opinion: Cousin, said she, do you believe I am in the right when I say I am but forty? I am sure, madam, replied he, I ought not to dispute it; for I have constantly heard you say so for above these ten years.
83. When someone asked a woman her age, she said she was only forty and asked a gentleman present for his opinion: "Cousin," she said, "do you think I’m right when I say I’m only forty?" "I’m sure, ma’am," he replied, "I shouldn’t argue with you; I’ve heard you say that for over ten years."
84. A Venetian ambassador, going to the court of Rome, passed through Florence, when he went to pay[18] his respects to the Duke of Tuscany. The duke complaining to him of the ambassador the state of Venice had sent him, as a man unworthy of his public character. Your highness, said he, must not wonder at it, for we have many idle pates at Venice. So have we, replied the duke, in Florence; but we do not send them to treat of public affairs.
84. A Venetian ambassador, traveling to the court in Rome, stopped in Florence to pay[18] his respects to the Duke of Tuscany. The duke expressed his concerns about the ambassador that Venice had sent, describing him as unworthy of his position. "Your highness," he said, "shouldn't be surprised; we have plenty of lazy folks in Venice." "So do we," replied the duke, "in Florence; but we don’t send them to handle public matters."
85. It being proved in a trial at Guildhall, that a man’s name was really Inch, who pretended it was Linch, I see, said the judge, the old proverb is verified in this man, who being allowed an Inch has taken an L.
85. It was proven in a trial at Guildhall that a man's name was actually Inch, even though he claimed it was Linch. "I see," said the judge, "the old proverb holds true in this case, where a man who was given an Inch has taken an L."
86. A certain person came to a cardinal in Rome, and told him that he had brought his reverence a dainty white palfrey, but he fell lame by the way. Saith the cardinal to him, I’ll tell thee what thou shalt do; go to such a cardinal, and such a one, naming half a dozen, and tell them the same; and so as thy horse, if it had been sound, could have pleased but one, with this lame horse thou shalt please half a dozen.
86. A certain person came to a cardinal in Rome and told him that he had brought him a fine white horse, but it got lame along the way. The cardinal said to him, "Here’s what you should do: go to this cardinal and that one," naming half a dozen, "and tell them the same thing; just like your horse, if it had been healthy, would have pleased only one person, with this lame horse, you’ll please half a dozen."
87. The Emperor Augustus being shown a young Grecian who very much resembled him, asked the young man if his mother had not been at Rome—No, sir, answered the Grecian, but my father has.
87. The Emperor Augustus was shown a young Greek who looked a lot like him. He asked the young man if his mother had ever been to Rome. The Greek replied, "No, sir, but my father has."
88. Cato, the censor, being asked how it came to pass that he had no statue erected for him, who had so well deserved of the commonwealth? I had rather, said he, have this question asked, than why I had one.
88. Cato the censor was asked how it happened that he had no statue made for him, despite having done so much for the community. He replied, “I’d rather have this question asked than why I do have one.”
89. A lady coming into a room hastily with her mantua brushed down a Cremona fiddle that lay on a chair, and broke it; upon which, a gentleman that was present, burst into this exclamation from Virgil:
89. A lady rushed into a room with her dress flowing and accidentally knocked a Cremona violin off a chair, breaking it. In response, a gentleman who was there exclaimed this from Virgil:
90. A devout gentleman being very earnest in his prayers in the church, it happened that a pickpocket, being near him, stole away his watch, who, having ended his prayers, missed it, and complained to his friend that[19] his watch was lost while he was at prayers; to which his friend replied, Had you watched as well as prayed, your watch had been secure; adding these following lines:
90. A devoted man was really focused on his prayers in church when a pickpocket nearby stole his watch. After he finished his prayers, he noticed it was missing and told his friend about it. His friend replied, "If you had paid as much attention to your surroundings as you did to your prayers, your watch would still be safe," adding these following lines:
91. A lieutenant-colonel to one of the Irish regiments in the French service, being dispatched by the Duke of Berwick from Fort-Keil to the King of France, with a complaint relating to some irregularities that had happened in the regiment; his majesty, with some emotion of mind, told him, that the Irish troops gave him more uneasiness than all his forces besides. Sir, said the officer, all your majesty’s enemies make the same complaint.
91. A lieutenant-colonel from one of the Irish regiments in the French service was sent by the Duke of Berwick from Fort-Keil to the King of France with a complaint about some irregularities that had occurred in the regiment. The king, somewhat troubled, told him that the Irish troops caused him more worry than all his other forces combined. The officer replied, "Sir, all your majesty’s enemies make the same complaint."
92. Mr. G——n, the surgeon, being sent for to a gentleman who had just received a slight wound in a rencounter, gave orders to his servant to go home with all haste imaginable, and fetch a certain plaister; the patient turning a little pale, Lord, sir, said he, I hope there is no danger? Yes, indeed, is there, answered the surgeon, for if the fellow don’t set up a good pair of heels, the wound will heal before he returns.
92. Mr. G——n, the surgeon, was called to a man who had just gotten a minor wound in a fight. He instructed his servant to rush home and get a specific ointment. The patient, looking a bit pale, said, “Lord, sir, I hope there’s no danger?” “Oh yes, there is,” replied the surgeon, “because if that guy doesn’t hurry up, the wound will heal before he gets back.”
93. Not many years ago, a certain temporal peer having, in a most pathetic and elegant speech, exposed the vices and irregularities of the clergy, and vindicated the gentlemen of the army from some imputations unjustly laid upon them: A prelate, irritated at the nature, as well as at the length of the speech, desired to know when the noble lord would leave off preaching? The other answered, The very day he was made a bishop.
93. Not too long ago, a certain nobleman, in a very moving and eloquent speech, pointed out the flaws and misconduct of the clergy and defended the gentlemen in the army against some unjust accusations. A bishop, annoyed by both the content and length of the speech, asked when the noble lord would stop preaching. The other replied, The very day he became a bishop.
94. It chanced that a merchant ship was so violently tossed in a storm at sea, that all, despairing of safety, betook themselves to prayer, saving one mariner, who was ever wishing to see two stars: O! said he, that I could but see two stars, or but one of the two; and of these words he made so frequent repetition, that disturbing the meditations of the rest, at length one asked him what two stars, or what one star he meant? To[20] whom he replied, O! that I could but see the Star in Cheapside, or the Star in Coleman Street, I care not which.
94. It happened that a merchant ship was tossed around so violently in a storm at sea that everyone on board, losing hope for safety, turned to prayer, except for one sailor, who kept wishing to see two stars. “Oh!” he said, “if I could just see two stars, or even just one of them.” He repeated these words so often that he interrupted the others' prayers, until finally one of them asked him what two stars or what one star he was talking about. He replied, “Oh! if I could just see the Star in Cheapside, or the Star in Coleman Street, I don’t care which.”
95. Dr. Heylin, a noted author, especially for his Cosmography, happened to lose his way going to Oxford, in the forest of Whichwood, being then attended by one of his brother’s men, the man earnestly entreated him to lead the way; but the doctor telling him he did not know it! How, said the fellow, that is very strange, that you who have made a book of the whole world, cannot find the way out of this little wood.
95. Dr. Heylin, a well-known author, particularly for his Cosmography, got lost on his way to Oxford in the Whichwood forest. He was accompanied by one of his brother's servants, who urgently asked him to show the way. But the doctor replied that he didn’t know the way! The servant said, “That’s really odd, considering you wrote a book about the entire world, yet you can’t find your way out of this small forest.”
96. Monsieur Vaugelas having obtained a pension from the French king, on the interest of Cardinal Richelieu, the cardinal told him he hoped he would not forget the word pension in his dictionary. No, my lord, said Vaugelas, nor the word gratitude.
96. Monsieur Vaugelas, having received a pension from the French king thanks to Cardinal Richelieu, the cardinal expressed his hope that Vaugelas wouldn’t forget the word pension in his dictionary. No, my lord, Vaugelas replied, nor the word gratitude.
97. A melting sermon being preached in a country church, all fell a weeping but one man, who being asked why he did not weep with the rest? Oh! said he, I belong to another parish.
97. During a heartfelt sermon in a country church, everyone started crying except for one man. When asked why he wasn't crying like the others, he replied, "Oh! I belong to a different parish."
98. A gentleman who had been out a shooting, brought home a small bird with him, and having an Irish servant, he asked him if he had shot that little bird? Yes, he told him. Arrah! by my shoul, honey, replied the Irishman, it was not worth powder and shot; for this little thing would have died in the fall.
98. A man who had been out hunting brought home a small bird, and since he had an Irish servant, he asked him if he had shot that little bird. Yes, the servant replied. "Oh, my goodness, dear," said the Irishman, "it wasn't worth the powder and shot; that little thing would have died from the fall anyway."
99. An Irishman being at a tavern, where the cook was dressing some carp, observed some of them move after they were gutted and put into the pan, which very much surprising Teague, Well now, faith, said he, of all the Christian creatures that ever I saw, this same carp will live the longest after it is dead of any fish.
99. An Irishman was at a bar where the cook was preparing some carp. He noticed some of them still moving after being gutted and placed into the pan, which really surprised Teague. “Well now, I swear,” he said, “of all the creatures I've seen, this carp lives the longest after it's dead of any fish.”
100. A young fellow riding down a steep hill, and doubting the foot of it was boggish, called out to a clown that was ditching, and asked him if it was hard at the bottom. Ay, answered the countryman, it is hard enough at the bottom, I’ll warrant you. But in half a dozen steps the horse sunk up to the saddle skirts, which[21] made the young gallant whip, spur, curse and swear. Why, thou rascal, said he to the ditcher, didst thou not tell me it was hard at bottom? Ay, replied the other, but you are not half way to the bottom yet.
100. A young guy riding down a steep hill, unsure if the ground would be muddy at the bottom, called out to a farmer who was working in a ditch and asked him if it was solid down there. "Yeah," said the farmer, "it's solid enough at the bottom, I promise you." But a few steps later, the horse sunk, nearly up to its saddle, which made the young man start whipping, spurring, cursing, and swearing. "Why, you idiot," he yelled at the ditcher, "didn’t you say it was solid at the bottom?" "Yeah," the farmer replied, "but you’re not halfway to the bottom yet."
101. It was said of one who remembered everything that he lent, but quite forgot what he borrowed, that he had lost half his memory.
101. It was said of someone who remembered everything he lent but totally forgot what he borrowed that he had lost half of his memory.
102. One speaking of Titus Oates, said, he was a villain in grain, and deserved to be well threshed.
102. Someone talking about Titus Oates said he was a complete villain and deserved to be punished severely.
103. It was said of Henry Duke of Guise, that he was the greatest usurer in all France, for he had turned all his estate into obligations—meaning he had sold and mortgaged his patrimony to make presents to other men.
103. People said that Henry, Duke of Guise, was the biggest moneylender in all of France because he had converted all his property into loans—meaning he had sold and mortgaged his inheritance to give gifts to others.
104. An Englishman and a Welchman disputing in whose country was the best living; said the Welchman, There is such noble housekeeping in Wales, that I have known above a dozen cooks employed at one wedding dinner. Ay, answered the Englishman, that was because every man toasted his own cheese.
104. An Englishman and a Welshman were arguing about which country had the better hospitality. The Welshman said, "Wales has such great hospitality that I've seen more than a dozen cooks working at one wedding dinner." "Yeah," replied the Englishman, "that's because everyone toasted their own cheese."
105. The late Sir Godfrey Kneller had always a great contempt, I will not pretend to say how justly, for Jervis the painter; and being one day about twenty miles from London, one of his servants told him at dinner, that there was Mr. Jervis come that day into the same town with a coach and four. Ay, said Sir Godfrey, but if his horses draw no better than himself, they will never carry him to town again.
105. The late Sir Godfrey Kneller always had a strong dislike, and I won’t say how justified it was, for the painter Jervis. One day, about twenty miles from London, one of his servants mentioned at dinner that Mr. Jervis had come into the same town that day with a coach and four horses. “Oh really,” said Sir Godfrey, “but if his horses pull any worse than he does, they’ll never take him back to town again.”
106. A gentleman asked Nanny Rochford why the Whigs, in their mourning for Queen Anne, all wore silk stockings? Because, says she, the Tories were worsted.
106. A gentleman asked Nanny Rochford why the Whigs, in their mourning for Queen Anne, all wore silk stockings. Because, she said, the Tories were defeated.
107. A counsellor pleading at the bar with spectacles on, who was blind with one eye, said he would produce nothing but what was ad rem. Then, said one of the adverse party, you must take out one glass of your spectacles, which I am sure is of no use.
107. A lawyer speaking in court with glasses on, who was blind in one eye, said he would only present evidence that was relevant. Then, someone from the opposing side said, you should take off one lens of your glasses, as I’m sure it’s not helpful.
108. The famous Tom Thynne, who was very remarkable for his good housekeeping and hospitality, standing[22] one day at his gate in the country, a beggar coming up to him cried, He begged his worship would give him a mug of his small beer. Why, how now, said he, what times are these, when beggars must be choosers! I say, bring this fellow a mug of strong beer.
108. The well-known Tom Thynne, notable for his excellent housekeeping and hospitality, was standing[22] one day at his gate in the countryside when a beggar approached him and asked if he could have a mug of his weak beer. Tom responded, "What’s going on these days, where beggars can make requests? I say, bring this man a mug of strong beer."
109. It was said of a person, who always ate at other people’s tables, and was a great railer, that he never opened his mouth but to somebody’s cost.
109. People said about someone who always ate at other people's tables and loved to complain that he never opened his mouth without it costing someone something.
110. Pope Sixtus Quintus, who was a poor man’s son, and his father’s house ill thatched, so that the sun came in at many places of it, would himself make a jest of his birth, and say, That he was nato di casa illustre.
110. Pope Sixtus Quintus, the son of a poor man, came from a home with a poorly thatched roof, letting sunlight in through many spots. He would often joke about his humble beginnings, saying that he was nato di casa illustre.
111. Diogenes begging, as was the custom among many philosophers, asked a prodigal man for more than any one else; whereupon one said to him, I see your business, that when you find a liberal mind, you will make the most of him. No, said Diogenes, but I mean to beg of the rest again.
111. Diogenes, who often begged like many philosophers did, asked a generous man for more than anyone else. Someone then said to him, "I see what you're doing, trying to take advantage of a generous person." Diogenes replied, "No, I'm just planning to ask the others again."
112. Dr. Sewel, and two or three more gentlemen, walking towards Hampstead on a summer’s day, were met by the famous Daniel Purcell, who was very importunate with them to know upon what account they were going there. The doctor merrily answering him, To make hay. Very well, replied the other, you will be there at a very convenient season, the country wants rakes.
112. Dr. Sewel and two or three other gentlemen, walking towards Hampstead on a summer day, were stopped by the famous Daniel Purcell, who was very eager to ask them why they were going there. The doctor cheerfully replied, "To make hay." "That's great," said Purcell, "you'll be there at just the right time; the countryside needs rakes."
113. A gentleman speaking of his servant said, I believe I command more than any man; for before my servant will obey me in one thing, I must command him ten times over.
113. A nice guy talking about his servant said, I think I have more control than anyone else; because before my servant will listen to me on one thing, I have to tell him ten times.
114. A poor fellow who was carrying to execution, had a reprieve just as he came to the gallows, and was carried back by a sheriff’s officer, who told him he was a happy fellow, and asked him if he knew nothing of the reprieve beforehand? No, replied the fellow, nor thought any more of it than I did of my dying day.
114. A poor guy who was on his way to be executed got a reprieve right as he reached the gallows. A sheriff’s officer took him back and told him he was a lucky guy, asking if he had any idea about the reprieve beforehand. “No,” the guy replied, “I didn’t think about it any more than I did about my last day on earth.”
115. A countryman admiring the stately fabric of St. Paul’s, asked, whether it was made in England, or brought from beyond sea?
115. A farmer, admiring the impressive structure of St. Paul's, asked whether it was made in England or brought in from overseas.
116. Fabricius, the Roman consul, showed a great nobleness of mind, when the physician of King Pyrrhus made him a proposal to poison his master, by sending the physician back to Pyrrhus, with these memorable words; Learn, O king, to make better choice both of thy friends and of thy foes.
116. Fabricius, the Roman consul, displayed great nobility when the physician of King Pyrrhus suggested poisoning his master. He sent the physician back to Pyrrhus with these unforgettable words: "Learn, O king, to choose your friends and enemies more wisely."
117. A soldier was bragging before Julius Cæsar of the wounds he had received in his face. Cæsar, knowing him to be a coward, told him he had best take heed the next time he ran away, how he looked back.
117. A soldier was boasting to Julius Caesar about the wounds he had on his face. Caesar, aware that he was a coward, advised him to be careful next time he ran away and to watch how he looked back.
118. The Trojans sending ambassadors to condole with Tiberius, upon the death of his father-in-law, Augustus, it was so long after, that the emperor hardly thought it a compliment; but told them he was likewise sorry that they had lost so valiant a knight as Hector [slain above a thousand years before].
118. The Trojans sent ambassadors to express their condolences to Tiberius after the death of his father-in-law, Augustus. It had been such a long time since that the emperor hardly saw it as a compliment. He told them he was also sorry they had lost such a brave knight as Hector [who was killed over a thousand years earlier].
119. Cato Major used to say, That wise men learnt more from fools, than fools from wise men.
119. Cato Major used to say that wise people learn more from fools than fools learn from wise people.
120. A braggadocio chancing, upon an occasion, to run away full speed, was asked by one, What was become of that courage he used so much to talk of? It is got, said he, all into my heels.
120. A boastful guy, trying to run away quickly, was asked by someone what happened to the courage he always talked about. He replied, "It’s all in my legs now."
121. Somebody asked my Lord Bacon what he thought of poets? Why, said he, I think them the very best writers next to those who write in prose.
121. Someone asked my Lord Bacon what he thought of poets. Well, he said, I think they are the best writers after those who write in prose.
122. A profligate young nobleman, being in company with some sober people, desired leave to toast the devil. The gentleman, who sat next to him, said, He had no objection to any of his lordship’s friends.
122. A reckless young nobleman, being with some more serious people, asked for permission to toast the devil. The man sitting next to him said he had no problem with any of the nobleman's friends.
123. A Scotsman was very angry with an English gentleman, who, he said, had abused him, and called him, false Scot. Indeed, said the Englishman, I said no such thing, but that you were a true Scot.
123. A Scottish man was really angry with an English gentleman, who he claimed had insulted him and called him a false Scot. "Actually," said the Englishman, "I didn't say that at all. I said you were a true Scot."
124. The late Commissary-General G—ley, who once kept a glass-shop, having Colonel P—c—k’s regiment under a muster, made great complaints of the men’s appearance, &c., and said that the regiment ought to be[24] broke. Then, sir, said the Colonel, perhaps you think a regiment is as soon broke as a looking-glass.
124. The late Commissary-General G—ley, who used to run a glass shop, was supervising Colonel P—c—k’s regiment and made a lot of complaints about how the men looked, etc., saying that the regiment should be[24] disbanded. Then, sir, the Colonel replied, maybe you think a regiment can be disbanded as easily as a looking glass can be broken.
125. Curll, the bookseller, being under examination at the bar of the House of Lords, for publishing the posthumous works of the late Duke of Buckingham, without leave of the family, told their Lordships in his defence, That if the duke was living, he was sure he would readily pardon the offence.
125. Curll, the bookseller, being examined at the bar of the House of Lords for publishing the posthumous works of the late Duke of Buckingham without the family's permission, told their Lordships in his defense that if the duke were alive, he was sure he would easily forgive the offense.
126. Mr. E—ll—s, the painter, having finished a very good picture of Figg, the prize-fighter, who had been famous in getting the better of several Irishmen of the same profession, the piece was shown to old Johnson the player, who was told at the same time, that Mr. E—ll—s designed to have a mezzotinto print taken from it, but wanted a motto to be put under it. Then, said old Johnson, I’ll give you one: A Fig for the Irish.
126. Mr. E—ll—s, the painter, having finished a really good picture of Figg, the prize-fighter, who was known for defeating several Irishmen in the same field, showed the piece to old Johnson the actor. At the same time, he was informed that Mr. E—ll—s intended to have a mezzotint print made from it, but needed a motto to go underneath it. Then, said old Johnson, I’ll give you one: A Fig for the Irish.
127. A gentleman coming to an inn in Smithfield, and seeing the ostler expert and tractable about the horses, asked how long he had lived there, and what countryman he was? I’se Yorkshire, said the fellow, and ha’ lived sixteen years here. I wonder, replied the gentleman, that, in so long a time, so clever a fellow as you seem to be, have not come to be master of the inn yourself. Ay, answered the ostler, but maister’s Yorkshire too.
127. A man arriving at an inn in Smithfield noticed the groom was skilled and easygoing with the horses. He asked him how long he had been working there and where he was from. "I’m from Yorkshire," said the man, "and I’ve lived here for sixteen years." The gentleman replied, "I’m surprised that in all that time, someone as capable as you hasn’t become the owner of the inn yourself." "Yeah," the groom answered, "but the owner’s from Yorkshire too."
128. The late Colonel Chartres, reflecting on his ill life and character, told a certain nobleman, that if such a thing as a good name was to be purchased, he would freely give 10,000l. for one. The nobleman said, it would certainly be the worst money he ever laid out in his life. Why so? said the honest Colonel. Because, answered the lord, you would forfeit it again in less than a week.
128. The late Colonel Chartres, thinking about his troubled life and character, told a certain nobleman that if he could buy a good reputation, he would gladly pay £10,000 for one. The nobleman replied that it would definitely be the worst money he ever spent. "Why’s that?" asked the honest Colonel. "Because," the lord said, "you would lose it again in less than a week."
129. A seedy, poor, half-pay captain, who was much given to blabbing everything he heard, was told, There was but one secret in the world he could keep, and that was, where he lodged.
129. A shabby, broke, part-time captain, who couldn’t help but spill everything he heard, was told there was only one secret in the world he could keep, and that was where he stayed.
130. Jack M—n going one day into the apartments in[25] St. James’s, found a lady of his acquaintance sitting in one of the windows, who very courteously asked him to sit down by her, telling him there was a place. No, madam, said he, I do not come to court for a place. If the gentle reader should have a desire to repeat this story, let him not make the same blunder that a certain English-Irish foolish lord did, who made the lady ask Jack to sit down by her, telling him there was room.
130. One day, Jack M—n went to the apartments in [25] St. James’s and found a lady he knew sitting in one of the windows. She politely invited him to sit next to her, saying there was a spot available. “No, madam,” he replied, “I didn’t come to court for a spot.” If the kind reader wants to share this story, please don’t make the same mistake that a certain foolish English-Irish lord did, who had the lady invite Jack to sit next to her, saying there was space.
131. A certain lady of quality sending her Irish footman to fetch home a pair of new stays, strictly charged him to take coach if it rained, for fear of wetting them: but a great shower of rain falling, the fellow returned with the stays dropping wet; and being severely reprimanded for not doing as he was ordered to do, he said, he had obeyed her orders. How then, answered the lady, could the stays be wet, if you took them into the coach with you? No, replied Teague, I knew my place better, I did not go into the coach, but rode behind, as I always used to do.
131. A certain lady of high status sent her Irish footman to pick up a new pair of stays and instructed him to take a coach if it rained, to avoid getting them wet. However, when a heavy downpour occurred, he returned with the stays completely soaked. After being harshly scolded for not following her instructions, he insisted that he had obeyed her. “Then how could the stays be wet if you took them in the coach with you?” the lady asked. “No,” replied Teague, “I knew my place better. I didn’t get in the coach, but rode behind, as I always do.”
132. Tom Warner, the late publisher of newspapers and pamphlets, being very near his end, a gentlewoman in the neighbourhood sending her maid to inquire how he did? he bid the girl tell her mistress, That he hoped he was going to the new Jerusalem. Ay, dear sir, said she, I dare say the air of Islington would do you more good.
132. Tom Warner, the late publisher of newspapers and pamphlets, being very close to his end, a woman in the neighborhood sent her maid to ask how he was doing. He told the girl to tell her mistress that he hoped he was going to the new Jerusalem. "Oh, dear sir," she said, "I’m sure the air of Islington would do you more good."
133. The deputies of Rochelle attending to speak with Henry the Fourth of France, met with a physician who had renounced the Protestant religion, and embraced the Popish communion, whom they began to revile most grievously. The king, hearing of it, told the deputies, he advised them to change their religion too; for it is a dangerous symptom, said he, that your religion is not long lived, when a physician has given it over.
133. The deputies from Rochelle who went to talk with Henry the Fourth of France encountered a doctor who had abandoned the Protestant faith and joined the Catholic Church. They started to insult him harshly. When the king heard about this, he told the deputies that they should consider changing their religion as well; because, he remarked, it’s a bad sign for your faith when a physician has given it up.
134. Two Oxford scholars meeting on the road with a Yorkshire ostler, they fell to bantering him, and told the fellow that they would prove him to be a horse or an ass. Well, said the ostler, and I can prove your saddle to be a mule. A mule! cried one of them, how can[26] that be? Because, said the ostler, it is something between a horse and an ass.
134. Two Oxford scholars were walking down the road and bumped into a stable worker from Yorkshire. They started teasing him and claimed they could prove he was either a horse or a donkey. The stable worker replied, “Well, I can prove your saddle is a mule.” “A mule!” one of them exclaimed, “How is that possible?” The stable worker said, “Because it’s something in between a horse and a donkey.”
135. A Frenchman travelling between Dover and London, came into an inn to lodge, when the host, perceiving him a close-fisted cur, having called for nothing but a pint of beer and a pennyworth of bread, to eat with a salad he gathered by the way, resolved to fit him for it, therefore seemed to pay him an extraordinary respect, laid him a clean cloth for supper, and complimented him with the best bed in the house. In the morning he set a good salad before him, with cold meat, butter, &c., which provoked the monsieur to the generosity of calling for half-a-pint of wine; then coming to pay, the host gave him a bill, which, for the best bed, wine, salad, and other appurtenances, he had enhanced to the value of twenty shillings. Jernie, says the Frenchman, twenty shillings! Vat you mean? But all his spluttering was in vain; for the host, with a great deal of tavern elocution, made him sensible nothing could be abated. The monsieur, therefore, seeing no remedy but patience, seemed to pay it cheerfully. After which, he told the host, that his house being extremely troubled with rats, he could give him a receipt to drive them away, so as they should never return again. The host being very desirous to be rid of those troublesome guests, who were every day doing him one mischief or another, at length concluded to give monsieur twenty shillings for a receipt: which done, Big-gar, says the monsieur, you make a de rat one such bill as you make me, and if ever dey trouble your house again, me will be hang.
135. A Frenchman traveling between Dover and London stopped at an inn to stay the night, and the innkeeper, noticing he was quite stingy since he only ordered a pint of beer and a small amount of bread to eat with a salad he had picked up on the way, decided to treat him differently. He rolled out the red carpet, set a clean tablecloth for dinner, and offered him the best bed in the place. In the morning, he served a nice salad with cold meat, butter, and so on, which prompted the Frenchman to generously ask for half a pint of wine. When it came time to settle the bill, the innkeeper presented him with a charge that included the best bed, wine, salad, and other items, which totaled twenty shillings. "Twenty shillings!" exclaimed the Frenchman, "What do you mean?" But all his protests were useless, as the innkeeper, with a lot of tavern flair, insisted nothing could be taken off. So, seeing no way out but to endure it, the Frenchman handed over the money with a smile. Afterward, he told the innkeeper that his house was plagued with rats and that he could give him a recipe to get rid of them for good. The innkeeper, eager to be rid of those troublesome pests that caused him problems every day, finally agreed to pay the Frenchman twenty shillings for the recipe. Once the deal was done, the Frenchman said, "You make a bill for the rats as you did for me, and if they ever bother your house again, I’ll hang."
136. A Westminster justice taking coach in the city, and being set down at Youngman’s Coffee-house, Charing Cross, the driver demanded eighteenpence as his fare, the justice asked him if he would swear the ground came to the money. The man said, He would take his oath on’t. The justice replied, Friend, I’m a magistrate; and pulling the book out of his pocket, administered the oath, and then gave the fellow sixpence, saying, he must reserve the shilling to himself for the affidavit.
136. A Westminster magistrate took a coach in the city and got dropped off at Youngman’s Coffee-house, Charing Cross. The driver asked for eighteen pence as his fare, and the magistrate asked if he would swear that the distance justified the charge. The man said he would swear to it. The magistrate replied, "Friend, I'm a magistrate," and pulled a book out of his pocket to administer the oath. He then gave the driver six pence, saying he needed to keep the shilling for the affidavit.
137. A countryman passing along the Strand, saw a coach overturned, and asking what the matter was, he was told, That three or four members of parliament were overturned in that coach. Oh! says he, there let them lie; my father always advised me not to meddle with state affairs.
137. A man from the countryside walking along the Strand saw a coach that had turned over. When he asked what happened, he was told that three or four members of parliament were in that coach. "Oh!" he said, "let them lie there; my father always told me not to get involved in politics."
138. One saying that Mr. Dennis was an excellent critic, was answered, That indeed his writings were much to be valued; for that by his criticism, he taught men how to write well; and by his poetry showed them what it was to write ill; so that the world was sure to edify by him.
138. When someone said that Mr. Dennis was an excellent critic, it was replied that his writings were indeed highly valued; because through his criticism, he taught people how to write well, and through his poetry, he demonstrated what bad writing looks like, ensuring that the world could learn from him.
139. One going to see a friend who had lain a considerable time in the Marshalsea prison, in a starving condition, was persuading him, rather than lie there in that miserable case, to go to sea; which not agreeing with his high spirit, I thank you for your advice, replied the prisoner, but if I go to sea, I’m resolved it shall be upon good ground.
139. A person visiting a friend who had been stuck in the Marshalsea prison for a long time and was in bad shape was trying to convince him that instead of staying there in such a miserable situation, he should go to sea. The prisoner, not liking that suggestion because of his pride, said, "I appreciate your advice, but if I go to sea, I’m determined it will be for a good reason."
140. A drunken fellow carrying his wife’s bible to pawn for a quartern of gin, to an ale-house, the man of the house refused to take it. What, said the fellow, will neither my word nor the word of God pass with you?
140. A drunk guy was taking his wife's Bible to pawn for a quarter of gin at a bar, but the bartender refused to take it. "What," said the guy, "will neither my word nor the word of God work for you?"
141. A certain Justice of the Peace not far from Clerkenwell, in the first year of King George the First, when his clerk was reading a mittimus to him, coming to Anno Domini 1714, he cried out with some warmth, And why not Georgio Domini? sure, you forget yourself strangely.
141. A certain Justice of the Peace not far from Clerkenwell, in the first year of King George the First, when his clerk was reading a mittimus to him, coming to Anno Domini 1714, he exclaimed with some annoyance, "And why not Georgio Domini? You're forgetting yourself quite a bit."
142. A certain nobleman, a courtier, in the beginning of the late reign, coming out of the House of Lords, accosted the Duke of Buckingham, with, How does your pot boil, my lord, these troublesome times? To which his grace replied, I never go into my kitchen, but I dare say the scum is uppermost.
142. A nobleman and courtier, at the start of the recent reign, came out of the House of Lords and approached the Duke of Buckingham, asking, "How's your situation these tough times, my lord?" To which the Duke replied, "I never go into my kitchen, but I can imagine the mess is at the top."
143. The Lord North and Grey being once at an assembly at the Theatre Royal in the Haymarket, was[28] pleased to tell Mr. Heidigger, he would make him a present of 100l., if he could produce an uglier face in the whole kingdom, than his, the said Heidigger’s, within a year and a day. Mr. Heidigger went instantly and fetched a looking-glass, and presented it to his lordship, saying, He did not doubt but that his lordship had honour enough to keep his promise.
143. Lord North and Grey were once at a gathering at the Theatre Royal in the Haymarket when he told Mr. Heidigger that he would give him 100l. if he could find an uglier face in the entire kingdom than Heidigger’s within a year and a day. Mr. Heidigger immediately went and got a mirror, presenting it to his lordship and saying that he was sure his lordship had enough honor to keep his promise.
144. A person who had an unmeasurable stomach, coming to a cook-shop to dine, said, it was not his way to have his meat cut, but to pay 8d. for his ordinary; which the cook seemed to think reasonable enough, and so set a shoulder of mutton before him of a half-crown price, to cut where he pleased; with which he so played the cormorant, that he devoured all but the bone, paid his ordinary and trooped off. The next time he came, the cook casting a sheep’s-eye at him, desired him to agree for his victual, for he’d have no more ordinaries. Why? says he, I am sure I paid you an ordinary price.
144. A guy with an insatiable appetite went to a restaurant to eat and said he didn’t want his meat cut up but was happy to pay 8d for his meal. The chef thought that was fair enough and served him a shoulder of mutton worth two and six, letting him cut it however he liked. He devoured everything except the bone, paid for his meal, and left. The next time he came in, the chef gave him a cautious look and asked him to agree on a price for his food because he wasn’t going to serve him any more meals like that. “Why not?” the guy replied, “I’m sure I paid you the regular price.”
145. The extravagant Duke of Buckingham (Villiers) once said in a melancholy humour, he was afraid he should die a beggar, which was the most terrible thing in the world; upon which a friend of his grace replied, No, my lord, there is a more terrible thing than that, and which you have reason to fear, and that is, that you will live a beggar.
145. The extravagant Duke of Buckingham (Villiers) once said in a sad mood that he was afraid he would die a beggar, which he thought was the worst thing in the world. To that, a friend of his replied, "No, my lord, there's something worse you should fear, and that's living as a beggar."
146. The same noble Duke, another time, was making his complaint to Sir John Cutler, a rich miser, of the disorder of his affairs, and asked him what he should do to prevent the ruin of his estate? Live as I do, my lord, said Sir John. That I can do, answered the duke, when I am ruined.
146. The same noble Duke, at another time, was complaining to Sir John Cutler, a wealthy miser, about the chaos of his affairs, and asked him what he should do to avoid losing his estate. "Live like I do, my lord," replied Sir John. "I can do that," answered the duke, "once I'm ruined."
147. At another time a person who had long been a dependant on His Grace, begged his interest for him at court; and to press the thing more home upon the duke, said, he had nobody to depend upon but God and His Grace. Then, said the duke, you are in a miserable way; for you could not have pitched upon any two persons who have less interest at court.
147. At another time, someone who had relied on His Grace for a long time asked for his help at court. To go further, he said he had nobody to rely on except God and His Grace. The duke replied, "You're in a tough spot because you couldn't have chosen two people with less influence at court."
148. The old Lord Strangford taking a bottle with the parson of the parish, was commending his own wine: Here, doctor, said he, I can send a couple of ho-ho-hounds to Fra-Fra-France (for his lordship had a great impediment in his speech) and have a ho-ho-hogs-head of this wine for them: What do you say to that, doctor? Why, replied he, I say, that your lordship has your wine dog cheap.
148. The old Lord Strangford was sharing a bottle with the local parson and bragging about his wine: “Here, doctor,” he said, “I can send a couple of hounds to France and get a hogshead of this wine for them. What do you think, doctor?” The parson replied, “I think, my lord, you’ve got your wine at a great bargain.”
149. The famous Jack Ogle of facetious memory, having borrowed on note five pounds, and failing the payment, the gentleman who had lent it, indiscreetly took occasion to talk of it in the public coffee-house, which obliged Jack to take notice of it, so that it came to a challenge. Being got into the field, the gentleman, a little tender in point of courage, offered him the note to make the matter up, to which our hero consented readily, and had the note delivered. But now, said the gentleman, if we should return without fighting, our companions will laugh at us; therefore, let’s give one another a slight scar, and say we wounded one another. With all my heart, says Jack; come, I’ll wound you first; so drawing his sword, he whipt it through the fleshy part of his antagonist’s arm, till he brought the very tears in his eyes. This being done, and the wound tied up with a handkerchief: Come, said the gentleman, where shall I wound you? Jack putting himself in a fighting posture, cried, Where you can, good sir. Well, well, said the other, I can swear I received this wound of you; and so marched off contentedly.
149. The famous Jack Ogle, known for his jokes, had borrowed five pounds on a promissory note and, after failing to repay it, the man who lent him the money carelessly mentioned it at the public coffee house. This forced Jack to respond, leading to a challenge. When they met in the field, the gentleman, a bit hesitant about fighting, offered him the note to settle things, which Jack quickly accepted, and the note was handed over. But then the gentleman said, if we go back without a fight, our friends will laugh at us; so let’s give each other a small wound and say we injured one another. Sounds good to me, replied Jack; I’ll wound you first. He drew his sword and made a quick cut in the fleshy part of the guy's arm, bringing tears to his eyes. Once that was done and the wound was tied up with a handkerchief, the gentleman asked, where should I wound you? Jack got into a fighting stance and exclaimed, wherever you can, good sir. The other man replied, well, I can honestly say I got this wound from you; and with that, he walked away satisfied.
150. A traveller coming into an inn once, on a very cold night, stood so near the fire that he burned his boots. An arch rogue that sat in the chimney corner, called out to him, Sir, you’ll burn your spurs presently. My boots you mean, I suppose? No, sir, said he, they are burned already.
150. A traveler walked into an inn one very cold night and stood so close to the fire that he burned his boots. A clever trickster sitting in the corner of the fireplace called out to him, “Sir, you’re going to burn your spurs soon.” “You mean my boots, I assume?” the traveler replied. “No, sir,” the trickster said, “they’re already burned.”
151. In eighty-eight, when Queen Elizabeth went from Temple Bar along Fleet Street, on some procession, the lawyers were ranged on one side of the way, and the citizens on the other; says the Lord Bacon, then a stu[30]dent, to a lawyer that stood next to him, Do but observe the courtiers; if they bow first to the citizens, they are in debt; if to us, they are in law.
151. In '88, when Queen Elizabeth passed from Temple Bar down Fleet Street during a procession, the lawyers lined one side of the road and the citizens lined the other. Lord Bacon, who was a student at the time, said to a lawyer standing next to him, "Just watch the courtiers; if they bow first to the citizens, they owe them money; if they bow to us, they’re in legal trouble."
152. Some gentlemen having a hare for supper at a tavern, the cook, instead of a pudding, had crammed the belly full of thyme, but had not above half roasted the hare, the legs being almost raw; which one of the company observing, said, There was too much thyme (time) in the belly, and too little in the legs.
152. Some gentlemen were having hare for dinner at a tavern, and the cook, instead of making a pudding, had stuffed the belly with thyme but hadn’t roasted the hare enough; the legs were nearly raw. One of the guests noticed this and said, “There’s too much thyme (time) in the belly and too little in the legs.”
153. Two countrymen, who had never seen a play in their lives, nor had any notion of it, went to the theatre in Drury Lane, when they placed themselves snug in the corner of the middle gallery; the first music played, which they liked well enough; then the second and third, to their great satisfaction: at length the curtain drew up, and three or four actors entered to begin the play; upon which one of the countrymen cried to the other, Come, Hodge, let’s be going, mayhap the gentlemen are talking about business.
153. Two farmers, who had never seen a play in their lives and had no idea what it was about, went to the theater in Drury Lane. They settled comfortably in a corner of the middle gallery. They enjoyed the first piece of music and liked the second and third even more. Finally, the curtain rose, and three or four actors came on stage to start the play. At this, one of the farmers said to the other, "Come on, Hodge, let’s head out. Maybe the guys are talking about business."
154. A countryman sowing his ground, two smart fellows riding that way, called to him with an insolent air, Well, honest fellow, said one of them, ’tis your business to sow, but we reap the fruits of your labour. To which the countryman replied, ’Tis very likely you may, truly; for I am sowing hemp.
154. A farmer was sowing his field when two clever guys rode by and called out to him with a swagger, "Hey there, honest man, it's your job to sow, but we enjoy the benefits of your work." The farmer replied, "That's probably true; I am sowing hemp."
155. Two inseparable comrades who rode in the guards in Flanders, had everything in common between them. One of them being an extravagant fellow, and unfit to be trusted with money, the other was always purse-bearer, which yet he gained little by, for the former would at night frequently pick his pocket to the last stiver; to prevent which, he bethought himself of a stratagem; and coming among his companions the next day, he told them he had bit his comrade. Ah, how? said they. Why, replied he, I hid my money in his own pocket last night, and I was sure he would never look for it there.
155. Two inseparable friends who served together in the guards in Flanders shared everything. One was reckless and couldn't be trusted with money, while the other always carried the cash. Despite that, he didn't benefit much from it because the first guy would often pick his pocket at night, stealing every last coin. To stop this, he came up with a plan; the next day, he told his friends that he had tricked his companion. "Oh really? How?" they asked. "Well," he replied, "I hid my money in his own pocket last night, and I knew he would never think to look there."
156. The famous Sir George Rook, when he was a captain in the marines, was quartered at a village where[31] he buried a pretty many of his men; at length the parson refused to perform the ceremony of their interment unless he was paid for it; which being told Captain Rook, he ordered six men of his company to carry the corpse of the soldier then dead, and lay him upon the parson’s hall-table. This so embarrassed the parson, that he sent the captain word, if he would fetch the man away, he would bury him and all his company for nothing.
156. The famous Sir George Rook, when he was a captain in the marines, was stationed at a village where[31] he buried quite a few of his men. Eventually, the parson refused to conduct the burial services unless he was paid for it. When Captain Rook heard this, he ordered six men from his unit to carry the body of the deceased soldier and place it on the parson's hall table. This so flustered the parson that he sent word to the captain that if he took the man away, he would bury him and all his men for free.
157. A reverend and charitable divine, for the benefit of the country where he resided, caused a large causeway to be begun; and as he was one day overlooking the work, a certain nobleman came by: Well, doctor, said he, for all your great pains and charity, I don’t take this to be the highway to heaven. Very true, replied the doctor, for if it had, I should have wondered to have met your lordship here.
157. A kind and charitable clergyman, wanting to help the community where he lived, had a large causeway started. One day, while he was supervising the work, a nobleman passed by. "Well, doctor," he said, "for all your hard work and generosity, I don’t think this is the way to heaven." "Very true," the doctor replied, "because if it were, I would be surprised to see you here."
158. Two Jesuits having packed together an innumerable parcel of miraculous lies, a person who heard them, without taking upon him to contradict them, told them one of his own: That at St. Alban’s there was a stone cistern, in which water was always preserved for the use of that saint, and that ever since, if a swine should drink out of it, he would instantly die. The Jesuits, hugging themselves at the story, set out the next day to St. Alban’s, where they found themselves miserably deceived. On their return, they upbraided the person with telling them so monstrous a story. Look you there now, said he, you told me a hundred lies t’other night, and I had more breeding than to contradict you: I told you but one, and you have rid twenty miles to confute me, which is very uncivil.
158. Two Jesuits packed together a huge bundle of unbelievable lies, and a person who heard them, without bothering to contradict them, shared one of his own: That at St. Alban’s there was a stone cistern where water was kept for the saint’s use, and that ever since, if a pig drank from it, it would immediately die. The Jesuits, pleased with the story, set out the next day to St. Alban’s, only to find themselves badly fooled. On their way back, they scolded the man for telling them such a ridiculous story. “Well, you see,” he said, “you told me a hundred lies the other night, and I had the courtesy not to argue with you: I told you just one, and you traveled twenty miles to prove me wrong, which is pretty rude.”
159. A Welchman and an Englishman vapouring one day at the fruitfulness of their countries, the Englishman said, there was a close near the town where he was born, which was so very fertile, that if a kiboo was thrown in overnight, it would be so covered with grass that it should be difficult to find it the next day. Splut, said the Welchman, what’s that? There’s a close where[32] hur was born, where you may put your horse in overnight, and not be able to find him next morning.
159. One day, a Welshman and an Englishman were bragging about how fertile their countries were. The Englishman said there was a field near his hometown that was so productive that if you threw a cow in overnight, it would be so covered in grass by morning that you'd have a hard time finding it. "Oh please," replied the Welshman, "there's a field where I was born where you could put your horse in overnight and not be able to find it the next morning."
160. A country fellow in Charles the Second’s time, selling his load of hay in the Haymarket, two gentlemen who came out of the Blue Posts, were talking of affairs; one said, that things did not go right, the king had been at the house and prorogued the parliament. The countryman coming home, was asked, What news in London? Odd’s heart, said he, there’s something to do there, the king has, it seems, berogued the parliament sadly.
160. A farmer during Charles the Second’s time, selling his load of hay in the Haymarket, overheard two gentlemen coming out of the Blue Posts talking about current events; one of them said that things weren't going well, and the king had been at the house and postponed the parliament. When the farmer got home, he was asked, What news from London? Odd’s heart, he said, there’s definitely something going on there, the king has apparently postponed the parliament badly.
161. A wild young gentleman having married a very discreet, virtuous young lady, the better to reclaim him, she caused it to be given out at his return that she was dead, and had been buried. In the meantime, she had so placed herself in disguise, as to be able to observe how he took the news; and finding him still the gay, inconstant man he always had been, she appeared to him as the ghost of herself, at which he seemed not at all dismayed; at length, disclosing herself to him, he then appeared pretty much surprised; a person by said, Why, sir, you seem more afraid now than before! Ay, replied he, most men are more afraid of a living wife than of a dead one.
161. A reckless young man married a very sensible and virtuous young woman, hoping to reform him. To achieve this, she spread the word upon his return that she had died and been buried. Meanwhile, she disguised herself so she could see how he reacted to the news. Finding him still the same carefree, fickle man he had always been, she appeared to him as a ghost of herself, and he didn’t seem frightened at all. Eventually, when she revealed herself, he looked quite surprised; someone nearby remarked, “Well, sir, you seem more afraid now than you did before!” To this, he replied, “Most men are more afraid of a living wife than a dead one.”
162. An under officer of the Customs at the port of Liverpool, running heedlessly along the ship’s gunnel, happened to tip overboard, and was drowned; being soon after taken up, the coroner’s jury was summoned to sit upon the body. One of the jurymen returning home, was called to by an alderman of the town, and asked, what verdict they brought in, and whether they found it felo de se? Ay, ay, says the juryman, shaking his noddle, he fell into the sea, sure enough.
162. A customs officer at the port of Liverpool, carelessly running along the side of the ship, accidentally fell overboard and drowned. Shortly after, when his body was recovered, a coroner's jury was called to examine it. One of the jurors, on his way home, was approached by a town alderman, who asked what verdict they reached and whether they ruled it a felo de se. “Yeah, yeah,” replied the juror, shaking his head, “he definitely fell into the sea.”
163. One losing a bag of money of about 50l. between the Temple Gate and Temple Bar, fixed a paper up, offering 10l. reward to those who took it up, and should return it; upon which the person that had it, came and writ underneath to the following effect: Sir, I thank you, but you bid me to my loss.
163. Someone who lost a bag of money worth about 50l. between the Temple Gate and Temple Bar put up a notice offering a 10l. reward for its return. In response, the person who had found it wrote below, saying: Sir, I appreciate it, but your offer only adds to my loss.
164. Two brothers coming to be executed once for[33] some enormous crime, the eldest was turned off first, without speaking one word; the other mounting the ladder, began to harangue the crowd, whose ears were attentively open to hear him, expecting some confession from him. Good people, says he, my brother hangs before my face, and you see what a lamentable spectacle he makes; in a few moments I shall be turned off too, and then you will see a pair of spectacles.
164. Two brothers were about to be executed for[33] a terrible crime. The oldest was hanged first, without saying a word. When the younger brother climbed the ladder, he started to speak to the crowd, who were eagerly listening, hoping to hear a confession from him. "Good people," he said, "my brother is hanging in front of me, and you can see how tragic this is. In just a moment, I’ll be hanged too, and then you’ll see a real spectacle."
165. It was an usual saying of King Charles II., that sailors got their money like horses, and spent it like asses. The following story is somewhat an instance of it; one sailor coming to see another on pay-day, desired to borrow twenty shillings of him. The monied man fell to telling out the sum in shillings, but a half-crown thrusting its head in, put him out, and he began to tell again; but then an impertinent crown-piece was as officious as his half brother had been, and again interrupted the tale; so that taking up a handful of silver, he cried, Here, Jack, give me a handful when your ship’s paid; what signifies counting it?
165. King Charles II once said that sailors earned their money like horses and spent it like fools. The following story illustrates this point: one sailor, visiting another on payday, asked to borrow twenty shillings. The one with the money started counting it out in shillings, but when a half-crown got in the way, he lost track and started over. Then an annoying crown-piece interrupted him just like the half-crown had, so he grabbed a handful of silver and said, "Here, Jack, just give me a handful when your ship's paid. What’s the point of counting it?"
166. A person inquiring what became of Such-a-one? Oh, dear, says one of the company, poor fellow, he died insolvent, and was buried by the parish. Died insolvent! cries another, that’s a lie, for he died in England: I am sure, I was at his burying.
166. Someone asking what happened to Such-and-such? Oh, no, says one of the group, poor guy, he died broke and was buried by the parish. Died broke! exclaims another, that’s not true, because he died in England: I know, I was at his funeral.
167. A humorous countryman having bought a barn in partnership with a neighbor of his, neglected to make the least use of it, whilst the other had plentifully stored his part with corn and hay. In a little time the latter came to him, and conscientiously expostulated with him about laying out his money so fruitlessly. Pray neighbour, says he, ne’er trouble your head, you may do what you will with your part of the barn, but I will set mine o’ fire.
167. A funny farmer bought a barn together with a neighbor but didn’t bother to use it at all, while the neighbor filled his section with corn and hay. After a while, the neighbor approached him and earnestly tried to talk him out of wasting his money. “Come on, neighbor,” he said, “don’t worry about it. You can do whatever you want with your part of the barn, but I’m planning to set my side on fire.”
168. A young gentlewoman, who had married a very wild spark, that had run through a plentiful fortune, and was reduced to some straits, was innocently saying to him one day, My dear, I want some shifts sadly. How can that be? replied he, when we make so many every day.
168. A young woman, who had married a rather reckless man that had blown through a significant fortune and was now facing some difficulties, was innocently saying to him one day, "My dear, I really need some changes." "How can that be?" he replied, "when we come up with so many every day."
169. A fellow once standing in the pillory at Temple Bar, it occasioned a stop, so that a carman with a load of cheeses had much ado to pass; and driving just up to the pillory, he was asked, What that was that was writ over the person’s head? They told him, it was a paper to signify his crime, that he stood for forgery. Ay! said he, What is forgery? They answered him, That forgery was counterfeiting another’s hand, with intent to cheat people. To which the carman replied, looking up at the offender, Oh, this comes of your writing and reading, you silly dog.
169. One time, a guy was standing in the pillory at Temple Bar, causing a traffic jam, so a cart driver with a load of cheeses had a tough time getting through. When he drove right up to the pillory, he asked what that sign was over the person's head. They told him it was a notice about his crime for forgery. The driver asked, "What’s forgery?" They explained that forgery is when someone fakes another person's signature to scam people. The driver looked up at the person in the pillory and said, "Well, this is what happens when you write and read, you fool."
170. When the Prince of Orange came over, five of the seven bishops who were sent to the Tower, declared for his highness, and the two others would not come into measures; upon which, Mr. Dryden said, that the seven Golden Candlesticks were sent to be assayed at the Tower, and five of them proved to be prince’s metal.
170. When the Prince of Orange arrived, five of the seven bishops who were taken to the Tower supported him, while the other two chose not to participate; in response, Mr. Dryden remarked that the seven Golden Candlesticks were sent to be tested at the Tower, and five of them turned out to be made of the prince's metal.
171. A dog coming open-mouthed at a serjeant on a march, he ran the spear of his halbert into his throat and killed him. The owner coming out, raved extremely that his dog was killed, and asked the serjeant, Why he could not as well have struck at him with the blunt end of the halbert? So I would, said he, if he had run at me with his tail.
171. A dog ran at a sergeant with its mouth open while he was marching, and he stabbed it in the throat with his halberd and killed it. The owner came out, furious that his dog was dead, and asked the sergeant why he couldn't have used the blunt end of the halberd instead. "I would have," the sergeant replied, "if it had come at me with its tail."
172. King Charles II. being in company with Lord Rochester and others of the nobility, who had been drinking best part of the night, Killigrew came in. Now, says the king, we shall hear of our faults. No, faith, says Killigrew, I don’t care to trouble my head with that which all the town talks of.
172. King Charles II was hanging out with Lord Rochester and some other nobles who had been drinking for most of the night when Killigrew walked in. "Now," said the king, "we're going to hear about our mistakes." "No, honestly," Killigrew replied, "I don’t want to bother myself with what everyone in town is talking about."
173. One, who had been a very termagant wife, lying on her death-bed, desired her husband, That as she had brought him a fortune, she might have liberty to make her will, for bestowing a few legacies to her relations. No, madam, says he, you have had your will all your lifetime, and now I will have mine.
173. A woman who had been a really difficult wife, lying on her deathbed, asked her husband that since she had given him a fortune, she should have the freedom to make her will to leave a few legacies to her relatives. "No, madam," he said, "you've had your way your whole life, and now it's my turn."
174. When the Lord Jeffries, before he was a judge, was pleading at the bar once, a country fellow giving[35] evidence against his client, pushed the matter very home on the side he swore of. Jeffries, after his usual way, called out to the fellow, Hark you, you fellow in the leather doublet, what have you for swearing? To which the countryman smartly replied, Faith, sir, if you have no more for lying than I have for swearing, you may go in a leather doublet too.
174. When Lord Jeffries was still a barrister, he was once in court when a country man was giving evidence against his client, pressing the issue strongly based on his testimony. Jeffries, as was his style, called out to the man, "Hey, you in the leather coat, what's your reward for swearing?" The countryman quickly replied, "Honestly, sir, if you have no better reason for lying than I have for swearing, you can wear a leather coat too."
175. The same Jeffries afterward on the bench, told an old fellow with a long beard, that he supposed he had a conscience as long as his beard. Does your lordship, replied the old man, measure consciences by beards? If so, your lordship has no beard at all.
175. The same Jeffries later on the bench told an old guy with a long beard that he figured the man had a conscience as long as his beard. “Do you measure consciences by beards?” the old man replied. “If that's the case, then you don’t have a beard at all.”
176. Apelles, the famous painter, having drawn the picture of Alexander the Great on horseback, brought it and presented it to the prince; but he not bestowing that praise on it which so excellent a piece deserved, Apelles desired a living horse might be brought; who, moved by nature, fell a prancing and neighing, as though it had been actually a living creature of the same species; whereupon Apelles told Alexander, That his horse understood painting better than himself.
176. Apelles, the famous painter, created a painting of Alexander the Great on horseback and presented it to the prince. However, Alexander didn’t give it the praise it truly deserved. In response, Apelles asked for a living horse to be brought in. The horse, naturally stimulated, started prancing and neighing as if it were a real creature of the same kind. Apelles then remarked to Alexander that the horse understood painting better than he did.
177. A company of gamesters falling out at a tavern, gave one another very scurvy language; at length, those dreadful messengers of anger, the bottles and glasses, flew about like hail shot; one of which mistaking its errand, and hitting the wainscot instead of the person’s head it was thrown at, brought the drawer rushing in, who cried, D’ye call, gentlemen? Call gentlemen, said one of the standers by, no, they don’t call gentlemen, but they call one another rogue and rascal as fast as they can.
177. A group of gamblers arguing in a tavern exchanged some pretty nasty insults; before long, the bottles and glasses, those terrible messengers of anger, began to fly around like hail. One of them missed its target and instead hit the wall, which caused the waiter to rush in, asking, "Did you call, gentlemen?" One of the bystanders replied, "No, they’re not calling gentlemen, they’re calling each other rogue and rascal as fast as they can."
178. One observing a crooked fellow in close argument with another, who would have dissuaded him from some inconsiderable resolution, said to his friend, Prithee let him alone, and say no more to him, you see he’s bent upon it.
178. One person watching a crooked guy having a heated argument with another, who was trying to talk him out of a trivial decision, said to his friend, "Just leave him alone and stop trying to convince him; you can see he’s set on it."
179. Bully Dawson was overturned in a hackney-coach once, pretty near his lodgings; and being got on[36] his legs again, he said, ’Twas the greatest piece of providence that ever befell him, for it had saved him the trouble of bilking the coachman.
179. Bully Dawson was flipped over in a taxi once, not far from his place; and once he got back on[36] his feet again, he said it was the best luck he ever had, because it saved him the hassle of skipping out on the cab fare.
180. Sir Godfrey Kneller and the late Dr. Ratcliffe had a garden in common, with a common gate: Sir Godfrey upon some occasion, ordered the gate to be nailed up. When the doctor heard of it, he said he did not care what Sir Godfrey did to the gate, so he did not paint it. This being told Sir Godfrey, he replied he would take that, or anything else, from his good friend Dr. Ratcliffe, but his physic.
180. Sir Godfrey Kneller and the late Dr. Ratcliffe shared a garden that had a common gate. At one point, Sir Godfrey decided to nail the gate shut. When the doctor found out, he said he didn't mind what Sir Godfrey did to the gate, as long as he didn’t have to paint it. When this was relayed to Sir Godfrey, he responded that he would accept that, or anything else, from his good friend Dr. Ratcliffe, but not his medicine.
181. A certain worthy gentleman having among his friends the nickname of Bos, which was a kind of contraction of his real name; when his late majesty conferred the honour of a peerage upon him, a pamphlet was soon after published, with many sarcastical jokes upon him, and had this part of a line from Horace as a motto, viz., “Optat epipipa Bos.” My lord asked a friend who could read Latin, What that meant? It is as much as to say, my lord, said he, that you become honours as a sow does a saddle. Oh! very fine! said my lord. Soon after, another friend coming to see him, the pamphlet was again spoken of. I would, says my lord, give five hundred pounds to know the author of it. I don’t know the author of the pamphlet, said his friend, but I know who wrote the motto. Ay, cried my lord, prithee who was it? Horace, answered the other. How, replied his lordship, a dirty dog, is that the return he makes for all the services I have done him and his brother?
181. A certain respected gentleman had the nickname "Bos" among his friends, which was a shortened version of his real name. When the late king gave him a peerage, a pamphlet was published shortly after with many sarcastic jokes about him, featuring a line from Horace as a motto, “Optat epipipa Bos.” My lord asked a friend who could read Latin what that meant. Essentially, my lord, the friend replied, it means you wear your honors as a pig wears a saddle. Oh! very clever! my lord said. Not long after, when another friend came to visit, they discussed the pamphlet again. I would give five hundred pounds to know who wrote it, said my lord. I don’t know the author of the pamphlet, replied his friend, but I know who wrote the motto. Oh really, my lord exclaimed, who was it? Horace, the other answered. What? replied his lordship, that scoundrel, is that the thanks I get for all the help I've given him and his brother?
182. In the great dispute between South and Sherlock, the former, who was a great courtier, said, His adversary reasoned well, but he barked like a cur. To which the other replied, That fawning was the property of a cur as well as barking.
182. In the big argument between South and Sherlock, the former, who was quite the sycophant, said that his opponent made good points, but he yipped like a small dog. To which the other replied that sucking up was a trait of a small dog just as much as yipping.
183. Second thoughts, we commonly say, are best, and young women, who pretend to be averse to marriage, desire not to be taken at their words. One asking a girl, If she would have him? Faith, no, John, says she, but you may have me, if you will.
183. We often say that second thoughts are the best, and young women who act like they don’t want to get married actually don’t mean it. When you ask a girl if she’d want him, she might say, “No way, John,” but then adds, “but you can have me if you want.”
184. A gentleman lying on his death-bed, called to his coachman, who had been an old servant, and said, Ah, Tom, I am going a long and rugged journey, worse than ever you drove me. Oh, dear sir, replied the fellow, (he having been but an indifferent master to him,) ne’er let that discourage you, for it is all down hill.
184. A man on his deathbed called to his coachman, who had been an old servant, and said, "Ah, Tom, I'm about to embark on a long and tough journey, worse than any ride you've ever given me." "Oh, dear sir," replied the man (he hadn’t been a great master to him), "don’t let that discourage you, because it’s all downhill from here."
185. An honest bluff country farmer, meeting the parson of the parish in a bye lane, and not giving him the way so readily as he expected, the parson with an erected crest, told him he was better fed than taught. Very true, indeed, sir, replied the farmer, for you teach me, and I feed myself.
185. A straightforward farmer from the bluff country ran into the parish priest on a side road and didn't step aside as easily as the priest expected. The priest, with a raised brow, told him he was better fed than educated. "That's true enough, sir," replied the farmer, "because you teach me, and I feed myself."
186. One making a furious assault upon a hot apple pie, burned his mouth until the tears ran down, his friend asked him, Why he wept? Only, said he, because it is just come into my mind, that my grandmother died this day twelvemonth. Phoo, said the other, is that all? so whipping a large piece into his mouth, he quickly sympathized with his companion; who seeing his eyes brim full, with a malicious sneer, asked him why he wept? Because you were not hanged the same day your grandmother died.
186. One person was fiercely attacking a hot apple pie and burned his mouth so badly that tears streamed down his face. His friend asked him why he was crying. He replied, "Just because it reminded me that my grandmother died on this day last year." The other guy said, "Is that it?" Then, shoving a big piece into his mouth, he quickly felt for his friend. Seeing him about to cry, with a wicked grin, he asked, "Why are you crying?" The reply was, "Because you weren’t hanged on the same day your grandmother died."
187. A lady who had married a gentleman that was a tolerable poet, one day sitting alone with him, she said, Come, my dear, you write upon other people, prithee write something for me; let me see what epitaph you’ll bestow upon me when I die. Oh, my dear, replied he, that’s a melancholy subject, prithee don’t think of it. Nay, upon my life you shall, adds she. Come, I’ll begin—
187. A woman who had married a guy who was a decent poet, one day sitting alone with him, said, "Come on, my dear, you write about other people, so please write something for me; let me see what epitaph you’ll put on my grave when I die." "Oh, my dear," he replied, "that’s a sad topic, please don’t think about it." "No, honestly, you have to," she insisted. "Come on, I’ll start—"
188. A cowardly servant having been hunting with his lord, they had killed a wild boar; the fellow seeing the boar stir, betook himself to a tree; upon which his master called to him, and asked him What he was afraid of? the boar’s guts are out. No matter for that, said he, his teeth are in.
188. A cowardly servant was out hunting with his lord, and they had killed a wild boar. When the servant saw the boar move, he ran to a tree. His master called out to him and asked, "What are you afraid of? The boar is dead." The servant replied, "That doesn't matter; it still has its teeth."
189. One telling another that he had once so excellent a gun, that it went off immediately upon a thief’s coming into the house, although it was not charged. How the devil can that be? said the other. Because, said the first, the thief carried it off; and what was worse, before I had time to charge him with it.
189. One person told another that he once had such a great gun that it fired as soon as a thief entered his house, even though it wasn’t loaded. "How on earth is that possible?" asked the other. "Because," the first replied, "the thief took it away; and to make matters worse, I didn’t have time to confront him about it."
190. Some gentlemen coming out of a tavern pretty merry, a link-boy cried, Have a light, gentlemen? Light yourself to the devil, you dog, said one of the company. Bless you, master, replied the boy, we can find the way in the dark; shall we light your worship thither?
190. Some guys leaving a bar pretty cheerful, a street lantern boy shouted, "Need a light, gentlemen?" "Light yourself to the devil, you little scoundrel," one of the group retorted. "Bless you, sir," replied the boy, "we can find our way in the dark; should we light your way there?"
191. A person was once tried at Kingston before the late Lord Chief Justice Holt, for having two wives, where one Unit was to have been the chief evidence against him. After much calling for him, word was brought that they could hear nothing of him. No! says his lordship, why then, all I can say is, Mr. Unit stands for a cipher.
191. A person was once tried at Kingston before the late Lord Chief Justice Holt for having two wives, where one Unit was supposed to be the main evidence against him. After calling for him multiple times, they received word that they couldn’t find him. "No!" says his lordship, "If that's the case, all I can say is, Mr. Unit is just a placeholder."
192. It is certainly the most transcendent pleasure to be agreeably surprised with the confession of love from an adored mistress. A young gentleman, after a very great misfortune, came to his mistress, and told her, he was reduced even to the want of five guineas. To which she replied, I am glad of it, with all my heart. Are you so, madam? adds he, suspecting her constancy: Pray, why so? Because, said she, I can furnish you with five thousand.
192. It’s truly the most incredible feeling to be pleasantly surprised by a love confession from a beloved woman. A young man, after experiencing a significant misfortune, approached his lady and told her he was in need of five guineas. She responded, "I’m glad to hear that, truly." "Are you really, madam?" he asked, doubtful of her loyalty. "Why is that?" "Because," she replied, "I can provide you with five thousand."
193. On a public night of rejoicing, when bonfires and illuminations were made, some honest fellows were drinking the king’s health, and prosperity to England as long as the sun and moon endured. Ay, says one, and 500 years after, for I have put both my sons apprentices to a tallow-chandler.
193. On a public night of celebration, when bonfires and lights were set up, some good guys were toasting the king’s health and wishing for England’s prosperity for as long as the sun and moon last. "Yeah," says one, "and even 500 years later, because I’ve made both my sons apprentices to a candle maker."
194. A young fellow having made an end of all he had, even to his last suit of clothes, one said to him, Now, I hope, you’ll own yourself a happy man, for you have made an end of all your cares. How so? said the gentleman. Because, said the other, you have nothing left to take care of.
194. A young guy who had finished using everything he owned, even his last set of clothes, was told by someone, "Now, I hope you consider yourself a happy man since you have no worries left." "How so?" asked the gentleman. "Because," the other replied, "you have nothing left to take care of."
195. Dr. Lloyd, Bishop of Worcester, so eminent for his prophecies, when by his solicitations and compliance at court, he got removed from a poor Welsh bishopric, to a rich English one, a reverend Dean of the church said, that he found his brother Lloyd spelt prophet with an f.
195. Dr. Lloyd, Bishop of Worcester, known for his prophecies, managed to get moved from a struggling Welsh bishopric to a wealthy English one through his efforts and connections at court. A respected Dean of the church commented that he found his brother Lloyd spelled prophet with an f.
196. Some years ago, when his majesty used to hunt frequently in Richmond Park, it brought such crowds of people thither, that orders were given to admit none, when the king was there himself, but the servants of his household. A fat country parson having on one of these days a great inclination to make one of the company, Captain B—d—ns promised to introduce him; but coming to the gate, the keepers would have stopped him, by telling him that none but the household were to be admitted. Why, said the captain, don’t you know the gentleman? He’s his majesty’s hunting chaplain. Upon which, the keepers asked pardon, and left the reverend gentleman to his recreation.
196. Some years ago, when the king often went hunting in Richmond Park, it attracted such large crowds that orders were issued to allow no one in, while the king was present, except for the members of his household. One day, a portly country parson was very eager to join the gathering, and Captain B—d—ns promised to help him get in. However, when they reached the gate, the keepers tried to stop him, saying that only household members could enter. "Why," said the captain, "don’t you recognize this gentleman? He’s the king’s hunting chaplain." At this, the keepers apologized and let the reverend gentleman enjoy his day.
197. The learned Mr. Charles Barnard, serjeant-surgeon to Queen Anne, being very severe upon parsons having pluralities, a reverend and worthy divine heard him a good while with patience, but at length took him up with this question: Why do you, Mr. Serjeant Barnard, rail thus at pluralities, who have always so many fine cures upon your hands?
197. The knowledgeable Mr. Charles Barnard, serjeant-surgeon to Queen Anne, was quite critical of ministers holding multiple positions. A respected and honorable clergyman listened to him patiently for a while, but eventually confronted him with this question: Why do you, Mr. Serjeant Barnard, criticize pluralities when you always have so many prestigious cases to handle?
198. A worthy old gentleman in the country having employed an attorney, of whom he had a pretty good opinion, to do some law business for him in London, he was greatly surprised, on his coming to town, and demanding his bill of law charges, to find that it amounted to at least three times the sum he expected; the honest attorney assured him, that there was no article in his bill, but what was fair and reasonable. Nay, said the country gentleman, there’s one of them I am sure cannot be so, for you have set down three shillings and fourpence for going to Southwark, when none of my business lay that way; pray, what is the meaning of that, sir? Oh, sir, said he, that was for fetching the chine[40] and turkey from the carrier’s that you sent me for a present out of the country.
198. An esteemed old gentleman in the countryside hired a lawyer he thought highly of to handle some legal matters for him in London. He was quite shocked when he arrived in town and asked for the bill, only to discover it was at least three times what he had expected. The honest lawyer assured him that every charge on the bill was fair and reasonable. The country gentleman pointed out, “There’s one charge I’m sure can’t be right. You’ve listed three shillings and fourpence for going to Southwark, and none of my business was in that direction. What does that mean, sir?” The lawyer replied, “Oh, sir, that was for picking up the chine and turkey from the carrier’s that you asked me to get as a gift from the countryside.”
199. A gentleman going into a meeting-house, and stumbling over one of the forms that were set there, cried out in a passion, Who expected set forms in a meeting-house?
199. A gentleman entering a meeting house stumbled over one of the benches set there and exclaimed in anger, "Who expected to find benches in a meeting house?"
200. My Lord Chief Justice Jeffries had a cause before him between a Jew that was plaintiff, and a Christian defendant. The latter pleaded, though the debt was very just, that the Jew had no right, by the laws of England, to bring an action. Well, says my lord, have you no other plea? No, my lord, says he, I insist on this plea. Do you? said my lord, then let me tell you, you are the greater Jew of the two.
200. My Lord Chief Justice Jeffries had a case in front of him between a Jewish plaintiff and a Christian defendant. The defendant argued that, although the debt was legitimate, the Jewish man had no right, according to English law, to file a lawsuit. Well, my lord said, do you have any other arguments? No, my lord, the defendant replied, I stand by this argument. Do you? said my lord, then let me tell you, you are the bigger Jew of the two.
201. A butcher in Smithfield, that lay on his death-bed, said to his wife, My dear, I am not a man for this world, therefore I advise you to marry our man John. Oh, dear husband, said she, if that’s all, never let it trouble you, for John and I have agreed that matter already.
201. A butcher in Smithfield, who was on his deathbed, said to his wife, "My dear, I’m not going to make it in this world, so I suggest you marry our man John." "Oh, dear husband," she replied, "if that’s all, don’t worry about it, because John and I have already worked that out."
202. A gentleman having bespoke a supper at an inn, desired his landlord to sup with him. The host came up, and thinking to pay a greater compliment than ordinary to his guest, pretended to find fault with the laying the cloth, and took the plates and knives, and threw them down stairs. The gentleman resolving not to balk his humour, threw the bottles and glasses down also; at which the host being surprised, inquired the reason of his so doing. Nay, nothing, replied the gentleman; but when I saw you throw the plates and knives down stairs, I thought you had a mind to sup below.
202. A gentleman had arranged to have dinner at an inn and invited the landlord to join him. The host came up, and wanting to flatter his guest, pretended to criticize how the table was set. He picked up the plates and knives and threw them down the stairs. The gentleman, not wanting to let this go, threw the bottles and glasses down too. The host, surprised, asked why he did that. “Oh, nothing,” replied the gentleman, “but when I saw you throw the plates and knives down stairs, I thought you wanted to have dinner downstairs.”
203. A philosopher carrying something hid under his cloak, an impertinent person asked him what he had under his cloak? To which the philosopher answered, I carry it there that you might not know.
203. A philosopher carrying something hidden under his cloak was asked by an impudent person what he had under there. The philosopher replied, "I carry it there so that you wouldn't know."
204. When his late majesty, in coming from Holland, happened to meet with a violent storm at sea, the captain of the yacht cried to the chaplain, In five minutes more,[41] doctor, we shall be with the Lord. The Lord forbid, answered the doctor.
204. When the late king was coming back from Holland and ran into a violent storm at sea, the yacht's captain shouted to the chaplain, "In five minutes, we'll be with the Lord." The chaplain replied, "God forbid."
205. A gentleman, who had been a great traveller, would oftentimes talk so extravagantly of the wonderful things he had seen abroad, that a friend of his took notice to him of his exposing himself as he did to all companies, and asked him the meaning of it? Why, says the traveller, I have got such a habit of lying since I have been abroad, that I really hardly know when I lie, and when I speak truth; and should be very much obliged to you, if you would tread upon my toe at any time when I am likely to give myself too much liberty that way. His friend promised he would; and accordingly, not long after, being at a tavern with him and other company, when the traveller was, amongst other strange things, giving an account of a church he had seen in Italy, that was above two miles long, he trod on his toe, just as one of the company had asked, How broad that same church might be? Oh, said he, not above two feet. Upon which, the company bursting into a loud laugh; Zounds, said he, if you had not trod upon my toe, I should have made it as broad as it was long.
205. A guy, who had traveled a lot, would often talk so ridiculously about the amazing things he had seen abroad that a friend of his pointed out how he was making a fool of himself in front of everyone and asked him why. The traveler replied, "I've developed such a habit of exaggerating since I've been abroad that I can hardly tell when I'm lying and when I'm telling the truth. I'd really appreciate it if you could step on my toe anytime I'm about to get carried away with it." His friend agreed and sure enough, not long after, while they were at a bar with some others, the traveler was describing a church he had seen in Italy that was over two miles long. Just then, as someone asked how wide that church was, his friend stepped on his toe. The traveler responded, "Oh, it's not more than two feet wide." The group burst into laughter, and he exclaimed, "If you hadn’t stepped on my toe, I would’ve made it as wide as it is long."
206. A justice of peace seeing a parson on a very stately horse, riding between London and Hampstead, said to some gentlemen who were with him, Do you see what a beautiful horse that proud parson has got? I’ll banter him a little. Doctor, said he, you don’t follow the example of your great master, who was humbly content to ride upon an ass. Why really, sir, replied the parson, the king has made so many asses justices, that an honest clergyman can hardly find one to ride, if he had a mind to.
206. A justice of the peace saw a parson on a very impressive horse, riding between London and Hampstead, and said to some gentlemen with him, "Do you see what a beautiful horse that proud parson has? I’ll tease him a bit." Doctor, he said, "You don’t follow the example of your great master, who humbly rode on a donkey." "Well, sir," replied the parson, "the king has made so many donkeys justices that an honest clergyman can hardly find one to ride, even if he wanted to."
207. The Duchess of Newcastle, who wrote plays and romances, in King Charles the Second’s time, asked Bishop Wilkins, How she could get up to the world in the moon, which he had discovered; for as the journey must needs be very long, there would be no possibility of going through it, without resting on the way? Oh, madam, said the bishop, your grace has built so many[42] castles in the air, that you can never want a place to bait at.
207. The Duchess of Newcastle, who wrote plays and romances during King Charles the Second's reign, asked Bishop Wilkins how she could travel to the moon, which he had discovered; since the journey would be quite long, there would be no way to complete it without taking breaks along the way. Oh, madam, replied the bishop, you have constructed so many[42] castles in the air that you’ll never lack a spot to rest.
208. A rich farmer’s son, who had been bred at the University, coming home to visit his father and mother, they being one night at supper on a couple of fowls, he told them, that by Logic and Arithmetic, he could prove those two fowls to be three. Well, let us hear, said the old man. Why this, cried the scholar, is one, and this, continued he, is two; two and one, you know, make three. Since you have made it out so well, answered the old man, your mother shall have the first fowl, I will have the second, and the third you may keep yourself for your great learning.
208. A wealthy farmer’s son, who had gone to university, came home to visit his mom and dad. One night at dinner, while they enjoyed a couple of chickens, he told them that through Logic and Arithmetic, he could prove those two chickens were actually three. “Alright, let’s hear it,” said the father. “Well,” the scholar exclaimed, “this one is one, and this,” he continued, “is two; two and one, you know, make three.” “Since you've figured it out so cleverly,” replied the father, “your mother can have the first chicken, I’ll take the second, and you can keep the third for your great education.”
209. A gentleman, who had a suit in Chancery, was called upon by his counsel to put in his answer, for fear of incurring contempt. And why, said the gentleman, is not my answer put in? How should I draw your answer, cried the lawyer, ’till I know what you can swear? Pshaw, replied the client, prithee do your part as a lawyer, and draw a sufficient answer, and let me alone to do the part of a gentleman, and swear to it.
209. A guy who had a case in Chancery was asked by his lawyer to submit his response, to avoid being held in contempt. "Why isn't my response being submitted?" said the guy. "How can I draft your response," shouted the lawyer, "until I know what you can swear to?" "Come on," the client replied, "just do your job as a lawyer and write a proper response, and let me handle my part as a gentleman and swear to it."
210. A country lass, with a pail of milk on her head going to market, was reckoning all the way, what she might make of it. This milk, said she, will bring me so much money, that money will buy so many eggs, those eggs so many chickens, and, with the fox’s leave, those chickens will make me mistress of a pig, and that pig may grow a fat hog, and when I have sold that, I may buy a cow and calf: and then, says she, comes a sweetheart, perhaps a farmer; him I marry, and my neighbours will say, How do you do, goody Such-a-one? and I’ll answer, Thank you, neighbour, how do you? But maybe my sweetheart may be a yeoman, and then it will be, How do you do, Mrs. Such-a-one? I’ll say, Thank you. Oh! but suppose I should marry a gentleman; then they’ll say, Your servant, madam, but then I’ll toss up my head, and say nothing. Upon the sudden transport of this thought, and with the motion of her head, down came the milk, which put an end at once to her fine[43] scheme of her eggs, her chickens, her pig, her hog, and her husband.
210. A country girl, with a pail of milk balanced on her head, was thinking all the way to the market about what she could do with it. This milk, she said, will earn me this much money, which I can use to buy so many eggs, those eggs will hatch into chickens, and, if the fox allows it, those chickens will make me the owner of a pig, and that pig might grow into a fat hog. Once I sell that, I can buy a cow and calf: and then, she said, maybe a sweetheart will come along, perhaps a farmer; I’d marry him, and my neighbors would say, How are you, Mrs. Such-and-such? And I’d reply, Thank you, neighbor, how are you? But maybe my sweetheart will be a yeoman, and then it would be, How are you, Mrs. Such-and-such? I’d say, Thank you. Oh! But what if I ended up marrying a gentleman; then they would say, Your servant, madam, but I’d just hold my head high and say nothing. Suddenly caught up in this daydream, she tossed her head, and the milk spilled, instantly ending her grand plans for eggs, chickens, a pig, a hog, and a husband.
211. Daniel Purcell, who was a nonjuror, was telling a friend of his, when King George the First landed at Greenwich, that he had a full view of him. Then, said his friend, you know him by sight? Yes, replied Daniel, I think I know him, but I can’t swear to him.
211. Daniel Purcell, a nonjuror, was telling a friend that when King George the First landed at Greenwich, he saw him clearly. "So, you recognize him?" his friend asked. "Yeah," Daniel replied, "I think I know him, but I can’t be absolutely sure."
212. An Englishman going into one of the French ordinaries in Soho, and finding a large dish of soup with about half-a-pound of mutton in the middle of it, began to pull off his wig, his stock, and then his coat; at which one of the monsieurs, being much surprised, asked him what he was going to do? Why, monsieur, I mean to strip, that I may swim through this ocean of porridge, to yon little island of mutton.
212. An Englishman walking into a French restaurant in Soho saw a big bowl of soup with about half a pound of mutton in the center. He started to take off his wig, his necktie, and then his coat. One of the guys there, quite surprised, asked him what he was doing. "Well, sir," he said, "I plan to strip down so I can swim through this sea of soup to that little island of mutton."
213. A countryman driving an ass by St. James’s gate one day, which being dull and restive, he was forced to beat it very much; a gentleman coming out of the gate, chid the fellow for using his beast so cruelly; Oh dear, sir, said the countryman, I am glad to find my ass has a friend at court.
213. A farmer was leading a donkey by St. James’s gate one day, and since the donkey was slow and stubborn, he had to hit it quite a bit. A gentleman coming out of the gate scolded him for treating the animal so badly. "Oh dear, sir," replied the farmer, "I’m just happy to see my donkey has a friend in you."
214. One Irishman meeting another, asked, What was become of their old acquaintance Patrick Murphy? Arrah, now, dear honey, answered the other, poor Pat was condemned to be hanged; but he saved his life by dying in prison.
214. One Irishman ran into another and asked what happened to their old friend Patrick Murphy. "Well, dear, let me tell you," replied the other, "poor Pat was sentenced to be hanged, but he saved his life by dying in prison."
215. Another Irishman, getting on a high-mettled horse, it ran away with him; upon which, one of his companions called to him to stop him: Arrah, honey, cried he, how can I do that, when I have got no spurs?
215. Another Irishman got on a spirited horse, and it took off with him; at which point one of his friends shouted for him to stop it. "Oh come on, how can I do that when I don’t have any spurs?" he replied.
216. An honest Welch carpenter, coming out of Cardiganshire, got work in Bristol, where, in a few months, he had saved, besides his expenses, about twelve shillings; and with this prodigious sum of money, returning into his own country, when he came upon Mile Hill, he looked back on the town: Ah, poor Pristow, said he, if one or two more of hur countrymen were to give hur such another shake as hur has done, it would be poor Pristow indeed.
216. An honest Welsh carpenter, coming out of Cardiganshire, found a job in Bristol, where, in just a few months, he managed to save around twelve shillings, in addition to covering his expenses. With this impressive amount of money, he returned to his home country, and when he reached Mile Hill, he looked back at the town and said, "Ah, poor Bristol, if one or two more of our fellow countrymen were to give you another shake like this one, it would really be poor Bristol indeed."
217. It being asked in company with my Lord C—d, whether the piers of Westminster bridge would be of stone or wood, Oh, said my lord, of stone to be sure, for we have too many wooden piers (peers) already at Westminster.
217. When asked in the company of my Lord C—d whether the piers of Westminster Bridge would be made of stone or wood, my lord replied, "Oh, definitely stone, because we already have too many wooden piers (peers) at Westminster."
218. One telling Charles XII. of Sweden, just before the battle of Narva, that the enemy was three to one; I am glad to hear it, answered the king, for then there will be enough to kill, enough to take prisoners, and enough to run away.
218. One person told Charles XII of Sweden, just before the battle of Narva, that the enemy was three to one. “I’m glad to hear that,” replied the king, “because that means there will be enough to kill, enough to take prisoners, and enough to run away.”
219. A poor ingenious lad, who was a servitor at Oxford, not having wherewithal to buy a new pair of shoes, when his old ones were very bad, got them capped at the toes, upon which being bantered by some of his companions, Why should they not be capped, said he, I am sure they are Fellows.
219. A clever but poor young man, who worked as a servant at Oxford, didn't have the money to buy a new pair of shoes when his old ones were in terrible shape, so he had the toes of his shoes repaired. When some of his friends teased him about it, he replied, "Why shouldn't they be repaired? I'm sure they're Fellows."
220. The standers-by, to comfort a poor man, who lay on his death-bed, told him, he should be carried to church by four very proper fellows: I thank ye, said he, but I had much rather go by myself.
220. The bystanders, trying to comfort a poor man who was on his deathbed, told him that he would be carried to church by four very nice guys. "Thank you," he said, "but I would much rather go by myself."
221. When poor Daniel Button died, one of his punning customers being at his burial, and looking on the grave, cried out, This is a more lasting Button hole, than any made by a tailor.
221. When poor Daniel Button died, one of his punny customers at his funeral looked at the grave and exclaimed, "This is a more lasting Button hole than any made by a tailor."
222. A toping fellow was one night making his will over his bottle: I will give, said he, fifty pounds to five taverns, to drink to my memory when I am dead; ten pounds to the Salutation for courtiers; ten pounds to the Castle for soldiers; ten pounds to the Mitre for parsons; ten pounds to the Horn for citizens; and ten pounds to the Devil for the lawyers.
222. One evening, a cheerful guy was writing his will over a drink: "I’ll give," he said, "fifty pounds to five taverns to raise a glass to my memory when I’m gone; ten pounds to the Salutation for the courtiers; ten pounds to the Castle for the soldiers; ten pounds to the Mitre for the clergymen; ten pounds to the Horn for the townsfolk; and ten pounds to the Devil for the lawyers."
223. A gentleman calling for small beer at another gentleman’s table, finding it very hard, gave it the servant again without drinking. What, said the master of the house, don’t you like the beer? It is not to be found fault with, answered the other, for one should never speak ill of the dead.
223. A man asking for a light beer at another man’s table, finding it very bitter, returned it to the servant without taking a sip. “What’s wrong?” asked the host. “Don’t you like the beer?” “It’s not bad,” replied the other, “but you should never speak ill of the dead.”
224. A certain lord who had a termagant wife, and at[45] the same time a chaplain who was a tolerable poet, my lord desired him to write him a copy of verses on a shrew. I cannot imagine, said the parson, why your lordship should want a copy, who have so good an original.
224. A certain lord who had a nagging wife, and at[45] the same time a chaplain who was a decent poet, my lord asked him to write a poem about a shrew. I can't understand, said the parson, why you would want a poem when you already have such a good original.
225. A parson in his sermon having vehemently inveighed against usury, and said, That lending money upon use was as great a sin as wilful murder; having some time after an occasion to borrow twenty pounds himself, and coming to one of his parishioners with that intent, the other asked him, If he would have him guilty of a crime he had spoke so much against, and lend out money upon use? No, said the parson, I would have you lend it gratis. Ay, replied the other, but in my opinion, if lending money upon use be as bad as wilful murder, lending it gratis can be little better than felo de se.
225. A minister, in his sermon, passionately spoke out against usury, stating that lending money for interest was just as sinful as intentional murder. Later, when he needed to borrow twenty pounds and approached one of his parishioners, the parishioner asked him if he wanted to make him guilty of the very crime he'd condemned so strongly by lending money for interest. "No," the minister replied, "I want you to lend it for free." The parishioner responded, "But in my opinion, if charging interest is as bad as intentional murder, then lending it for free can't be much better than felo de se."
226. One asked his friend, Why he, being so tall and large a man himself, had married so small a wife. Why, friend, said he, I thought you had known, that of all evils we should choose the least.
226. One friend asked another why, being such a tall and big guy himself, he had married such a petite wife. "Well," he replied, "I thought you knew that we should always choose the lesser of two evils."
227. A gentleman threatening to go to law, was dissuaded from it by his friends, who desired him to consider, for the law was chargeable: I don’t care, replied the other, I will not consider, I will go to law. Right, said his friend, for if you go to law, I am sure you don’t consider.
227. A guy who was about to take legal action was talked out of it by his friends, who urged him to think about it since lawsuits can be expensive. "I don’t care," the guy replied, "I won't think about it; I'm going to court." "You're right," said his friend, "because if you go to court, I’m pretty sure you’re not thinking."
228. One good housewife, who was a notable woman at turning and torturing her old rags, was recommending her dyer to another, as an excellent fellow in his way: That’s impossible, said the other, for I hear he is a great drunkard, and beats his wife, and runs in every body’s debt. What then? said the first, he may never be the worse dyer for all these things. No! answered the other, can you imagine so bad a liver can die well?
228. One good housewife, who was really skilled at transforming and repurposing her old rags, was recommending her dyer to another, calling him a good guy in his trade. “That’s hard to believe,” said the other, “because I hear he’s a big drunk and beats his wife, and he owes money to everyone.” “So what?” replied the first, “he might still be a great dyer despite all that.” “No!” answered the other, “can you really think someone who lives so poorly can die well?”
229. A poor fellow, growing rich on a sudden, from a very mean and beggarly condition, and taking great state upon him, was met one day by one of his poor[46] acquaintance, who accosted him in a very humble manner, but having no notice taken of him, cried out, Nay, it is no great wonder that you should not know me, when you have forgot yourself.
229. A poor guy suddenly got rich after coming from a really low and needy background, and he started acting all high and mighty. One day, he ran into one of his old poor friends, who approached him humbly. Since the rich guy didn’t acknowledge him, the friend shouted, "Well, it’s no surprise you don’t recognize me when you've forgotten who you are."
230. Marcus Livius, who was governor of Tarentum when Hannibal took it, being envious to see so much honour done to Fabius Maximus, said one day in open senate, that it was himself, not Fabius Maximus, that was the cause of the retaking the city of Tarentum. Fabius said smilingly, Indeed thou speakest truth, for hadst thou not lost it, I should never have retaken it.
230. Marcus Livius, who was the governor of Tarentum when Hannibal captured it, felt jealous seeing all the praise given to Fabius Maximus. One day in the senate, he boldly claimed that he, not Fabius Maximus, was responsible for the city of Tarentum being retaken. Fabius replied with a smile, "You are right, because if you hadn't lost it, I would never have been able to take it back."
231. One asking another which way a man might use tobacco to have any benefit from it: By setting up a shop to sell it, said he, for certainly there is no profit to be had from it any other way.
231. One person asked another how a man could benefit from using tobacco. He replied, "By opening a shop to sell it, because there's really no other way to make a profit from it."
232. Ben Jonson being one night at the Devil tavern, there was a country gentleman in the company, who interrupted all other discourse, with an account of his land and tenements; at last Ben, able to bear it no longer, said to him, What signifies your dirt and your clods to us? where you have one acre of land I have ten acres of wit. Have you so, said the countryman, good Mr. Wiseacre? This unexpected repartee from the clown, struck Ben quite mute for a time: Why, how now, Ben, said one of the company, you seem to be quite flung? I never was so pricked by a hobnail before, replied he.
232. One night at the Devil tavern, Ben Jonson was with a group that included a country gentleman, who dominated the conversation with tales of his land and property. Finally, unable to tolerate it any longer, Ben said to him, "What do your dirt and clumps of soil mean to us? For every acre you have, I have ten acres of wit." The countryman replied, "Oh really, Mr. Wiseacre?" This unexpected comeback from the countryman left Ben speechless for a moment. One of the others in the group remarked, "What's wrong, Ben? You look completely taken aback." Ben responded, "I've never been so jabbed by a hobnail before."
233. A tailor sent his bill to a lawyer for money: the lawyer bid the boy tell his master, that he was not running away, but very busy at that time. The boy comes again, and tells him he must needs have the money. Didst tell thy master, said the lawyer, that I was not running away? Yes, sir, answered the boy, but he bad me tell you that he was.
233. A tailor sent his bill to a lawyer for payment: the lawyer told the boy to inform his master that he wasn’t trying to escape, but was very busy at that moment. The boy came back and said that he definitely needed the money. Did you tell your master that I wasn’t running away? asked the lawyer. Yes, sir, replied the boy, but he told me to let you know that he was.
234. A smart fellow thinking to show his wit one night at the tavern, called to the drawer, Here, Mercury, said he, take away this bottle full of emptiness. Said one of the company, Do you speak that, Jack, of your own head?
234. A clever guy trying to show off his wit one night at the bar called to the waiter, "Hey, Mercury, take away this bottle full of emptiness." One of the people there asked, "Are you saying that, Jack, on your own?"
235. An extravagant young fellow, rallying a frugal country ’squire, who had a good estate, and spent but little of it, said, among other things, I’ll warrant you that plate-buttoned suit was your great-grandfather’s. Yes, said the other, and I have my great-grandfather’s lands too.
235. A flashy young guy, teasing a thrifty country squire who owned a good amount of land but spent very little, said, among other things, "I bet that suit with the shiny buttons belonged to your great-grandfather." "Yeah," replied the other, "and I still have my great-grandfather’s land too."
236. A gentleman having sent for his carpenter’s servant to knock a nail or two in his study, the fellow, after he had done, scratched his ears, and said, He hoped the gentleman would give him something to make him drink. Make you drink? says the gentleman, there’s a pickle herring for you, and if that won’t make you drink I’ll give you another.
236. A guy called for his carpenter’s helper to hammer in a couple of nails in his study. Once he finished, the worker scratched his ears and said he hoped the guy would give him something to drink. “Make you drink?” the guy replied, “Here’s a pickled herring for you, and if that doesn’t do it, I’ll get you another one.”
237. Alphonso, king of Naples, sent a moor, who had been his captive a long time, to Barbary, with a considerable sum of money to purchase horses, and to return by such a time. There was about the king a buffoon, or jester, who had a table-book, wherein he used to register any remarkable absurdity that happened at court. The day the moor was dispatched to Barbary, the said jester waiting on the king at supper, the king called for his table-book, in which the jester kept a regular journal of absurdities. The king took the book, and read, how Alphonso, king of Naples, had sent Beltram the moor, who had been a long time his prisoner, to Morocco, his own country, with so many thousand crowns to buy horses. The king turned to the jester, and asked, why he inserted that? Because, said he, I think he will never come back to be a prisoner again; and so you have lost both man and money. But, if he does come, says the king, then your jest is marred: No, sir, replies the buffoon, for if he should return, I will blot out your name, and put in his for a fool.
237. Alphonso, the king of Naples, sent a Moor, who had been his captive for a long time, to Barbary with a significant amount of money to buy horses and to return by a certain time. There was a jester around the king who kept a notebook to record any notable absurdities that occurred at court. On the day the Moor was sent to Barbary, the jester was attending the king at dinner when the king asked for his notebook, where the jester kept a regular log of absurdities. The king took the book and read about how Alphonso, the king of Naples, had sent Beltram the Moor, who had been his prisoner for a long time, to Morocco, his home country, with so many thousand crowns to buy horses. The king turned to the jester and asked why he recorded that. The jester replied, "Because I think he will never come back to be a prisoner again; so you’ve lost both man and money." The king said, "But if he does come back, then your joke is ruined." The jester responded, "No, sir, because if he returns, I will erase your name and put his in as the fool."
238. A sharper of the town seeing a country gentleman sit alone at an inn, and thinking something might be made of him, he went and sat near him, and took the liberty to drink to him. Having thus introduced himself, he called for a paper of tobacco, and said, Do you smoke, sir? Yes, says the gentleman, very gravely, any one that has a design upon me.
238. A hustler from town saw a country gentleman sitting alone at an inn, and thinking he could profit from him, he went and sat nearby and took the liberty of raising a toast to him. After introducing himself in this way, he ordered some tobacco and asked, “Do you smoke, sir?” “Yes,” replied the gentleman very seriously, “anyone who has an agenda with me.”
239. A certain country farmer was observed never to be in a good humour when he was hungry; for this reason, his wife was fain carefully to watch the time of his coming home, and always have dinner ready on the table; one day he surprised her, and she had only time to set a mess of broth ready for him, who, soon, according to custom, began to open his pipes, and maundering over his broth, forgetting what he was about, burnt his mouth to some purpose. The good wife seeing him in that sputtering condition, comforted him as follows: See what it is now, had you kept your breath to cool your pottage, you had not burnt your mouth, John.
239. A certain farmer from the country was known to never be in a good mood when he was hungry. Because of this, his wife always made sure to watch when he was coming home and have dinner ready at the table. One day, he surprised her, and she only had time to prepare a bowl of soup for him. Soon, as usual, he started to eat, and while mumbling over his soup, he forgot what he was doing and burned his mouth badly. Seeing him in that spitting condition, the good wife comforted him by saying: "Look at this, if you had saved your breath to cool your soup, you wouldn't have burned your mouth, John."
240. The same woman taking up dinner once on a Sunday, it happened that the lickerish plough-boy, who lay under a strong and violent temptation, pinched off the corner of a plum dumpling; which his dame espying, in a great rage, laid the wooden ladle over his pate, saying, Can’t you stay, sirrah, till your betters are served before you? The boy clapping his hand on his head, and seeing the blood come, ’tis very hard, said he. So it is, sirrah, said she, or it had not broke my ladle.
240. One Sunday, while the same woman was serving dinner, the greedy farm boy, overwhelmed by strong temptation, pinched off a corner of a plum dumpling. His mistress, noticing this, got very angry and hit him on the head with the wooden ladle, saying, "Can't you wait, young man, until your betters are served first?" The boy, putting his hand on his head and seeing the blood, replied, "It’s really unfair." "Yes, it is," she said, "or else my ladle wouldn't have broken."
241. Three gentlemen being at a tavern, whose names were Moore, Strange, and Wright: said the last, There is but one knave in company, and that is Strange: Yes, answered Strange, there is one Moore: Ay, said Moore, that’s Wright.
241. Three gentlemen were at a tavern, named Moore, Strange, and Wright. The last one said, "There's only one jerk here, and that’s Strange." "Yes," replied Strange, "there's one Moore." "Yep," said Moore, "that’s Wright."
242. A Scotch bagpiper travelling in Ireland, opened his wallet by a wood side, and sat down to dinner; no sooner had he said grace, but three wolves came about him. To one he threw bread, to another meat, till his provender was all gone—At length he took up his bagpipes, and began to play, at which the wolves ran away. The deel faw me, said Sawney, an I had kenned you loved music so, you should have had it before dinner.
242. A Scottish bagpiper traveling in Ireland opened his wallet by the woods and sat down to have dinner; as soon as he said grace, three wolves surrounded him. He threw bread to one, meat to another, until his food was all gone. Finally, he picked up his bagpipes and started to play, which made the wolves run away. "I swear," said Sawney, "if I had known you liked music this much, you should have had it before dinner."
243. Metullus Nepos, asking Cicero, the Roman orator, in a scoffing manner, Who was his father? Cicero replied, Thy mother has made that question harder for thee to answer.
243. Metullus Nepos asked Cicero, the Roman orator, in a mocking way, who his father was. Cicero responded, "Your mother has made that question harder for you to answer."
244. The archduke of Austria having been forced to[49] raise the siege of a town called Grave, in Holland, and to retreat privately in the night; Queen Elizabeth said to his secretary here,—What, your master is risen from the grave without sound of trumpet.
244. The archduke of Austria had to[49] lift the siege of a town called Grave in Holland and retreat quietly in the night; Queen Elizabeth said to his secretary here,—What, your master has risen from the grave without the sound of a trumpet.
245. Soon after the death of a great officer, who was judged to have been no great advancer of the king’s affairs, the king said to his solicitor Bacon, who was kinsman to that lord: Now, Bacon, tell me truly, what say you of your cousin? Mr. Bacon answered, Since your Majesty charges me to speak, I will deal plainly with you, and give you such a character of him, as though I was to write his history. I do think he was no fit counsellor to have made your affairs better, yet he was fit to have kept them from growing worse. On my soul, quoth the king, in the first thou speakest like a true man; and in the latter like a kinsman.
245. Soon after the death of a high-ranking official, who wasn’t really considered beneficial for the king’s interests, the king said to his lawyer Bacon, who was related to that lord: “Now, Bacon, tell me honestly, what do you think of your cousin?” Mr. Bacon replied, “Since Your Majesty insists I speak, I’ll be straightforward and give you an assessment of him as if I were writing his biography. I believe he wasn’t the right advisor to improve your affairs, but he was capable of preventing them from getting worse.” “On my soul,” said the king, “in the first part, you speak like a true man; and in the latter, like a relative.”
246. The same king in one of his progresses asked, How far it was to such a town? They told him six miles and a half. He alighted out of his coach, and went under the shoulder of one of the led horses. When some asked his majesty what he meant? I must stalk, says he, for yonder town is shy, and flies me.
246. The same king, during one of his journeys, asked how far it was to a certain town. They told him it was six and a half miles away. He got out of his coach and walked beneath the shoulder of one of the led horses. When some asked him what he was doing, he replied, "I must sneak up, because that town is skittish and avoids me."
247. Lawyers and chambermaids, said a wicked young fellow, are like Balaam’s ass, they never speak unless they see an angel.
247. Lawyers and housekeepers, said a mischievous young guy, are like Balaam’s donkey; they only talk when they see an angel.
248. One being at his wife’s funeral, and the bearers going pretty quick along, he cried out to them, Don’t go so fast, what need we make a toil of pleasure?
248. At his wife’s funeral, as the bearers were moving quickly, he shouted to them, “Don’t go so fast, why should we turn this into a hassle?”
249. A country ’squire being in company with his mistress, and wanting his servant, cried out, Where is the blockhead? Upon your shoulders, said the lady.
249. A country squire was with his mistress and, needing his servant, shouted, "Where is that fool?" The lady replied, "On your shoulders."
250. A philosopher being asked, why learned men frequented rich men’s houses, but rich men seldom visited the learned, answered, That the first know what they want, but the latter do not.
250. A philosopher was asked why educated people often visited rich people’s homes, but rich people rarely went to see educated individuals. He replied that the former know what they want, while the latter do not.
251. Among the articles exhibited to King Henry by the Irish, against the Earl of Kildare, the last concluded thus:—And finally all Ireland cannot rule the earl. Then[50] said the king, The earl shall rule all Ireland: and so made him deputy.
251. Among the items presented to King Henry by the Irish regarding the Earl of Kildare, the final point concluded with:—And in the end, all of Ireland cannot govern the earl. Then[50] the king said, The earl shall govern all of Ireland: and so he appointed him as deputy.
252. Plutarch used to say that men of small capacities put into great places, like statues set upon great pillars, are made to appear the less by their advancement.
252. Plutarch used to say that people with limited abilities, when placed in high positions, like statues on tall pedestals, only seem smaller because of their elevation.
253. A young fellow being told that his mistress was married; to convince him of it, the young gentleman who told him, said, he had seen the bride and bridegroom. Prithee, said the forsaken swain, do not call them by those names; I cannot bear it. Shall I call them dog and cat? answered the other. Oh, no, for heaven’s sake, replied the first, that sounds ten times more like man and wife.
253. A young guy was told that his girlfriend had gotten married; to prove it, the guy who told him said he had seen the bride and groom. "Please, don’t call them that," said the heartbroken young man, "I can’t stand it." "What should I call them, then, dog and cat?" replied the other. "Oh no, for heaven’s sake," the first guy said, "that sounds way more like a married couple."
254. A sea officer, who for his courage in a former engagement, where he had lost his leg, had been preferred to the command of a good ship; in the heat of the next engagement, a cannon-ball took off his wooden deputy, so that he fell upon the deck: A seaman thinking he had been fresh wounded, called out for a surgeon. No, no, said the captain, the carpenter will do this time.
254. A naval officer, who had been promoted to command a solid ship due to his bravery in a previous battle where he lost his leg, was in the heat of another battle when a cannonball knocked off his wooden leg, causing him to fall on the deck. A sailor, thinking he had been freshly wounded, called out for a surgeon. "No, no," the captain said, "the carpenter will handle it this time."
255. A gentleman saying he had bought the stockings he had on in Wales. Really, sir, answered another, I thought so, for they seemed to be Well-chose, i. e. Welch hose.
255. A gentleman said he bought the stockings he was wearing in Wales. "Really, sir," replied another, "I thought so, because they seemed to be well-chosen, i.e., Welsh hose."
256. A nobleman, in a certain king’s reign, being appointed groom of the stole, his majesty took notice to him of the odd sort of perukes he used to wear, and desired that he would now get something that was graver, and more suitable to his age, and the high office he had conferred on him. The next Sunday his lordship appeared at court in a very decent peruke, which being observed by another nobleman, famous for the art of punning, he came up to him, and told him, That he was obliged to alter his locks now he had got the key.[B]
256. A nobleman, during a certain king's reign, was appointed as the groom of the stole. The king noticed the unusual wigs he wore and asked him to get something more serious and appropriate for his age and the high position he had been given. The following Sunday, the nobleman showed up at court wearing a very nice wig. Seeing this, another nobleman known for his puns approached him and said that he had to change his hairstyle now that he had the key. [B]
257. A gentleman named Ball being about to purchase a cornetcy in a regiment of horse, was presented to the[51] colonel for approbation, who being a nobleman, declared he did not like the name, and would have no Balls in his regiment: Nor powder neither, said the gentleman, if your lordship could help it.
257. A gentleman named Ball was about to buy a cornetcy in a cavalry regiment and was introduced to the[51] colonel for approval. The colonel, being a nobleman, said he didn’t like the name and wouldn’t allow any Balls in his regiment. “Nor powder either,” replied the gentleman, “if you could help it, my lord.”
258. Two Irishmen having travelled on foot from Chester to Barnet, were confoundedly tired and fatigued with their journey; and the more so, when they were told they had still about ten miles to London. By my soul and St. Patrick, cries one of them, it is but five miles apiece, let’s e’en walk on.
258. Two Irishmen who had walked from Chester to Barnet were completely exhausted from their journey; they felt even more worn out when they learned they still had about ten miles to London. “By my soul and St. Patrick,” one of them exclaimed, “that’s just five miles each. Let’s keep going.”
259. Mr. Pope, being at dinner with a noble duke, had his own servant in livery waiting on him: The duke asked him, Why he, that eat mostly at other people’s tables, should be such a fool as to keep a fellow in livery only to laugh at him? ’Tis true, answered the poet, he kept but one to laugh at him; but his grace had the honour to keep a dozen.
259. Mr. Pope, who was having dinner with a noble duke, had his own servant in uniform serving him. The duke asked him why, since he mostly dined at other people's tables, he was foolish enough to keep someone in uniform just to laugh at him. It's true, the poet replied, he kept just one to laugh at him; but his grace had the honor of keeping a dozen.
260. An Irish fellow, vaunting of his birth and family, affirmed, That when he came first to England, he made such a figure, that the bells rang through all the towns he passed to London: Ay, said a gentleman in company, I suppose that was because you came up in a waggon with a bell-team.
260. An Irish guy, bragging about his background and family, claimed that when he first arrived in England, he made such an impression that the bells rang in every town he passed on his way to London. “Yeah,” said a gentleman in the group, “I guess that was because you came up in a wagon with a bell team.”
261. One meeting an old acquaintance, whom the world had frowned upon a little, asked him, Where he lived? Where do I live—said he, I don’t know; but I starve down towards Wapping and that way.
261. One day, an old acquaintance, who had fallen out of favor with the world a bit, asked him, "Where do you live?" He replied, "Where do I live—I have no idea; but I’m just getting by down in Wapping and that direction."
262. Two country attornies overtaking a waggoner on the road, and thinking to break a joke upon him, asked him, Why his fore-horse was so fat and the rest so lean? The waggoner knowing them to be limbs of the law, answered them, That his fore-horse was his lawyer and the rest were his clients.
262. Two country attorneys caught up with a wagon driver on the road and, wanting to make a joke, asked him why his lead horse was so fat while the others were so skinny. The wagon driver, recognizing them as legal types, replied that his lead horse was his lawyer and the others were his clients.
263. At a cause tried at the King’s Bench bar, a witness was produced who had a very red nose, and one of the counsel, a good impudent fellow, being desirous to put him out of countenance, called out to him, after he was sworn—Well, let’s hear what you have to say with[52] your copper nose. Why, sir, said he, by the oath I have taken, I would not exchange my copper nose for your brazen face.
263. During a trial at the King’s Bench, a witness with a really red nose was called to the stand, and one of the lawyers, a cheeky guy, wanting to embarrass him, shouted out after he was sworn in—Well, let’s hear what you have to say with[52] your clownish nose. The witness replied, well, sir, based on the oath I took, I wouldn’t trade my red nose for your ugly face.
264. A gentleman having received some abuse, in passing through one of the Inns of Chancery, from some of the impudent clerks, he was advised to complain to the Principal, which he did accordingly; and coming before him, accosted him in the following manner: I have been grossly abused here by some of the rascals of this house, and understanding you are the principal, I am come to acquaint you with it.
264. A man, after being mistreated by some rude clerks while passing through one of the Inns of Chancery, was advised to report it to the Principal. He did so, and when he met him, he said: I've been seriously insulted by some of the scoundrels in this place, and since you're the principal, I'm here to let you know about it.
265. An old roundhead in Oliver’s time, complaining of some heavy rain that fell, said a cavalier, standing by, What unreasonable fellows you roundheads are, who will neither be pleased when God rains, nor when the king reigns.
265. An old Roundhead during Oliver's time, complaining about some heavy rain that fell, said a Cavalier standing nearby, "What unreasonable people you Roundheads are, who can’t be happy whether God sends rain or the king is in charge."
266. A young curate, with more pertness than wit or learning, being asked in company, How he came to take it into his head to enter into the ministry of the church? Because, said he, the Lord had need of me. That may be, replied a gentleman present, for I have often read the Lord had once need of an ass.
266. A young curate, who had more attitude than intelligence or knowledge, was asked in a gathering how he decided to go into ministry. He answered, “Because the Lord needs me.” A gentleman present replied, “That may be true, but I’ve often read that the Lord once needed a donkey.”
267. A very ignorant, but very foppish young fellow, going into a bookseller’s shop with a relation, who went thither to buy something he wanted, seeing his cousin look into a particular book, and smile, asked him, What there was in that book that made him smile? Why, answered the other, this book is dedicated to you, cousin Jack. Is it so? said he, pray let me see it, for I never knew before that I had had such an honour done me: upon which, taking it into his hands, he found it to be Perkin’s Catechism, dedicated to all ignorant persons.
267. A very clueless, but very vain young guy went into a bookstore with a relative who was there to buy something he needed. When he saw his cousin looking at a specific book and smiling, he asked him what was in that book that made him smile. The other replied, “This book is dedicated to you, cousin Jack.” “Really?” he said. “Let me see it, because I had no idea I was honored like that.” After taking it in his hands, he discovered it was Perkins's Catechism, dedicated to all clueless people.
268. There was a short time when Mr. Handel, notwithstanding his merit, was deserted, and his opera at the Hay-Market neglected almost by everybody but his Majesty, for that of Porpora at Lincoln’s-Inn-Fields; at this time another nobleman asking the earl of C——d if he would go one night to the opera? My lord asked,[53] Which? Oh, to that in the Hay-Market, answered the other. No, my lord, said the earl, I have no occasion for a private audience of his majesty to-night.
268. There was a brief period when Mr. Handel, despite his talent, was overlooked, and his opera at the Hay-Market was almost forgotten by everyone except his Majesty, in favor of Porpora’s work at Lincoln’s-Inn-Fields; during this time, another nobleman asked the Earl of C——d if he would like to go to the opera one night. My lord inquired,[53] Which one? Oh, the one in the Hay-Market, the other replied. No, my lord, said the earl, I don't need a private audience with his Majesty tonight.
269. Some scholars, on a time, going to steal conies, by the way they warned a novice amongst them to make no noise, for fear of spoiling their game: but he no sooner espied some, but he cried out aloud, Ecce conniculi multi. Whereupon the conies ran with all speed into their burrows; upon which his fellows chiding him—Who, said he, would have thought that the conies understood Latin?
269. Some scholars, once trying to steal rabbits, warned a newcomer among them to be quiet so they wouldn't scare their prey away. But as soon as he spotted some, he shouted, Look, lots of rabbits! The rabbits immediately dashed into their burrows. His companions scolded him, and he replied, “Who would have thought that rabbits understood Latin?”
270. A drunken fellow having sold all his goods, to maintain himself at his pot, except his feather bed, at last made away with that too; when being reproved for it by some of his friends; Why, said he, I am very well, thank God, and why should I keep my bed?
270. A drunk guy sold all his stuff to keep drinking, except for his feather bed, and eventually got rid of that too. When some friends scolded him for it, he replied, "I’m doing fine, thank God, so why should I keep my bed?"
271. An old lady meeting a Cambridge man, asked him, How her nephew behaved himself? Truly, madam, says he, he’s a brave fellow, and sticks close to Catherine Hall—[name of a college]. I vow, said she, I feared as much, he was always hankering after the girls from a boy.
271. An old lady meeting a Cambridge man asked him how her nephew was doing. "Honestly, ma'am," he said, "he's a good guy and stays close to Catherine Hall." "I knew it," she said. "He’s always been interested in girls since he was a boy."
272. A gentleman being arrested for a pretty large sum of money, sent to an acquaintance, who had often professed a great friendship for him, to beg he would bail him; the other told him, that he had promised never to be bail for anybody; but with much kindness said, I’ll tell you what you may do, you may get somebody else if you can.
272. A man was arrested for a pretty large amount of money and reached out to a friend, who had often claimed to be very close to him, asking if he would bail him out. The friend replied that he had promised never to be a guarantor for anyone, but kindly added, "Here’s what you can do: find someone else if you can."
273. When king Charles the First was in great anxiety about signing the warrant for the Earl of Strafford’s execution, saying, it was next to death to part with so able a minister, and so loyal a subject; a certain favorite of the king’s standing by, soon resolved his majesty, by telling him, that in such an exigence, a man had better part with his crutch than his leg.
273. When King Charles the First was extremely worried about signing the order for the Earl of Strafford’s execution, stating that it felt like losing a valuable minister and a loyal subject was almost like facing death; a certain favorite of the king who was nearby quickly resolved his decision by telling him that in a situation like this, it’s better to let go of a crutch than to lose a leg.
274. Some rattling young fellows from London putting into a country inn, seeing a plain rough-hewn farmer[54] there; said one of them, You shall see me dumb-found that countryman. So coming up to him, he gave his hat a twirl round, saying, there’s half a crown for you, countryman. The former, after recovering a little from his surprise, reared his oaken towel, and surveying him very gravely, gave him two very handsome drubs on the shoulder, saying, I thank you for your kindness, friend, there’s two shillings of your money again.
274. Some loud young guys from London stopped at a country inn and saw a plain, rough farmer there. One of them said, "Watch me totally impress that country guy." So he walked up to him, twirled his hat around, and said, "Here’s half a crown for you, country guy." The farmer, after recovering a bit from his surprise, straightened his back and gave him a serious look. Then he gave him two solid pats on the shoulder and said, "Thanks for your generosity, friend. Here’s two shillings back to you."
275. One of the aforesaid rattling blades having been once a little kicked for his impertinence, demanded of his benefactor with a bluff face, Whether he was in earnest, or not? Yes, faith, said the other, in very good earnest, laying his hand on his sword. Say you so? replied he, I am glad of that with all my heart, for I don’t like such jests.
275. One of those noisy blades, having been kicked a little for his rudeness, asked his benefactor with a tough expression, if he was serious or not. "Yes, indeed," the other said, quite serious, placing his hand on his sword. "Is that so?" he replied, "I'm really glad to hear that, because I don’t appreciate such jokes."
276. A merchant in London, having bought a pretty estate in Surrey, and afterwards two or three more fields adjoining to it, a person speaking of his purchase to a friend, said, he did not think Mr. Such-a-one had been in circumstances to make so large a purchase. O dear! said the other, you don’t know how considerable a man he is; why, since he bought that estate in Surrey, he has bought Moor-fields. That must be a great purchase, indeed, replied the other.
276. A merchant in London bought a nice property in Surrey, and later got two or three more fields next to it. When someone mentioned his purchase to a friend, they said they didn’t think Mr. Such-and-such could afford such a big buy. Oh wow! the other responded, you have no idea how significant a guy he is; ever since he bought that estate in Surrey, he’s also bought Moor-fields. That must really be a big purchase, the other replied.
277. The old earl of B——d, one of the most facetious men of his time, being once in waiting at court, made an excuse one morning to leave the king, assuring his majesty he would be back to wait on him before 12 o’clock, there being great occasion for his attendance. The king had inquired for him several times, his lordship having exceeded his time: at length he came, and going to the clock in the drawing-room, heard it strike one; at which, being a little enraged, he up with his cane and broke the glass of the clock. The king asked him afterwards, What made him break the clock? I am sure, says my lord, your majesty won’t be angry when you hear. Prithee, said the king, what was it? Why blood, my liege, the clock struck first.
277. The old Earl of B——d, one of the most humorous men of his time, was once at court and made an excuse to leave the king one morning. He assured His Majesty that he would return before 12 o’clock because his presence was urgently needed. The king had asked for him several times since he was late. Finally, he arrived, and upon checking the clock in the drawing room, he heard it strike one. Annoyed, he raised his cane and smashed the glass of the clock. Later, the king asked him why he broke the clock. “I’m sure you won’t be angry when you hear it,” replied my lord. “Come on, what was it?” said the king. “Well, my liege, the clock struck first.”
278. A person having been put to great shifts to get[55] money to support his credit; some of his creditors at length sent him word, that they would give him trouble. Pshaw! said he, I have had trouble enough to borrow the money, and had not need be troubled to pay it again.
278. A person went to great lengths to get[55] money to support his credit; some of his creditors finally warned him that they would cause him trouble. "Whatever," he said, "I’ve already had enough trouble borrowing the money, so I shouldn’t have to deal with more trouble paying it back."
279. Queen Elizabeth seeing a gentleman in her garden, who had not felt the effect of her favours so soon as he expected, looking out of her window, said to him in Italian, What does a man think of, Sir Edward, when he thinks of nothing? After a little pause, he answered, He thinks, madam, of a woman’s promise. The queen shrunk in her head, but was heard to say, Well, Sir Edward, I must not confute you: anger makes dull men witty, but it keeps them poor.
279. Queen Elizabeth, spotting a gentleman in her garden who hadn’t felt the impact of her favors as quickly as he hoped, called out to him from her window in Italian, "What does a man think about, Sir Edward, when he thinks of nothing?" After a brief pause, he replied, "He thinks, madam, of a woman’s promise." The queen recoiled slightly but was heard to say, "Well, Sir Edward, I won’t argue with you: anger makes dull men clever, but it keeps them poor."
280. A lady whose beauty was very much upon the decline, having sent her picture to a gentleman that was to come a wooing to her, bid her chambermaid, when she was coming to dress her, take care in repairing her decays a little, or she should not look like her picture. I warrant you, madam, says she, laying on the Bavarian red, a little art once made your picture like you, now a little of the same art shall make you like your picture; your picture must sit to you.
280. A lady whose beauty was fading sent her picture to a gentleman who was coming to court her. She told her maid, who was coming to help her get ready, to be careful in covering up her flaws a bit or she wouldn't look like her picture. “I assure you, ma'am,” said the maid, applying some Bavarian red, “a bit of makeup once made your picture look like you, and now a little of the same will help you look like your picture; your picture should match you.”
281. A termagant sempstress coming to dun a young fellow at his lodgings, where he was terribly afraid to have his landlady hear; she began to open her quail pipes at a great rate, but was presently seized with a fit of coughing. Lord, says she, I have got such a cold I can hardly speak. Nay, as to that, says he, I don’t care how softly you speak. Don’t tell me of speaking softly, said she, let me have my money, or I’ll take the law of you. Do, says he, then you’ll be forced to hold your tongue, for the law allows nobody to scold in their own cause.
281. A loud seamstress showed up to demand money from a young guy at his place, and he was really worried about his landlady overhearing. She started yelling at him, but then she suddenly got a coughing fit. “Oh my, I have such a cold I can barely talk,” she said. “Well, I don’t mind how quietly you talk,” he replied. “Don't talk to me about being quiet,” she snapped, “just give me my money, or I’ll sue you.” “Go ahead,” he said, “but then you'll have to keep quiet, because the law doesn’t allow anyone to yell in their own case.”
282. Some persons talking of a fine lady that had many suitors: Well, says one of them, you may talk of this great man and that great man, of this lord and t’other knight; but I know a fellow without a foot of estate, that will carry her before them all. Pho, that’s impossible, says another, unless you mean her coachman.
282. Some people were discussing a classy lady who had many admirers. One of them said, “You can talk about this important man and that important man, this lord and that knight, but I know a guy with no land to his name who will win her over them all.” “Come on, that’s impossible,” said another, “unless you’re talking about her chauffeur.”
283. Count Gondomar, the Spanish ambassador here, in Queen Elizabeth’s time, sent a compliment to the Lord St. Albans, whom he lived on no good terms with, wishing him a merry Easter. My lord thanked the messenger, and said, he could not requite the count better than by wishing him a good Pass-over.
283. Count Gondomar, the Spanish ambassador here during Queen Elizabeth’s time, sent a compliment to Lord St. Albans, with whom he didn’t get along well, wishing him a happy Easter. My lord thanked the messenger and said he couldn’t repay the count better than by wishing him a good Passover.
284. A certain philosopher, when he saw men in a hurry to finish any matter, used to say, Stay a little, that we may make an end the sooner.
284. A certain philosopher, when he saw people rushing to get things done, would say, Hold on a moment, so we can finish sooner.
285. Sir Francis Bacon was wont to say of a passionate man, who suppressed his anger, That he thought worse than he spoke; and of an angry man, that would vent his passion in words, That he spoke worse than he thought.
285. Sir Francis Bacon used to say that a passionate person who held back their anger thought worse than they spoke, and that an angry person who expressed their feelings in words spoke worse than they thought.
286. The same gentleman used to say, that power in an ill man was like the power of a witch—he could do harm, but no good; as the magicians, said he, could turn water into blood, but could not turn blood into water again.
286. That same guy used to say that power in a bad person was like the power of a witch—he could cause harm, but not do any good; just like magicians, he said, could turn water into blood, but couldn’t turn blood back into water again.
287. He was likewise wont to commend much the advice of a plain old man at Buxton, who sold brooms. A proud lazy young fellow came to him for a besom upon trust, to whom the old man said, Friend, hast thou no money? Borrow of thy back and of thy belly, they’ll never ask thee for’t; I shall be dunning thee every day.
287. He was also known to praise the advice of a straightforward old man at Buxton who sold brooms. A proud, lazy young man came to him asking for a broom on credit. The old man replied, "Friend, don’t you have any money? Borrow from your back and your belly; they’ll never ask you for it. I’ll be asking you for payment every day."
288. When recruits were raising for the late wars, a serjeant told his captain that he had got him a very extraordinary man: Ay, says the captain, prithee what’s he? A butcher, sir, replied the serjeant, and your honour will have double service of him, for we had two sheep-stealers in the company before.
288. When they were recruiting for the recent wars, a sergeant told his captain that he had found a really remarkable man. "Oh really?" said the captain, "What’s so special about him?" "He's a butcher, sir," replied the sergeant, "and you'll get double duty out of him because we already had two sheep-stealers in the company before."
289. A harmless country fellow having commenced a suit against a gentleman that had beat down his fences, and spoiled his corn; when the assizes grew near, his adversary bribed his only evidence to keep out of the way: Well, says the fellow, I’m resolved I’ll up to town, and the king shall know it. The king know it! said his landlord, who was an attorney, prithee what good will that[57] do you, if the man keeps out of the way? Why, sir, said the poor fellow, I have heard you say, the king could make a man a-peer at any time.
289. A simple country guy started a lawsuit against a gentleman who tore down his fence and ruined his crops. As the court date approached, his opponent bribed the only witness to stay away. "Well," the guy said, “I’m determined to go to town, and the king will hear about this." "The king will hear about it?" said his landlord, who was a lawyer. "What good will that do you if the man is not around?" "Well, sir," replied the poor fellow, "I’ve heard you say that the king can make someone a peer anytime."
290. One speaking of an agreeable young fellow, said, He had wit enough to call his good nature in question, and yet good nature enough to make his wit suspected.
290. Someone describing a likeable young guy said, He was smart enough to doubt his own kindness, and yet kind enough to make people question his intelligence.
291. A person seeing a tolerably pretty fellow, who, by the help of a tailor and sempstress had transformed himself into a beau, said, What pity it is to see one, whom nature has made no fool, so industrious to pass for an ass. Rather, said another, one should pity those whom nature abuses than those who abuse nature; besides, the town would be robbed of one-half of its diversion, if it should become a crime to laugh at a fool.
291. Someone saw a pretty decent-looking guy who, with the help of a tailor and a seamstress, had turned himself into a fancy dresser, and said, "What a shame to see someone who isn’t a fool by nature working so hard to look like one." Another person replied, "We should feel sorry for those whom nature shortchanges rather than those who shortchange nature. Plus, the town would lose half its entertainment if it became a crime to laugh at a fool."
292. At the masquerade in the Hay-Market, one appearing in the habit of a bishop, another, for the jest’s sake, bowed his knee to ask a blessing. The former laying his hand on his head, very demurely said, Prithee rise, there’s nothing in’t indeed, friend.
292. At the masquerade in the Hay-Market, one person dressed as a bishop, and another, jokingly, knelt down to ask for a blessing. The first person placed his hand on the other's head and said very seriously, "Please get up; there’s nothing to it, really, my friend."
293. Of all coxcombs, the most intolerable in conversation is your fighting fool, and your opiniated wit; the one is always talking to show his parts, and the other always quarrelling to show his valour.
293. Of all the foolish people, the most unbearable in conversation is the combative idiot and the arrogant smart-ass; one is always talking to show off their talents, and the other is always arguing to prove their bravery.
294. One said of a fantastical fellow, that he was the folio of himself, bound up in his own calf’s leather, and gilt about the edges.
294. Someone said about a quirky guy that he was a book of himself, wrapped up in his own leather cover, with shiny gold edges.
295. A decayed gentleman coming to one who had been a servant, to borrow money of him, received a very scurvy answer, concluding in the following words: Pray, sir, what do you trouble me for? I’ve no money to lend. I’m sure you lie, said the gentleman, for if you were not rich, you durst not be so saucy.
295. A washed-up gentleman approached someone who used to be his servant to borrow money, but got a really rude response that ended with: Look, I don’t know why you’re bothering me. I don’t have any money to lend. “You’re definitely lying,” said the gentleman, “because if you weren’t wealthy, you wouldn’t be so bold.”
296. The Roman Catholics make a sacrament of matrimony, and, in consequence of that notion, pretend that it confers grace. The Protestant divines do not carry matters so high, but say, This ought to be understood in a qualified sense; and that marriage so far confers grace,[58] as that, generally speaking, it brings repentance, which everybody knows is one step towards grace.
296. Roman Catholics treat marriage as a sacrament, believing that it imparts grace. Protestant theologians don't take it so far; they suggest that this should be understood in a more limited way, saying that marriage offers grace to the extent that, generally speaking, it leads to repentance, which everyone knows is a step toward grace.[58]
297. An extravagant young gentleman, to whom the title of lord, and a good estate, was just fallen, being a little harassed by duns, bid his steward tell them, That whilst he was a private gentleman he had leisure to run in debt, but being now advanced to a higher rank, he was too busy to pay them.
297. A flashy young man, who had just inherited the title of lord and a nice estate, was feeling a bit pressured by debt collectors. He told his steward to let them know that while he was just a regular guy, he had time to go into debt, but now that he had been promoted to a higher status, he was too busy to pay them.
298. A gentleman complaining of a misfortune, said it was all along with that drunken sot his man, who could not keep himself sober. With your worship, said the fellow, I know very few drunken sots that do keep themselves sober.
298. A gentleman, complaining about his misfortune, said it was all because of that drunkard he employed, who couldn't stay sober. The man replied, with all due respect, I know very few drunks who can actually stay sober.
299. A certain Irishman making strong love to a lady of great fortune, told her, He could not sleep for dreaming of her.
299. A certain Irishman was passionately pursuing a wealthy lady and told her that he couldn’t sleep because he was dreaming about her.
300. A plain country yeoman bringing his daughter to town, said, for all she was brought up altogether in the country, she was a girl of sense. Yes, said a pert young female in the company, country sense. Why, faith, madam, says the fellow, country sense is better sometimes than London impudence.
300. A straightforward country farmer bringing his daughter to town said that, even though she was raised completely in the countryside, she was a smart girl. "Yeah," said a cheeky young woman in the group, "smart for a country girl." "Well, ma'am," replied the farmer, "country smarts can be better sometimes than city arrogance."
301. I’ll swear, said a gentleman to his mistress, you are very handsome. Pho, said she, so you’d say, though you did not think so. And so you’d think, answered he, though I should not say so.
301. I swear, said a guy to his girlfriend, you’re really beautiful. Oh please, she replied, you’d say that even if you didn’t mean it. And you’d really think that, he replied, even if I didn’t say it.
302. A gentleman in King Charles the Second’s time, who had paid a tedious attendance at court for a place, and had a thousand promises, at length resolved to see the king himself; so getting himself introduced, he told his majesty what pretensions he had to his favour, and boldly asked him for the place just then vacant. The king hearing his story, told him he had just given the place away. Upon which the gentleman made a very low obeisance to the king, and thanked him extremely; which he repeated often. The king, observing how over-thankful he was, called him again, and asked the reason why he gave him such extraordinary thanks,[59] when he had denied his suit. The rather, an’t please your majesty, replied the gentleman; your courtiers have kept me waiting here these two years, and gave me a thousand put-offs; but your majesty has saved me all that trouble, and generously given me my answer at once. Gads fish, man, said the king, thou shalt have the place for thy downright honesty.
302. A gentleman in King Charles the Second's time, who had spent a long time waiting at court for a job and had received countless promises, finally decided to speak to the king himself. After getting introduced, he explained to his majesty why he deserved his favor and boldly requested the position that was currently vacant. The king, after hearing his story, informed him that he had just given the position away. The gentleman then made a deep bow to the king and thanked him profusely, repeating his thanks often. The king, noticing how overly grateful he was, called him back and asked why he was giving him such extraordinary thanks when he had turned down his request. “Because, your majesty,” replied the gentleman, “your courtiers have kept me waiting here for two years and made me countless excuses, but you have spared me all that trouble and generously given me my answer right away.” “By gad, man,” said the king, “you shall have the position for your straightforward honesty.”
303. A merry droll servant, who lived with a lady that was just on the point of matrimony, being sent with a How-d’ye-do to an acquaintance of hers, who lived a few miles off, was asked how his lady did? Ah, dear madam, replied the fellow, she can never live long in this condition.
303. A cheerful, funny servant, who worked for a lady about to get married, was sent to deliver a greeting to one of her friends who lived a few miles away. When asked how his lady was doing, the servant replied, "Oh, dear madam, she can’t possibly last much longer in this state."
304. ’Twas a beautiful turn given by a great lady, who being asked, Where her husband was, when he lay concealed for having been deeply concerned in a conspiracy? resolutely answered, She had hid him. This confession drew her before the king, who told her, Nothing but her discovering where her lord was concealed, could save her from the torture. And will that do? said the lady. Yes, said the king, I give you my word for it. Then, said she, I have hid him in my heart, there you’ll find him.
304. It was a beautiful moment created by a great lady, who, when asked where her husband was hiding because he was deeply involved in a conspiracy, confidently replied that she had concealed him. This admission brought her before the king, who told her that the only way to save herself from torture was to reveal where her husband was hidden. "And will that work?" the lady asked. "Yes," said the king, "I give you my word." Then she said, "I have hidden him in my heart; that’s where you’ll find him."
305. An English gentleman travelling to France, had made choice of an abbé as reckless as himself, for the companion of his pleasures. One of his countrymen told him, That though the abbé and he differed about the way to heaven, they were in a fair way of going to the devil together.
305. An English gentleman traveling to France had chosen an abbé as reckless as himself to be his companion in fun. One of his fellow countrymen told him that even though the abbé and he disagreed on the path to heaven, they were on a good track to head to the devil together.
306. A petulant self-willed coxcomb was threatening, if his humour was not gratified, to leave his relations and family and go away to France. Let him alone, said one, he will come back from France, before he gets half way to Dover.
306. A sulky, self-centered show-off was threatening, if he didn't get his way, to leave his family and head to France. Just ignore him, said one person; he'll be back from France before he even makes it halfway to Dover.
307. A countryman in the street inquiring the way to Newgate, an arch fellow that heard him, said, he’d show him presently. Do but go across the way, said he, to yon goldsmith’s shop, and move off with one of those silver tankards, and it will bring you thither presently.[60]
307. A countryman in the street asking for directions to Newgate was heard by a clever guy, who said he would show him right away. Just cross the street to that goldsmith's shop, he said, and take one of those silver tankards, and it will get you there in no time.[60]
308. Men sometimes blurt out very unlucky truths. A town beggar was very importunate with a rich miser, whom he accosted in the following phrase: Pray, sir, bestow your charity; good, dear sir, bestow your charity. Prithee, friend, be quiet, replied old Gripus, I have it not.
308. Sometimes people accidentally say really unfortunate truths. A beggar in town was very persistent with a wealthy miser, approaching him with, "Please, sir, share your charity; good, kind sir, share your charity." "Please be quiet, my friend," replied old Gripus, "I don't have any."
309. A certain priest in a rich abbey in Florence, being a fisherman’s son, caused a net to be spread every day, on a table in his apartment, to put him in mind of his origin: the abbot dying, this dissembled humility procured him to be chosen abbot; after which, the net was used no more. Being asked the reason, he answered, There is no occasion for the net now the fish is caught.
309. A certain priest in a wealthy abbey in Florence, who was the son of a fisherman, had a net laid out every day on a table in his room to remind him of his roots. When the abbot died, this feigned humility helped him get chosen as the new abbot; after that, the net was no longer used. When asked why, he replied, "There's no need for the net now that the fish is caught."
310. A farmer who had a very great name in the country for his dexterity in manly exercises, such as wrestling, throwing the bar, and the like, drew upon himself many occasions to try his skill, with such as came far and near to challenge him: among the rest, a conceited fellow rode a great way to visit this champion, and being told that he was in his ground behind the house, he alighted, and walked with his horse’s bridle in his hand, till he came where he found him at work; so hanging the bridle upon the pales, he accosted him thus: That having heard much of his fame, he had come forty miles to try a fall with him. The champion, without more words, came up to him, and closing with him, took him upon such an advantageous lock, that he pitched him clean over the pales; with a great deal of unconcern, he took up his spade, and fell to work again: the fellow getting upon his legs again, as nimbly as he could, called to speak to him. Well, said the champion, have you any more to say to me? No, no, replied the fellow, only to desire you would be so kind as throw my horse after me.
310. A farmer who was really well-known in the area for his skill in tough sports like wrestling and throwing the weight often had people come from far and wide to challenge him. One day, a cocky guy rode a long distance to challenge this champion. He was told that the farmer was working in his field behind the house, so he got off his horse and walked with the reins in hand until he found him. After hanging the reins on a fence, he approached the farmer and said that he'd come forty miles to try to wrestle with him. Without saying much, the champion squared up to him and quickly got him in such a position that he tossed him right over the fence. Without a care, he picked up his spade and went back to work. The guy, getting back on his feet as fast as he could, called out to him. Well, said the champion, do you have anything else to say? No, no, the guy replied, I just wanted to ask if you could toss my horse over to me too.
311. A busy impertinent, entertaining Aristotle the philosopher one day with a tedious discourse, and observing that he did not much regard him, made an apology, That he was afraid he had interrupted him. No,[61] really, replied the philosopher, you have not interrupted me at all, for I have not minded one word you said.
311. A busy know-it-all was trying to entertain Aristotle the philosopher one day with a long-winded speech, and noticing that Aristotle wasn't paying much attention, he apologized, saying he was worried he had interrupted him. "No," replied the philosopher, "you haven't interrupted me at all, because I haven't paid any attention to what you’ve said."
312. Two conceited coxcombs wrangling and exposing one another before company, one told them, That they had both done like wits: for wits, said he, never give over till they prove one another fools.
312. Two arrogant idiots arguing and calling each other out in front of others, one of them told the crowd that they were both acting like fools: because, he said, fools never stop until they show each other how foolish they are.
313. A lawyer and a physician having a dispute about precedence, referred it to Diogenes, who gave it in favour of the lawyer, in these terms: Let the thief go before, and the executioner follow.
313. A lawyer and a doctor had a disagreement about who should go first, so they brought it to Diogenes. He ruled in favor of the lawyer, saying: Let the thief go first, and the executioner follow.
314. A person having two very graceless sons, the one robbed him of his money, and the other of his goods: His neighbour coming to condole with him, told him, He might sue the county, for he had been robbed between son and son.
314. A man had two very clumsy sons; one stole his money and the other took his belongings. When his neighbor came to offer his sympathy, he told him he could sue the county because he had been robbed by one son after the other.
315. A person speaking to the Earl of C——d of the false taste of several people of quality, and their ignorance in many things that they pretend to understand; Why, said my Lord, most of our people of quality judge of everything by their ears but the opera, and that they go to see.
315. A person was talking to the Earl of C——d about the poor taste of some high-profile individuals and their lack of understanding in many areas they pretend to know about. My Lord replied, most of our high society tends to judge everything by what they hear, except for the opera, which they actually go to watch.
316. A citizen dying greatly in debt, it coming to his creditors’ ears—Farewell, said one, there is so much of mine gone with him. And he carried so much of mine, said another. One hearing them make their several complaints, said, Well, I see now, that though a man can carry nothing of his own out of the world, yet he may carry a great deal of other men’s.
316. A citizen dying deeply in debt, once his creditors heard about it—One said, "Goodbye, there goes a lot of my money with him." Another replied, "He took a good amount of mine too." One person, hearing their complaints, said, "Well, I see now that while a man can take nothing of his own from this world, he can certainly take a lot of what belongs to others."
317. Three young conceited wits, as they thought themselves, passing along the road near Oxford, met a grave old gentleman, with whom they had a mind to be rudely merry; Good morrow, father Abraham, said one: Good morrow, father Isaac, said the next: Good morrow, father Jacob, cried the last. I am neither Abraham, Isaac, nor Jacob, replied the old gentleman, but Saul, the son of Kish, who went out to seek his father’s asses, and lo! here I have found them.
317. Three young, arrogant guys, as they liked to think of themselves, were walking along the road near Oxford when they encountered a serious old man. They decided to have some crude fun with him. "Good morning, Father Abraham," said one. "Good morning, Father Isaac," said the next. "Good morning, Father Jacob," shouted the last. "I am neither Abraham, Isaac, nor Jacob," replied the old man, "but Saul, the son of Kish, who went out to look for his father’s donkeys, and here I have found them."
318. An ingenious young gentleman at the University[62] of Oxford, being appointed to preach before the Vice Chancellor, and the heads of the colleges, at St. Mary’s, and having formerly observed the drowsiness of the Vice Chancellor, took this place of scripture for his text: “What! cannot ye watch one hour?” At every division he concluded with his text; which by reason of the Vice Chancellor sitting so near the pulpit, often awaked him. This was so noted among the wits, that it was the talk of the whole University, and withal it so nettled the Vice Chancellor, that he complained to the Archbishop of Canterbury, who, willing to redress him, sent for this scholar up to London, to defend himself against the crime laid to his charge; where coming, he gave so many proofs of his extraordinary wit, that the Archbishop enjoined him to preach before King James. After some excuses, he at length consented; and coming into the pulpit, began, “James the First, and the Sixth, waver not”; meaning the first king of England, and the sixth of Scotland; at first the king was somewhat amazed at the text, but in the end was so well pleased with his sermon, that he made him one of his chaplains in ordinary. After this advancement, the Archbishop sent him down to Oxford to make his recantation to the Vice Chancellor, and to take leave of the University, which he accordingly did, and took the latter part of the verse of the former text, “Sleep on now and take your rest”: concluding his sermon, he made his apology to the Vice Chancellor, Whereas I said before, which gave offence, What! cannot ye watch one hour? I say now, Sleep on and take your rest—and so left the University.
318. A clever young man at the University[62] of Oxford was asked to preach in front of the Vice Chancellor and the heads of the colleges at St. Mary's. Noticing that the Vice Chancellor often dozed off, he chose this scripture as his text: “What! Can't you stay awake for one hour?” At each section of his sermon, he ended with his text, which, since the Vice Chancellor was sitting so close to the pulpit, frequently woke him up. This became a popular topic among the clever folks at the university, and it annoyed the Vice Chancellor so much that he complained to the Archbishop of Canterbury. The Archbishop, wanting to help, summoned this student to London to defend himself against the accusation. When he arrived, he showcased his incredible wit so well that the Archbishop asked him to preach before King James. After some hesitation, he finally agreed. When he got into the pulpit, he started with, “James the First, and the Sixth, waver not,” referring to the first king of England and the sixth of Scotland. At first, the king was a bit taken aback by the text, but eventually, he enjoyed the sermon so much that he made the young man one of his regular chaplains. Following this promotion, the Archbishop sent him back to Oxford to apologize to the Vice Chancellor and say goodbye to the university. He did this and ended his sermon with the latter part of his original text: “Sleep on now and take your rest.” He wrapped up his apology to the Vice Chancellor, saying, “Whereas I said before, which offended you, What! Can't you stay awake for one hour? I now say, Sleep on and take your rest,” and left the university.
319. A plain country fellow, born in Essex, coming to London, which place he had never seen before, as he walked in a certain street, not a great way from Mark Lane, espied a rope hanging at a merchant’s door, with a handle to it; and wondering what it meant, he took it in his hand, and played with it to and fro; at length, pulling it hard, he heard a bell ring; it so happened, that the merchant, being near the door, went himself, and demanded what the fellow would have. Nothing, sir, said he, I did but play with this pretty thing which[63] hangs at your door. What countryman are you? said the merchant. An Essex man, an’t please you, replied the other. I thought so, replied the merchant, for I have often heard say, that if a man beat a bush in Essex, there presently comes forth a calf. It may be so, replied the countryman, and I think a man can no sooner ring a bell in London, but out pops a donkey.
319. A simple country guy from Essex came to London, which he had never seen before. As he was walking down a certain street not far from Mark Lane, he spotted a rope hanging at a merchant's door with a handle on it. Curious about what it was for, he picked it up and played with it back and forth. Eventually, he pulled it hard and heard a bell ring. It just so happened that the merchant was close by and came over to ask what the guy wanted. “Nothing, sir,” he said, “I was just playing with this nice thing that hangs at your door.” “What country are you from?” the merchant asked. “I’m from Essex, if it pleases you,” replied the countryman. “I thought so,” the merchant said, “because I’ve often heard that if a man shakes a bush in Essex, a calf will pop out right away.” “That may be,” the countryman replied, “but I think the moment someone rings a bell in London, out comes a donkey.”
320. A young man married to an ill-tempered woman, who, not contented, though he was very kind to her, made continual complaints to her father, to the great grief of both families; the husband being no longer able to endure this strange humour, beat her soundly. Hereupon she complained to her father, who understanding well the perverseness of her humour, took her to task, and laced her soundly too; saying, Go, and commend me to your husband, and tell him, I am now even with him, for I have cudgelled his wife, as he hath beaten my daughter.
320. A young man was married to a difficult woman who, despite his kindness, was never satisfied and constantly complained to her father, much to the distress of both families. The husband, unable to tolerate her behavior any longer, gave her a good beating. In response, she went to her father, who, knowing well how unreasonable she was, scolded her and gave her a good thrashing too. He said, "Go, send my regards to your husband and tell him I’ve balanced the score, because I’ve punished his wife just like he punished my daughter."
321. A fellow hearing one say, according to the Italian proverb, That three women make a market with their chattering; Nay, then, said he, add my wife to them, and they will make a fair.
321. A guy heard someone say, following the Italian proverb, that three women gossiping create a market. He replied, then include my wife, and they’ll make a festival.
322. A scholar, in College Hall, declaiming, having a bad memory, was at a stand; whereupon in a low voice, he desired one that stood close by, to help him out: No, said the other, methinks you are out enough already.
322. A scholar in College Hall was speaking, but because he had a bad memory, he got stuck. So, he quietly asked someone nearby to help him out. "No," the other replied, "I think you're already out enough."
323. A gentleman riding near the forest of Which-wood, in Oxfordshire, asked a fellow, What that wood was called; he said, Which-wood, sir: Why that wood, said the gentleman. Which-wood, sir: Why that wood, I tell thee;—he still said Which-wood. I think, said the gentleman, thou art as senseless as the wood that grows there. It may be so, replied the other, but you know not Which-wood.
323. A guy riding near the Which-wood forest in Oxfordshire asked someone what that wood was called. The man replied, "Which-wood, sir." The guy asked, "Why that wood?" and the man repeated, "Which-wood, sir." The guy pressed on, "Why that wood? I’m telling you—" and the man still said, "Which-wood." The guy said, "I think you’re as clueless as the wood that grows there." The other replied, "Maybe so, but you still don’t know Which-wood."
324. A physician was wont to say, when he met a friend, I am glad to see you well. In troth, sir, said one, I think you do but dissemble, for the world always goes ill with you, when it goes well with your friends.
324. A doctor used to say, when he ran into a friend, "I'm glad to see you doing well." "Honestly, man," replied someone, "I think you're just pretending, because your life always seems to go poorly when things are good for your friends."
325. A gentleman falling to decay, shifted where he could; among the rest, he visited an old acquaintance, and stayed with him seven or eight days, in which time the man began to be weary of his guest, and to be rid of him, feigned a falling out with his wife, by which means their fare was very slender. The gentleman perceiving their drift, but not knowing whither to go to better himself, told them, He had been there seven days, and had not seen any falling out betwixt them before; and that he was resolved to stay seven weeks longer, but he would see them friends again.
325. A gentleman down on his luck moved around as best he could; among others, he visited an old friend and stayed with him for seven or eight days. During that time, the host began to grow tired of his guest, so to get rid of him, he pretended to have an argument with his wife, which made their meals quite meager. The gentleman noticed what they were up to but didn’t know where else to go to improve his situation. He pointed out that he had been there for seven days and hadn’t witnessed any argument between them before, and he declared that he planned to stay for seven more weeks, but he would make sure they were friends again.
326. A gentleman who loved everything that was foreign, and was extremely fond of hard names, dining at a friend’s house, asked him, What the name of the wine was, of which he had just drank a glass at table; his friend, knowing that it was but indifferent, and recollecting that he had bought it at the Stocks Market, told him, it was the true Stoko Marketto; upon which he found the wine excellent, and gave it great encomiums.
326. A guy who loved everything foreign and was really into complicated names, was having dinner at a friend's place and asked him the name of the wine he had just sipped. His friend, knowing it wasn't that great and remembering he bought it at the Stocks Market, told him it was the true Stoko Marketto. Hearing this, he thought the wine was amazing and praised it highly.
327. A knavish attorney asking a very worthy gentleman, what was honesty? What is that to you? said he; meddle with those things that concern you.
327. A tricky lawyer asked a very respectable man, what is honesty? What does that matter to you? he replied; stick to the things that concern you.
328. A simple bumpkin, coming to London, was very much taken with the sight of a chair, or sedan, and bargained with the chairmen to carry him to a place he named. The chairmen, observing the curiosity of the clown to be suitable to the meanness of his habit, privately took out the bottom of the chair, and then put him into it, which when they took up, the countryman’s feet were upon the ground, and as the chairmen advanced, so did he; and to make the better sport, if any place was dirtier in the way than the rest, that they chose to go through; the countryman not knowing but others used to be carried, or rather driven in the same manner, coming to his lodgings, gave them their demand. Returning into the country, he related what rare things he had seen in London, and withal, that he been conveyed in a sedan: Sedan, quoth one, what is that? Why, said he, like our watch-house, only it is[65] covered with leather; but were it not for the name of a sedan, a man might as well walk on foot.
328. A simple country bumpkin came to London and was really impressed by a chair, or sedan, so he bargained with the chairmen to take him to a place he named. The chairmen, noticing his curiosity matched his shabby attire, secretly took out the bottom of the chair and then placed him in it. When they lifted it, the countryman's feet were still on the ground, so as the chairmen moved forward, so did he. To make it more entertaining, if they encountered a dirtier spot along the way, they chose to go through it. The countryman, not realizing that others were usually carried in a more proper way, paid them their fee when they reached his lodgings. When he returned home, he shared the amazing things he had seen in London, including that he was carried in a sedan. "Sedan?" someone asked, "What’s that?" He replied, "It’s like our watch-house, only covered with leather; but if it weren’t for the name, a person might as well just walk."
329. An ignorant clown, who had the reputation of being a great scholar in the country, because he could read and write, coming to London, and inquiring into all the strange things he saw, at last read on a sign-post, Horses to be let, 1748. Well, said he, if there are so many horses in one inn, how many are there in the whole city?
329. A clueless fool, who was thought to be a brilliant scholar in the countryside just because he could read and write, arrived in London. Curious about all the strange things he saw, he eventually read on a signpost, "Horses for hire, 1748." He said, "If there are so many horses in one inn, how many are there in the entire city?"
330. One reading a witty preface before a dull book, said, he wondered how such a preface came to be matched so preposterously to such a book. In truth, sir, said another, I see no reason why they may not be matched, for I’m sure they are not at all a-kin.
330. Someone reading a clever introduction before a boring book remarked that they couldn't believe such an introduction was paired so awkwardly with such a book. To this, another person replied, I see no reason why they can't be paired, since I’m sure they have nothing in common at all.
331. A person not belonging to Merton College, put his horse in a field thereunto appertaining; being warned of so doing, and he taking no notice thereof, the master of that College sent his man to him, bidding him say, if he continued his horse there, he would cut off his tail. Say you so? said the person: go tell your master, if he cuts off my horse’s tail, I will cut off his ears. The servant returning, told his master what he said; whereupon he was sent back to bring the person to him; who appearing, the master said, How now, sir! what mean you by the menace you sent me? Sir, said the other, I threatened you not, for I only said, if you cut off my horse’s tail, I would cut off his ears.
331. A person who didn't belong to Merton College put his horse in a field that belonged to the college. When he was warned about it and ignored the warning, the college's master sent a servant to tell him that if he kept his horse there, he would cut off its tail. "Really?" said the man. "Go tell your master that if he cuts off my horse's tail, I'll cut off his ears." The servant went back and told his master what the man said, after which he was sent back to bring the man to him. When he arrived, the master said, "Well then, what do you mean by the threat you sent me?" The man replied, "I didn't threaten you; I just said that if you cut off my horse's tail, I'd cut off his ears."
332. One seeing a scholar that looked very much a-squint, Sure, said he, this man must be more learned than his fellows, for with one cast of his eyes he can read both sides of the book at once.
332. One person saw a scholar who looked cross-eyed and said, "Surely, this guy must be more knowledgeable than others because with just one glance, he can read both sides of the book at the same time."
333. A youth standing by whilst his father was at play, observing him to lose a great deal of money, burst into tears; his father asked him the reason why he wept? Oh, sir, I have heard that Alexander the Great wept when he heard his father Philip had conquered a great many towns, cities, and countries, fearing that he would leave him nothing to win; but I wept the contrary way, fearing you will leave me nothing to lose.
333. A young man standing by while his father was playing noticed him losing a lot of money and started crying. His father asked why he was upset. "Oh, sir, I heard that Alexander the Great cried when he learned his father Philip had conquered many towns, cities, and countries, worrying that he would be left with nothing to win. But I’m crying for the opposite reason, fearing you will leave me nothing to lose."
334. A rich citizen of London, in his will, left something considerable to Christ’s Hospital, but little or nothing to one of his extravagant sons. At the funeral, the Blue-coat boys were ordered, in acknowledgment of so great a gift, to sing before the corpse to the grave. As they marched through Cheapside, this extravagant son led his mother, who observing the boys made a rest, he opened his pipes in such a manner, that he was heard almost from one end of the street to the other; and still leading his mother, he continued thus singing, ’till a kinsman came to him, and stopping his mouth, asked him his reason for his irreverent and indecent carriage. Why, cousin, quoth this Ne’er-be-good, the boys there at my father’s death sing for something, and won’t you let me sing for nothing?
334. A wealthy citizen of London left a significant donation to Christ’s Hospital in his will, but hardly anything to one of his reckless sons. At the funeral, the Blue-coat boys were instructed, in recognition of such a generous gift, to sing as the body was taken to the grave. As they walked through Cheapside, this extravagant son led his mother, and when he saw the boys, he took a break, opening his mouth to sing loudly enough to be heard almost from one end of the street to the other. Still guiding his mother, he kept singing until a relative approached him, intervened, and asked why he was acting so disrespectfully. “Well, cousin,” replied this troublemaker, “the boys there are singing for something at my father’s funeral, so why shouldn’t I sing for nothing?”
335. The famous Mr. Amner going through a street in Windsor, two boys looked out of a one-pair of stairs window, and cried, There goes Mr. Amner that makes so many bulls. He hearing them, looked up saying, You rascals, I know you well enough, and if I had you here, I’d kick you down stairs.
335. The well-known Mr. Amner was walking down a street in Windsor when two boys peered out of a first-floor window and shouted, "There goes Mr. Amner, the one who makes so many mistakes." Hearing them, he looked up and said, "You little rascals, I know exactly who you are, and if I had you here, I’d kick you down the stairs."
336. The same gentleman crossing the water in a ferry-boat at Datchet, the good man of the ferry being from home, his wife did his office; and not putting in the boat just at the landing place, Mr. Amner at his landing sunk into the mud over his shoes; and going a little farther he met with a friend, who asked, How he came so dirty? Egad, replied Mr. Amner, no man was ever so abused as I have been; for coming over Datchet ferry, a scurvy woman waterman put over his boat and landed me clean in the mire.
336. The same gentleman was crossing the water on a ferry at Datchet, and since the regular ferryman was away, his wife took over. However, she didn't dock the boat properly at the landing spot, and Mr. Amner ended up sinking into the mud up to his shoes when he got off. As he walked a bit further, he ran into a friend who asked how he got so dirty. "Honestly," replied Mr. Amner, "no one has been treated as badly as I have; because crossing Datchet ferry, a terrible woman ferryman mishandled the boat and landed me right in the mud."
337. A poor woman in the country sent her son to a gentleman’s house, upon some errand or other. The loitering lad stayed somewhat too long, looking upon a dog in the wheel that turned the spit; so that when he came home, his mother beat him soundly: execution ended, the boy told her, If she had been there, she would have stayed as long as he; and she demanding the reason, he said, Oh, mother, it would have done you good[67] to have seen how daintily a dog in a wheel spun roast meat.
337. A poor woman in the countryside sent her son to a gentleman's house for some errand. The idle boy took too long, getting distracted by a dog turning the spit. When he finally returned home, his mother gave him a good beating. Once it was over, the boy told her that if she had been there, she would have taken just as long. When she asked why, he replied, "Oh, mother, you would have loved to see how nicely a dog in a wheel roasted the meat." [67]
338. In Flanders, by accident, a Flemish tiler falling from the top of a house upon a Spaniard, killed him, though he escaped himself. The next of the blood prosecuted his death with great violence against the tiler; and when he was offered pecuniary recompence, nothing would serve him but lex talionis. Whereupon, the judge said unto him, That if he did urge that kind of sentence, it must be, that he should go up to the top of the same house, and from thence fall down upon the tiler.
338. In Flanders, by accident, a Flemish roofer fell from the top of a house onto a Spaniard, killing him, though he managed to escape unharmed. The deceased's family pursued the tiler with great anger; and when they were offered monetary compensation, nothing would satisfy them but lex talionis. In response, the judge told them that if they insisted on that kind of punishment, they would have to go to the top of the same house and fall down onto the tiler.
339. A lord intended to take in a great part of the common belonging to the town, and he agreed with a carpenter to have it railed in: My lord, said he, it shall be done, and I think I can save you some charges in the business; For, said he, do you but get posts, and I doubt not but all the neighbors round about will find you railing enough.
339. A lord wanted to take a large portion of the town’s common land, so he made a deal with a carpenter to put up a fence. The carpenter said, “My lord, I'll take care of it, and I think I can help you save some money on this. Just get some posts, and I'm sure all the neighbors will have enough fencing for you.”
340. A brave Dutch captain being commanded by his colonel to go on a dangerous exploit against the French, with forces that were unlikely to achieve the enterprise, the captain advised his colonel to send but half so many men: Send but half so many men! why so? said the colonel. Because, replied the captain, they are enough to be knocked on the head.
340. A brave Dutch captain was ordered by his colonel to undertake a risky mission against the French, with troops that were unlikely to succeed. The captain suggested to his colonel to send only half the number of men. "Send only half the number? Why?" asked the colonel. "Because," replied the captain, "that would be enough to get killed."
341. A fellow hearing the drums beat up for volunteers for France, in the expedition against the Dutch, imagined himself valiant enough, and thereupon listed himself; returning again, he was asked by his friends, What exploits he had done there? He said, That he had cut off one of the enemy’s legs; and being told that it had been more honourable and manly to have cut off his head; Oh, said he, you must know his head was cut off before.
341. A guy hearing the drums calling for volunteers for France in the mission against the Dutch thought he was brave enough, so he signed up. When he got back, his friends asked what he had done there. He said he had cut off one of the enemy's legs. When they told him it would have been more honorable and manly to have cut off his head, he replied, "Oh, you should know his head was cut off beforehand."
342. A person of quality coming into a church, at the place where several of his ancestors were buried, after he had said much in their commendation and praised[68] them for worthy men; Well, said he, I am resolved, if I live, to be buried as near them as possible.
342. A person of high status entered a church, where several of his ancestors were buried. After he had spoken highly of them and praised them as honorable individuals, he said, "Well, I’ve decided that if I live, I want to be buried as close to them as possible."
343. An Irishman having been obliged to live with his master some time in Scotland; when he came home again, some of his companions asked him, How he liked Scotland? I will tell you now, said he, I was sick all de while I was dere, and if I had lived dere till this time, I had been dead a year ago.
343. An Irishman who had to live with his boss for a while in Scotland came back home, and some of his friends asked him how he liked Scotland. "I'll tell you now," he said, "I was sick the whole time I was there, and if I had lived there until now, I would have been dead a year ago."
344. A certain duchess, in a late reign, hearing that a man in a high office, which gave him an opportunity of handling much cash, had married his mistress; Good Lord, said she, that old fellow is always robbing the public.
344. A certain duchess, during a recent reign, found out that a man in a high position, who had access to a lot of money, had married his mistress. "Good Lord," she said, "that old guy is always stealing from the public."
345. A book being published in Queen Elizabeth’s time that gave her much offence, she asked Bacon if he could find no treason in it? No, madam, said he, but abundance of felony, for the author hath stolen half his conceits out of Tacitus.
345. A book published during Queen Elizabeth's time upset her greatly, so she asked Bacon if he could find any treason in it. No, ma'am, he replied, but there's plenty of wrongdoing because the author has taken half of his ideas from Tacitus.
346. A young lady being sick, a physician was sent for to feel her pulse; she being very coy, and loth he should touch her skin, pulled her sleeve over her hand; the doctor observing it, took a corner of his coat, and laid it upon the sleeve; at which a lady that stood by wondered: O, madam, said he, a linen pulse must always have a woollen physician.
346. A young lady was feeling unwell, so a doctor was called to check her pulse. She was very shy and reluctant to let him touch her skin, so she pulled her sleeve over her hand. The doctor noticed this, took a corner of his coat, and placed it on her sleeve. A lady nearby was surprised and said, "Oh, madam," he replied, "a linen pulse always needs a woolen doctor."
347. Tom Clarke, of St. John’s, desired a fellow of the same college to lend him Bishop Burnet’s History of the Reformation; the other told him, He could not spare it out of his chamber, but, if he pleased, he might come there and read it all day long. Some time after the same gentleman sent to Tom to borrow his bellows: Tom sent him word, that he could not possibly spare them out of his chamber, but he might come there and use them all day long if he would.
347. Tom Clarke, from St. John’s, asked a fellow from the same college to lend him Bishop Burnet’s History of the Reformation. The other guy told him that he couldn’t lend it out of his room, but if he wanted, he could come by and read it all day long. Some time later, the same man asked Tom to borrow his bellows. Tom replied that he couldn’t lend them out of his room either, but he was welcome to come over and use them all day long if he wanted.
348. King Charles II. on a certain time paying a visit to Dr. Busby, the doctor is said to have strutted through his school with his hat upon his head, while his majesty walked complaisantly behind him, with his hat under his[69] arm; but, when he was taking his leave at the door, the doctor with great humility addressed him thus: Sire, I hope your majesty will excuse my want of respect hitherto; but if my boys were to imagine there was a greater man in the kingdom than myself, I should never be able to rule them.
348. King Charles II once visited Dr. Busby, and it's said that the doctor walked proudly through his school with his hat on, while the king followed politely behind him, carrying his hat under his[69] arm. However, when he was leaving at the door, the doctor humbly addressed him, saying: Sire, I hope your majesty will forgive my lack of respect until now; but if my boys were to think there was someone greater than me in the kingdom, I would never be able to manage them.
349. Dr. Hickringal, who was one of King Charles the Second’s chaplains, whenever he preached before his majesty, was sure to tell him of his faults, and to scold him from the pulpit very severely. One day his majesty, walking in the Mall, observed the doctor before him, and sent to speak to him; when he came,—Doctor, said the king, What have I done to you that you are always quarreling with me? I hope your majesty is not angry with me, quoth the doctor, for telling the truth. No, no, said the king, but I would have us for the future be friends. Well, well, quoth the doctor, I’ll make it up with your majesty on these terms, as you mend, I’ll mend.
349. Dr. Hickringal, one of King Charles the Second’s chaplains, made it a point to point out the king's faults and scold him quite harshly whenever he preached in front of him. One day, while the king was walking in the Mall, he saw the doctor ahead of him and sent for him. When the doctor arrived, the king said, “Doctor, what have I done to you that you’re always arguing with me?” The doctor replied, “I hope your majesty isn’t angry with me for telling the truth.” The king said, “No, no, but I’d like us to be friends from now on.” The doctor responded, “Alright, I’ll agree to that, but only if you improve, I’ll improve.”
350. In a little country town, it happened that the ’squire of the parish’s lady came to church after her lying-in, to return thanks, or as it is commonly called, to be churched: The parson aiming to be complaisant, and thinking plain ‘woman’ a little too familiar, instead of saying, O Lord, save this woman; said, O Lord, save this lady. The clerk, resolving not to be behindhand with him, answered, Who putteth her ladyship’s trust in thee.
350. In a small country town, the squire's wife came to church after giving birth to thank God, or as it's usually called, to be churched. The priest, wanting to be polite and thinking that calling her simply 'woman' was a bit too casual, instead said, "O Lord, save this lady." The clerk, determined not to fall behind, replied, "Who puts her ladyship’s trust in you?"
351. One of King James the First’s chaplains preaching before the court at Whitehall, made use of the following quibbles in his discourse. Speaking of the depravity of the age, Almost all-houses, he said, were made ale-houses;—that men made matri-money a matter of money; and placed their Para-dise in a pair of dice: Was it so in the days of No-ah? Ah, no.
351. One of King James the First’s chaplains preaching before the court at Whitehall, used the following puns in his sermon. Commenting on the moral decline of the time, he said that almost every house had become a bar; that people turned marriage into a financial transaction; and that they found their paradise in a pair of dice. Was it like that in the days of Noah? Oh, no.
352. The Rev. Mr. Henley waiting one day at Sir Robert Walpole’s levee, was asked by the knight what brought him there? The orator replied, I hear you want a good pen. No, said Sir Robert, I don’t. Then, said the orator, I have a bad one, which perhaps you may not[70] like. Well, said the knight, if it is very bad, I must get one of the Secretaries of State to mend it.
352. The Reverend Mr. Henley was waiting one day at Sir Robert Walpole’s gathering when the knight asked him what brought him there. The orator replied, "I heard you need a good pen." "No," said Sir Robert, "I don't." Then, the orator said, "Well, I have a bad one that you probably won’t like." "Well," said the knight, "if it’s really bad, I’ll have to get one of the Secretaries of State to fix it."[70]
353. Several press-gangs infesting the streets of the city and suburbs, one of which giving umbrage to a merry punster, who had just staggered from a tavern into the middle of them: he said pleasantly enough, God bless his majesty’s arms! But as to the supporters, they are beasts.
353. Several press gangs roaming the streets of the city and suburbs, one of which annoyed a cheerful jokester who had just stumbled out of a bar and walked right into them: he said, in a lighthearted manner, "God bless his Majesty’s forces! But as for the supporters, they are animals."
354. It was well answered by Archbishop Tillotson to King William, when he complained of the shortness of his sermon: Sir, said the bishop, could I have bestowed more time on it, it would have been shorter.
354. Archbishop Tillotson gave a great response to King William when the king complained about the length of his sermon: "Sir," said the bishop, "if I had more time, it would have been shorter."
355. Mr. Prior, when ambassador, witnessing one of the French operas at Paris, and seated in a box with a nobleman he was free with, who, as usual in France, sung louder than the performer, burst into bitter invectives against the latter; upon which his lordship gave over to inquire the reason, adding, that the person he exclaimed against so fiercely, was one of the finest voices they had. Yes, replied his excellency, but he makes such a horrid noise, that I can’t have the pleasure to hear your lordship.
355. Mr. Prior, while serving as an ambassador, was attending a French opera in Paris. He was in a box with a nobleman he was friendly with, who, as is common in France, sang louder than the performer. Mr. Prior then launched into harsh criticisms of the singer, prompting the nobleman to ask what the problem was. He added that the person Mr. Prior was so angrily denouncing had one of the finest voices around. To this, Mr. Prior replied, “Yes, but he makes such a terrible noise that I can’t enjoy hearing you, my lord.”
356. A living of 500l. per annum, falling in the gift of the late Lord Chancellor Talbot, Sir Robert Walpole recommended one of his friends as very deserving of the benefice, whom his lordship approved of. In the interim, the curate, who had served the last incumbent many years for a poor 30l. per annum, came up with a petition, signed by many of the inhabitants, testifying his good behaviour, setting forth that he had a wife and seven children to maintain, and begging his lordship would stand his friend, that he might be continued in his curacy; and, in consideration of his large family, if he could prevail with the next incumbent to add 10l. a year, he should for ever pray for him. His lordship, according to his usual goodness, promised to use his utmost endeavours to serve him; and the reverend gentleman, for whom the living was designed, coming soon after to pay his respects, my lord told him the affair of the curate,[71] with this difference only, that he should allow him 60l. a year instead of 30l. The clergyman in some confusion, replied, He was sorry that he could not grant his request, for that he had promised the curacy to another, and could not go from his word. How! said the nobleman, have you promised the curacy before you were possessed of the living? Well, to keep your word with your friend, if you please, I’ll give him the curacy, but the living, I assure you, I’ll give to another: and saying this he left him. The next day the poor curate coming to know his destiny, my lord told him, That he had used his endeavours to serve him as to the curacy, but with no success, the reverend gentleman having disposed of it before. The curate, with a deep sigh, returned his lordship thanks for his goodness, and was going to withdraw, when my lord calling him back, said with a smile, Well, my friend, ’tis true, I have it not in my power to give you the curacy; but if you will accept of the living ’tis at your service.
356. A living of 500l. a year, which the late Lord Chancellor Talbot had the authority to distribute, saw Sir Robert Walpole recommend one of his friends as very deserving of the position, and his lordship agreed. In the meantime, the curate, who had served the last incumbent for many years for a meager 30l. a year, submitted a petition signed by many locals vouching for his good character. He pointed out that he had a wife and seven children to support and pleaded with his lordship to help him stay in his curacy; he also requested that if possible, the next incumbent could add 10l. a year to his salary, promising to pray for him forever in gratitude for any assistance. True to his usual kindness, his lordship promised to do everything he could to help. Shortly after, the reverend gentleman for whom the living was intended came to pay his respects, and my lord informed him about the situation with the curate, mentioning that he would allow the curate 60l. a year instead of 30l. The clergyman, somewhat embarrassed, replied that he was sorry but could not grant that request, as he had already promised the curacy to someone else and could not break his word. "What? You promised the curacy before you even had the living?" said the nobleman. "Well, if you prefer to keep your promise to your friend, I’ll give him the curacy, but I assure you, the living will go to someone else." With that, he walked away. The next day, the poor curate came to learn his fate, and my lord told him, “I tried my best to help you with the curacy, but it didn’t work out since the reverend gentleman had already given it away.” The curate sighed deeply, thanked his lordship for his kindness, and started to leave, when my lord called him back and said with a smile, “Well, my friend, it’s true that I can’t give you the curacy, but if you’d like to accept the living, it’s yours.”
357. The same noble lord, when he was under the tuition of the Reverend ——, who used to call him his little chancellor, one day replied, that when he was so he would give him a good living. One happening to become vacant soon after he was chancellor, he recollected his promise, and ordered the presentation to be filled up for his old master, who soon after came to his lordship to remind him of his promise, and to ask him for the living. Why, really, said my lord, I wish you had come a day sooner, but I have given it away already, and when you see to whom, I dare say you will not think me to blame.
357. The same noble lord, while he was under the guidance of the Reverend ——, who affectionately called him his little chancellor, once promised that when he became chancellor, he would secure a good position for him. Shortly after he took on the role of chancellor, a position became available, and he remembered his promise. He arranged for the position to be filled for his old mentor, who soon approached him to remind him of the promise and to ask for the position. "Well, I really wish you had come a day earlier," replied my lord, "but I’ve already given it away, and when you see who got it, I’m sure you won’t blame me."
358. A country curate being one Friday in Lent to examine his young catechumens, and the bell tolling for prayers, he was obliged to leave a game of all-fours unfinished, in which he had the advantage; but told his antagonist he would soon dispatch his audience, and see him out. Now for fear any tricks should be played with the cards in his absence, he put them in his cassock; and asking one of the children how many commandments there were, which the boy not readily answering, by ac[72]cident one of the cards dropped out of his sleeve; he had the presence of mind to bid the boy take it up, and tell him what card it was; which he readily did: when turning to the parents of the child, Are you not ashamed, said he, to pay so little regard to the eternal welfare of your children, as not to teach them their commandments? I suspected your neglect, and brought this card with me, to detect your immorality, in teaching your children to know their cards before their commandments.
358. One Friday during Lent, a country curate was preparing to examine his young catechumens when the bell rang for prayers. He had to leave a game of all-fours unfinished, in which he was ahead, but he told his opponent that he would quickly wrap things up and be back. To prevent any funny business with the cards while he was away, he tucked them into his cassock. He then asked one of the children how many commandments there were, but the boy didn’t answer right away. By chance, one of the cards slipped out of his sleeve. Thinking quickly, he told the boy to pick it up and name the card, which the boy did easily. Turning to the child's parents, he said, "Aren’t you ashamed of paying so little attention to your children's eternal well-being that you haven’t taught them their commandments? I suspected your negligence, so I brought this card with me to expose your failure in teaching your kids to know their cards before they learn their commandments."
359. Dr. South visiting a gentleman one morning, he was asked to stay to dinner; which he accepting, the gentleman stepped into the next room, and told his wife he had invited the doctor to dinner, and desired her to provide something extraordinary. Hereupon she began to murmur and scold, and make a thousand words, till at last her husband, being very much provoked at her behaviour, protested, that if it was not for the stranger in the next room, he would kick her out of doors. Upon which the doctor, who had heard all that passed, immediately stepped out, crying, I beg, sir, you’ll make no stranger of me.
359. One morning, Dr. South visited a gentleman who asked him to stay for dinner. When he agreed, the gentleman went into the next room and told his wife he had invited the doctor, asking her to prepare something special. She then started to grumble and argue, going on and on, until her husband, frustrated by her behavior, declared that if it weren’t for the guest in the next room, he would kick her out. Hearing this, the doctor stepped out and said, "Please, sir, don’t treat me like a stranger."
360. A woman of bad character who had lived in Clerkenwell, having left by her will a handsome sum of money to be given to the Rev. Dr. Lee, to preach her funeral sermon, but on condition that he should say nothing but what was well of her. Her executors accordingly waited on the doctor, and acquainted him with the conditions of the will; who being very much surprised at such a request, desired them to call again, and he would consider of it. Soon after they came again when he agreed that on the money being paid directly, he would preach the following Sunday. The doctor kept his word, and taking the text, “Blessed are they,” &c., made an excellent sermon on a well-spent life, and the reward they would have in the next world; concluding, Dear friends, said he, as for the deceased, of whom I am now going to speak (which caused great attention from the congregation), all I shall say of her is, that she was born at Camberwell, lived great part of her time in[73] Bridewell, and died in Clerkenwell, and at last has done well; then let us pray that she may fare well, &c., &c.
360. A woman with a questionable reputation who lived in Clerkenwell left a significant amount of money in her will to the Rev. Dr. Lee, to deliver her funeral sermon, but only if he spoke nothing but good about her. Her executors approached the doctor and informed him of the will's conditions. Surprised by such a request, he asked them to return later so he could think it over. They came back soon after, and he agreed that as long as the money was paid upfront, he would preach that Sunday. The doctor kept his promise, and using the text, “Blessed are they,” he delivered an excellent sermon about living a good life and the rewards awaiting in the next world. He concluded, “Dear friends,” he said, “as for the deceased, of whom I am now going to speak” (which drew the congregation's full attention), “all I’ll say about her is that she was born in Camberwell, spent much of her life in Bridewell, and died in Clerkenwell, and in the end, she has done well; so let us pray that she may fare well,” etc., etc.
361. The Rev. Mr. B—n coming from Holland with the King, a terrible hurricane arising, the sloop was in great danger of being lost. The facetious Mr. B—d, of Albemarle-street, being in the cabin with him, and very willing to prepare himself for another world, desired him to take notice, that if they were cast away, the shirt he had on belonged to Mr. G——, and that he might have it again; then falling on his knees, he attempted to rehearse the Lord’s Prayer, but with such a tone as affrighted the ship’s crew; on which the captain running down, desired him to pray to himself; and to his great surprise found the doctor stripping himself: Pray, doctor, said he, what do you design to do? Oh, said he, let him pray; I design to swim for my life.
361. The Rev. Mr. B—n was coming from Holland with the King when a terrible hurricane struck, and the sloop was in serious danger of sinking. The witty Mr. B—d from Albemarle Street was in the cabin with him and eager to prepare for the afterlife. He asked Mr. B—n to note that if they were shipwrecked, the shirt he was wearing belonged to Mr. G—— and he could have it back. Then, dropping to his knees, he tried to recite the Lord’s Prayer, but his tone was so alarming that it scared the ship’s crew. The captain rushed below deck and told him to pray quietly. To his surprise, he found the doctor taking off his clothes. “Pray, doctor,” he said, “what are you planning to do?” “Oh,” he replied, “let him pray; I’m planning to swim for my life.”
362. The Lord Chief Justice Wh—d, of the King’s Bench in Ireland, being esteemed a very able lawyer, and Judge C—d and B—t but very indifferent ones; Well, said an attorney of that court, no bench was ever supplied like ours, for we have got a hundred judges upon it. A hundred! said another, how can that be? Why, replied the other, there is a figure of one, and two ciphers.
362. The Lord Chief Justice Wh—d of the King’s Bench in Ireland is considered a highly skilled lawyer, while Judge C—d and B—t are seen as quite mediocre. Well, said an attorney from that court, no other court has as many judges as ours, because we have a hundred on it. A hundred! said another, how is that possible? Well, replied the first, there’s a one followed by two zeros.
363. One Mr. Ash, who was himself a famous punster, in Ireland, coming into an inn, desired the landlord to lend him a hand to pull off his great coat: Indeed, sir, said he, I dare not. Dare not! replied the other, what do you mean by that? You know, sir, answered he, there is an act of parliament against stripping of Ash.
363. A man named Mr. Ash, who was known for his puns in Ireland, walked into an inn and asked the landlord for help taking off his greatcoat. "I can't do that, sir," said the landlord. "Can't do that!" replied Mr. Ash, "What do you mean by that?" The landlord explained, "You see, sir, there's a law against stripping an Ash."
364. King Charles the Second, after the Restoration, told Waller the poet, that he had made better verses and said finer things of Cromwell than of him. That may very well be, replied Waller, for poets generally succeed better in imaginary things, than in real ones.
364. King Charles the Second, after the Restoration, told the poet Waller that he had written better verses and said nicer things about Cromwell than about him. That might be true, replied Waller, because poets usually do better with imaginary things than with real ones.
365. An honest French dragoon in the service of Louis the Fourteenth, having caught a man of whom he was jealous in the room with his wife, after some words, told[74] him, he would let him escape that time; but if ever he found him there again, he’d throw his hat out of the window. Notwithstanding this terrible threat, in a very few days he caught the spark in the same place, and was as good as his word. Knowing what he had done, he posted away to a place where the king was, and throwing himself at his majesty’s feet, implored his pardon. The king asked him what his offence was? he told him the story, and how he had thrown the man’s hat out of the window. Well, well, said the king, laughing, I very readily forgive you; considering your provocation, I think you were much in the right to throw his hat out of the window. Yes, and may it please you, my liege, said the dragoon, but his head was in it. Was it so? replied the king: well, my word is passed.
365. An honest French dragoon serving under Louis the Fourteenth caught a guy he was jealous of in his room with his wife. After exchanging a few words, he told[74] him that he would let him go this time, but if he ever found him there again, he’d throw his hat out of the window. Despite this serious warning, just a few days later, he caught the guy in the same spot and kept his word. Realizing what he had done, he rushed to where the king was, threw himself at his majesty’s feet, and begged for forgiveness. The king asked him what he had done wrong, and he explained the situation, mentioning how he had thrown the man’s hat out of the window. The king laughed and said, “Well, well, I easily forgive you; given what you went through, I think you were right to throw his hat out of the window.” The dragoon replied, “Yes, if it pleases you, my liege, but his head was in it.” The king responded, “Was it so? Well, my word is passed.”
366. A young and learned gentleman, who was to preach a probation sermon for a very good lectureship in the city, and had but a bad voice, though otherwise an excellent preacher; a friend, when he came out of the pulpit, wished him joy, and said he would certainly carry the election, for he had nobody’s voice against him but his own.
366. A young and educated man, who was set to deliver a trial sermon for a prestigious position in the city, had a rather poor voice, but was otherwise an outstanding preacher. When he finished his sermon, a friend congratulated him and said he would definitely win the election since the only vote he was up against was his own.
367. Some repartees, strictly speaking, ought not to be brought under the head of jests, yet, for the readiness of the thought, and the politeness of the expression, are somewhat better. Of this sort was the answer made by Sir Robert Sutton to the late King of Prussia, on his asking him at a review of his tall grenadiers, if he would say an equal number of Englishmen could beat them? No, sire, answered Sir Robert, I won’t pretend to say that, but I believe half the number would try.
367. Some sharp replies really shouldn’t be categorized as jokes, yet, because of the quick wit and polite wording, they are somewhat preferable. An example of this was the response given by Sir Robert Sutton to the late King of Prussia when the king asked him during a review of his tall grenadiers if he thought an equal number of Englishmen could defeat them. “No, sire,” Sir Robert replied, “I won’t pretend to say that, but I believe half the number would be willing to try.”
368. Sir John H. C. being in the Court of Requests one morning, soon after Sir Rob. W—— had married Miss S——, and overhearing him tell a gentleman, who congratulated him upon that occasion, that he was glad his friends were pleased with what he had done—Ay, and so are your enemies too, said he.
368. Sir John H. C. was in the Court of Requests one morning, shortly after Sir Rob. W—— married Miss S——. He overheard Sir Rob. telling a gentleman, who was congratulating him on the occasion, that he was happy his friends were pleased with what he had done. “Yeah, and so are your enemies too,” he replied.
369. The Earl of C——d, notwithstanding his great good nature, upon some provocation was, at a certain[75] time, forced to lay his cane across the shoulders of Sir Harry ——, who took it very patiently. Some time after, Sir Harry himself caned a fellow, who was a great coward: upon which, my lord meeting him the next day, told him he was glad to hear he behaved so gallantly yesterday. Ay, my lord, said he, you and I know whom we beat.
369. The Earl of C——d, despite his kind nature, was at one point provoked enough to hit Sir Harry —— with his cane, which Sir Harry accepted calmly. Later on, Sir Harry caned someone who was quite a coward. The next day, my lord ran into him and said he was happy to hear he acted so bravely the day before. "Yes, my lord," he replied, "you and I both know who we actually defeated."
370. The Cardinal de Retz being out of favour at court, and at last recalled to kiss the King’s hand, the king said to him, Your eminence’s hair is grown quite white. To which he replied, It would make a younger man than I am look grey, to have been so long in disgrace with your majesty as I have.
370. The Cardinal de Retz, who had fallen out of favor at court, was finally called back to kiss the King’s hand. The king said to him, "Your eminence’s hair has turned completely white." To which he replied, "It would make a younger man than I look gray, to have been in disgrace with your majesty for so long."
371. Upon the death of the famous Molière, a poet waiting with his epitaph upon the Prince of Condé, the Prince told him, he should have been much better pleased, if Molière had brought him his.
371. After the famous Molière died, a poet who was waiting with his epitaph for the Prince of Condé told the Prince that he would have been much happier if Molière had brought him his epitaph instead.
372. A bishop going in great haste to Rome, to be cardinalized, missed his promotion, and returned; but got a violent cold by the way: It is no wonder, said one that was told of it, since he came so far without his hat.
372. A bishop rushing to Rome to become a cardinal missed his promotion and came back; but he caught a bad cold on the way. "It's no surprise," said someone who heard about it, "since he traveled so far without his hat."
373. A gentleman being very drunk, came to a friend’s house, and told him, he came three miles on purpose to sup with him: to which the other answered, He was greatly obliged to him, since he came so far to see him before he came to himself.
373. A guy who was really drunk showed up at a friend's house and said he came three miles just to have dinner with him. The other friend replied that he was really grateful since he came all that way to see him before he sobered up.
374. A Scotch parson in the rump-time, in his babbling prayer, said, Laird bless the grand council, the parliament, and grant they may all hang together. A country-fellow standing by, said, Yes, yes, with all my heart, and the sooner the better; and I am sure it is the prayers of all good people. But friends, said Sawney, I don’t mean as that fellow means, but pray they may all hang together in accord and concord. No matter what cord, replied the other, so it is but a strong cord.
374. A Scottish minister during a troublesome time, in his rambling prayer, said, "Lord, bless the grand council, the parliament, and grant that they may all hang together." A country guy nearby responded, "Yes, yes, with all my heart, and the sooner the better; I’m sure it’s the prayers of all good people." But friends, said Sawney, I don’t mean what that guy means; I pray they all hang together in harmony and agreement. "I don’t care what kind of cord it is," replied the other, "as long as it’s a strong one."
375. An honest highlander, walking along Holborn, heard a voice cry, Rogue, Scot; Rogue, Scot; his north[76]ern blood fired at the insult, he drew his broadsword, looking round him on every side, to discover the object of his indignation; he at last found that it came from a parrot, perched in a balcony within his reach; but the generous Scot, disdaining to stain his trusty blade with such ignoble blood, put up his sword again, with a sour smile, saying, Gin ye were a mon, as ye’re a green geuse, I would split your ween.
375. An honest Scotsman, walking along Holborn, heard a voice shout, “Rogue, Scot; Rogue, Scot.” His Northern blood boiled at the insult, and he drew his broadsword, looking around to find the source of his anger. Eventually, he discovered it was a parrot perched on a nearby balcony. But the noble Scot, refusing to dirty his faithful blade with such unworthy blood, sheathed his sword again with a grim smile, saying, “If you were a man, instead of a silly bird, I would split your head.”
376. The Rev. Mr. Brodie preaching one day at the kirk in Edinburgh on hell torments, represented them to be intolerable, by the extreme cold they suffered there. And it being at that time very cold weather, one of his congregation, after sermon, took upon him to ask him the reason of his so doing, when all the eminent divines had preached it up to be the reverse. O sir, said he, I had good reason; for if I had told them it was hot, I should have had them all run away to warm themselves.
376. One day, the Rev. Mr. Brodie was preaching at the kirk in Edinburgh about the torments of hell, describing them as unbearable because of the extreme cold experienced there. As it happened, it was very cold that day, and after the sermon, one of his congregants asked him why he spoke that way when all the well-known theologians had said the opposite. "Oh, sir," he replied, "I had a good reason; if I had told them it was hot, they would all have run away to warm themselves."
377. An Irishman having a looking-glass in his hand, shut his eyes, and placed it before his face; another asking him, Why he did so? Upon my shoul, said Teague, it is to see how I look when I am asleep.
377. An Irishman held a mirror in his hand, shut his eyes, and held it up to his face. When another person asked him why he did that, Teague replied, "To see how I look when I’m asleep."
378. Two gentlemen standing together, as a young lady passed by them, said one, There goes the handsomest woman I ever saw. She hearing him, turned back, and seeing him very ugly, said, I wish I could, in return, say as much by you. So you may, madam, said he, and tell a falsehood as I did.
378. Two gentlemen were standing together when a young lady walked by. One of them said, "There goes the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." Hearing him, she turned around and, noticing how unattractive he was, replied, "I wish I could say the same about you." "You can," he said, "but you’d just be lying like I was."
379. An impudent ridiculous fellow, being laughed at by all who came in his company, told some of his acquaintance, that he had a happy quality of laughing at all who laughed at him. Then, said one of them, you lead the merriest life of any man in Christendom.
379. A bold, ridiculous guy, ridiculed by everyone around him, told some of his friends that he had a special talent for laughing at everyone who laughed at him. Then one of them said, you must live the happiest life of anyone in the world.
380. Alexander the Great asked Dionedes, a famous pirate, who was brought prisoner to him, why he was so bold as to rob and plunder in his seas? he answered, That he did it for his profit, and as Alexander himself was used to do it. But because I do it with one single galley, I am called a pirate; but you, sire, who do it[77] with a great army, are called a king. This bold answer so pleased Alexander, that he set him at liberty.
380. Alexander the Great asked Dionedes, a well-known pirate, who was brought to him as a prisoner, why he had the audacity to rob and plunder in his waters. He replied that he did it for his own benefit, just like Alexander himself used to do. He continued, “But because I do it with just one small ship, I’m labeled a pirate, while you, sir, who do it with a huge army, are called a king.” This daring response pleased Alexander so much that he released him.
381. A ploughman seeing the Archbishop of Cologne go by, attended by a great many soldiers, laughed; the archbishop pressed him to know the reason: It is because I wonder, said the ploughman, to see an archbishop armed and followed, not by churchmen, but by soldiers, like a general of an army. Friend, replied the archbishop, in my church I perform the part of an archbishop with my clergy; but in the field I march like a duke, accompanied by my soldiers. I understand you, my lord, answered the peasant; but pray tell me, when my lord duke goes to the devil, what will then become of my lord the archbishop?
381. A farmer saw the Archbishop of Cologne passing by, surrounded by a lot of soldiers, and he laughed. The archbishop asked him why. The farmer replied, "It's because I’m surprised to see an archbishop armed and followed, not by priests, but by soldiers, like a general leading an army." The archbishop responded, "In my church, I act as an archbishop with my clergy; but in battle, I march like a duke, along with my soldiers." The farmer understood, and replied, "I get it, my lord. But tell me, when my lord the duke goes to hell, what will happen to my lord the archbishop?"
382. The Duke of Guise, after a battle fought between Francis I. and Charles V. reproached Villandry, that though he was in complete armour, yet he had not been seen in the fight. I’ll make it out, answered Villandry, boldly, that I was there, and in a place where you durst not be seen. The duke nettled at this reproach, threatened to punish him severely; but he appeased him with these words: I, my lord, was with the baggage, where your courage would not suffer you to go.
382. The Duke of Guise, after a battle between Francis I and Charles V, criticized Villandry for being fully armored but not showing up in the fight. “I’ll prove that I was there, and in a spot where you wouldn’t dare to be seen,” Villandry replied boldly. The duke, annoyed by this remark, threatened to punish him harshly; but Villandry calmed him down with these words: “I, my lord, was with the baggage, where your bravery wouldn’t let you go.”
383. Hermon was so covetous, according to the testimony of Lucilius, that dreaming one night that he had spent some money, he hanged himself in the morning; but Dinarchee Philo quitted the design he had once taken to hang himself, because he grudged the expense of a rope.
383. Hermon was so greedy, according to Lucilius, that after dreaming one night that he had lost some money, he hanged himself in the morning; but Dinarchee Philo gave up on his plan to hang himself because he didn’t want to spend money on a rope.
384. Dr. M—d coming out of Tom’s coffee-house, an impudent broken apothecary met him at the door, and accosted him with a request to lend him five guineas: Sir, said the doctor, I am surprised that you should apply to me for such a favour; who do not know you! Oh, dear sir, replied the apothecary, it is for that very reason; for those who do won’t lend me a farthing.
384. Dr. M—d was leaving Tom’s coffee house when a rude, disgraced apothecary confronted him at the door and asked to borrow five guineas. “Sir,” said the doctor, “I’m surprised you would ask me for such a favor when I don’t even know you!” “Oh, dear sir,” replied the apothecary, “that’s exactly why; the people who do know me refuse to lend me a penny.”
385. An old superstitious Roman, who had his buskins rateaten, consulted Cato, in a grave manner, what such[78] an accident might portend. Cato bid him set his mind at rest, for there would come no mischief from it. But, said the philosopher, if your buskins had eaten the rats, it might have been dangerous.
385. An old superstitious Roman, whose boots were eaten by rats, asked Cato seriously what such an incident could mean. Cato told him not to worry, as it would bring no harm. However, the philosopher added, if your boots had eaten the rats, that could have been dangerous.
386. Philip, king of Macedon, after the battle of Cheronea, having generously set all the Athenian prisoners free, upon their unconscionably demanding their baggage, Sure, said he, the men fancy we had but a mock fight.
386. Philip, king of Macedon, after the battle of Cheronea, having generously set all the Athenian prisoners free, upon their unreasonably demanding their baggage, said, "Sure, these guys think we just had a fake fight."
387. An archbishop finding fault with some actions of Queen Elizabeth, brought her good arguments out of the scriptures to prove, that they favoured more of the politician than the christian. I see, said she, my lord, you have read the scriptures, but not the book of Kings.
387. An archbishop criticized some of Queen Elizabeth's actions, presenting strong arguments from the scriptures to show that they reflected a political mindset rather than a Christian one. "I see," she replied, "my lord, you have read the scriptures, but not the book of Kings."
388. In a visit Queen Elizabeth made to the famous Lord Chancellor Bacon, at a small country seat, which he had built for himself before his preferment; she asked him, how it came that he had made himself so small a house? It is not I, madam, answered he, who have made my house too small for myself, but your majesty, who has made me too big for my house.
388. During a visit Queen Elizabeth paid to the renowned Lord Chancellor Bacon at a small country home he had built for himself before his rise to power, she asked him why he had constructed such a small house. "It's not me, madam," he replied, "who has made my house too small for myself, but your majesty, who has made me too big for my house."
389. Some person praising a generous prince for virtues he had not; Well, said he, I’ll do my utmost to hinder your telling an untruth.
389. A person was praising a generous prince for virtues he didn’t actually have. Well, he said, I’ll do my best to stop you from telling a lie.
390. King William III. being upon a march for some secret expedition, was entreated by a general to tell him what his design was: the king, instead of answering him, asked him, whether, in case he should tell him, he could keep it a secret, and would let it go no farther; the general promised it should not. Well, answered his majesty, I know how to keep a secret as well as you.
390. King William III was on the move for a secret mission when a general asked him what his plan was. Instead of answering, the king asked the general if he could keep it a secret and if he wouldn’t share it with anyone else. The general promised he wouldn’t. Well, the king replied, I know how to keep a secret just as well as you do.
391. Mr. T—s C—r, the comedian, coming one day to his father, begged him to let him have a hundred pounds, which would make him perfectly easy in his affairs. Why, then, said the father, it is very strange you can’t live upon your salary, your benefit, and other advantages; when I was of your age, I never spent any of my father’s money. I do not know that, answered the son, but I am[79] sure you have spent a great many hundred pounds of my father’s money.
391. Mr. T—s C—r, the comedian, went to his father one day and asked him for a hundred pounds, which would make his life much easier. "Well then," replied his father, "it's quite strange that you can't get by on your salary, your benefit, and other perks; when I was your age, I never spent any of my father’s money." "I don’t know about that," the son replied, "but I'm sure you've spent a lot of my father’s money."
392. An ordinary country fellow being called as an evidence in a court of judicature, in a cause where the terms of mortgager and mortgagee were frequently used, the judge asked the countryman if he knew the difference between the mortgager and mortgagee: Yes, said he, it is the same as between the nodder and noddee. How is that? replied the judge. Why, you sit there, my lord, said the clown, and I nod at you; then I am the nodder, and your lordship is the noddee.
392. A regular country guy was called as a witness in a court case where the terms mortgager and mortgagee were used a lot. The judge asked him if he knew the difference between the mortgager and mortgagee. “Yes,” he said, “it’s just like being the nodder and the noddee.” “How’s that?” replied the judge. “Well, you sit there, my lord,” said the countryman, “and I nod at you; so I’m the nodder, and your lordship is the noddee.”
393. Two fellows meeting, one asked the other, why he looked so sad? I have very good reasons for it, answered the other; poor Jack Such-a-one, the greatest crony and best friend I had in the world, was hanged but two days ago. What had he done? said the first. Alas, replied the other, he did no more than you or I would have done on the like occasion; he found a bridle in the road, and took it up. What! answered the other, hang a man for taking a bridle! That’s hard indeed. To tell the truth of the matter, said the other, there was a horse at the end of it.
393. Two guys ran into each other, and one asked the other why he looked so down. "I've got really good reasons," the other replied; "poor Jack Such-a-one, my closest buddy and best friend in the world, was hanged just two days ago." "What did he do?" asked the first. "Sadly," the other said, "he did no more than you or I would have done in the same situation; he found a bridle in the road and picked it up." "What? They hanged a guy for picking up a bridle? That's harsh." "To tell the truth," the other replied, "there was a horse involved."
394. It was a fine saying of my lord Russell, who was beheaded in the reign of King Charles II., when on the scaffold, he delivered his watch to Dr. Gilbert Burnet, afterwards bishop of Salisbury: Here, sir, said he, take this, it shows time: I am going into eternity, and shall have no longer any need of it.
394. It was a great saying of my lord Russell, who was executed during King Charles II's reign. On the scaffold, he handed his watch to Dr. Gilbert Burnet, later the bishop of Salisbury, saying, "Here, sir, take this; it tells time. I’m going into eternity now and won’t need it any longer."
395. Queen Elizabeth, having taken notice of the Duke de Villa Medina’s gallant behaviour at a tournament, told him one day, that she would absolutely know who his mistress was: Villa Medina excused himself awhile, but at last yielding to her curiosity, he promised to send her her picture. The next morning he sent her majesty a packet; wherein the Queen finding nothing but a small looking-glass, presently understood the Spaniard’s meaning.
395. Queen Elizabeth, noticing the Duke de Villa Medina’s brave performance at a tournament, told him one day that she really wanted to know who his mistress was. Villa Medina hesitated for a moment, but eventually giving in to her curiosity, he promised to send her a picture of her. The next morning, he sent her a package; inside, the Queen found nothing but a small mirror, and she immediately understood the Spaniard’s meaning.
396. A dyer, in a court of justice, being ordered to[80] hold up his hand that was all black; Take off your glove, friend, said the judge to him. Put on your spectacles, my lord, answered the dyer.
396. A dyer, in a court of law, was told to[80] hold up his completely blackened hand. "Take off your glove, my friend," said the judge to him. "Put on your glasses, my lord," replied the dyer.
397. A sober young woman, who was treating with a maidservant about work and wages, asked her, among other questions, what religion she was of? Alack-a-day, madam, said the poor innocent girl, I never trouble my head about that; for religion, I thought, was only for gentlefolks.
397. A serious young woman, who was discussing work and pay with a maid, asked her, among other questions, what religion she followed. Oh dear, ma'am, said the poor naive girl, I don’t really think about that; I thought religion was only for wealthy people.
398. Admiral Chatillon being on a holiday gone to hear mass in the Dominican friars’ chapel, a poor fellow begged his charity, just as he was most intent on his devotions. He felt in his pocket, and gave him several pieces of gold, without counting them, or minding what they were. The considerable alms so dazzled the beggar’s eyes, that he was amazed at it. As M. Chatillon was going out of the church door, where the poor man waited for him; Sir, said he, showing him what he had given him, I cannot tell whether you intended to give me so large a sum; if not, I am very ready to return it. The admiral, wondering at the honesty of the man, said, I did not, indeed, honest man, intend to have given you so much; but, since you have the generosity to offer to return it, I will have the generosity to desire you to keep it, and there are five pieces more for you.
398. Admiral Chatillon was at the Dominican friars’ chapel for holiday mass when a poor man asked for help just as he was focused on his prayers. He checked his pocket and handed the man several gold coins without counting or thinking about what they were. The large donation was so surprising that the beggar was taken aback. As M. Chatillon was leaving the church, the poor man waited for him and said, "Sir," showing what he had received, "I can’t tell if you meant to give me this much; if not, I’m more than willing to return it." The admiral, impressed by the man's honesty, replied, "I certainly didn’t mean to give you that much, but since you’re generous enough to offer it back, I’ll be generous in asking you to keep it, and here are five more coins for you."
399. A certain captain, who had made a greater figure than his fortune could well bear, and the regiment not being paid as was expected, was forced to put off a great part of his equipage; a few days after, as he was walking by the roadside, he saw one of his soldiers sitting cleaning himself under a hedge: What are you doing there, Tom? said the officer. Why, faith, sir, answered the soldier, I am following your example, getting rid of part of my retinue.
399. A certain captain, who had made a bigger impression than his finances could handle, and with the regiment not being paid as expected, was forced to sell off a large part of his gear. A few days later, as he was walking along the road, he saw one of his soldiers sitting under a hedge, cleaning himself. "What are you doing there, Tom?" asked the officer. "Well, sir," replied the soldier, "I’m taking a cue from you, getting rid of some of my entourage."
400. One who had formerly been rich, but had squandered away his estate, and left himself no furniture in the house but a sorry bed, a little table, a few broken chairs, and some other odd things, seeing a parcel of thieves, who knew not his condition, breaking into his [81] house in the night, he cried out to them, Are not you a pack of fools, to think to find anything here in the dark, when I can find nothing by daylight?
400. A man who used to be wealthy, but had wasted all his money and left himself with nothing but a worn-out bed, a small table, a few broken chairs, and some random stuff, saw a group of thieves who didn’t know about his situation breaking into his [81] house at night. He shouted at them, “Aren’t you all idiots to think you’ll find anything here in the dark when I can’t even find anything during the day?”
401. A certain great lord having, by his extravagancies, run himself over head and ears in debt, and seeming very little concerned about it, one of his friends told him one day, That he wondered how he could sleep quietly in his bed, whilst he was so much in debt. For my part, said my lord, I sleep very well; but I wonder how my creditors can.
401. A certain wealthy lord, by being extravagant, got himself deeply in debt and seemed hardly bothered by it. One day, a friend remarked that he was surprised the lord could sleep soundly knowing how much he owed. The lord replied, “I sleep just fine; I wonder how my creditors manage to sleep.”
402. A bishop of Cervia in Italy came in great haste to the Pope, and told him, that it was generally reported his holiness had done him the honour to make him governor of Rome. How, said the Pope, don’t you know that fame spreads a great many false reports? and I dare say you will find this one of them.
402. A bishop from Cervia in Italy rushed to the Pope and told him that it was widely said his holiness had honored him by making him the governor of Rome. "How," said the Pope, "don’t you know that rumors create many false stories? I bet this is one of them."
403. A Gascon, one day reading in company a letter he had just received from his father, who therein acquainted him, that he was threatened with an assessment, which would be very hard upon him, whose whole estate was not above two hundred livres per annum. This sum was written in figures, thus (200). But the Gascon reading two thousand instead of two hundred, a lady that stood behind him, and read the letter without uttering a word, so that he could not perceive her, hearing him say two thousand; Hold, hold, sir, said she, there are but two hundred. Let me be hanged, said he, turning about to her, if the coxcomb, meaning his father, has not forgot a cipher.
403. One day, a Gascon was reading a letter he had just received from his father to a group of people. In the letter, his father mentioned that he was facing a tax assessment that would be very difficult for him, as his entire estate was worth only two hundred livres a year. This amount was written as (200). However, the Gascon misread it as two thousand. A lady standing behind him, who was reading the letter silently and went unnoticed by him, heard him say two thousand and said, “Wait, wait, sir, it’s only two hundred.” He turned to her and replied, “I swear, that fool, referring to his father, must have forgotten a zero.”
404. Another Gascon officer, who had served under Henry IV. King of France, and not having received any pay for a considerable time, came to the king, and confidently said to him, Sire, three words with your majesty: Money or discharge. Four with you, answered his majesty: Neither one nor t’other.
404. Another Gascon officer, who had served under Henry IV, King of France, and hadn’t been paid for a long time, went to the king and confidently said to him, “Sire, three words for your majesty: Money or discharge.” “Four for you,” answered his majesty, “Neither one nor the other.”
405. A certain Italian having wrote a book upon the art of making gold, dedicated it to Pope Leo X. in hopes of a good reward: His holiness finding the man con[82]stantly following him, at length gave him a large empty purse, saying, Sir, since you know how to make gold, you can have no need of anything but a purse to put it in.
405. An Italian wrote a book about the art of making gold and dedicated it to Pope Leo X, hoping for a rewarding response. His holiness noticed the man consistently following him and eventually gave him a large empty purse, saying, "Sir, since you know how to make gold, all you need is a purse to put it in."
406. A countryman seeing a lady in the street in a very odd dress as he thought, begged her to be pleased to tell him what she called it. The lady, a little surprised at the question, called him impertinent fellow. Nay, I hope no offence, madam, cried Hodge, I am a poor countryman, just going out of town, and my wife always expects I should bring her an account of the newest fashion, which occasioned my inquiring what you call this that you wear. It is a sack, said she, in a great pet. I have heard, replied the countryman (heartily nettled at her behaviour) of a pig in a poke, but never saw a sow in a sack before.
406. A farmer saw a lady in the street wearing a very strange outfit, and he asked her what she called it. The lady, a bit taken aback by the question, called him an impudent fool. "No offense intended, ma'am," Hodge replied, "I’m just a poor farmer heading out of town, and my wife always expects me to bring back news about the latest fashions, which is why I asked what you call what you're wearing." "It's a sack," she said, clearly annoyed. The farmer, feeling insulted by her response, shot back, "I've heard of a pig in a poke, but I’ve never seen a sow in a sack before."
407. A proud parson, and his man, riding over a common, saw a shepherd tending his flock, and having a new coat on, the parson asked him, in a haughty tone, who gave him that coat? The same, said the shepherd, that clothed you, the parish. The parson, nettled at this, rode on a little way, and then bade his man go back, and ask the shepherd if he’d come and live with him, for he wanted a fool. The man going accordingly to the shepherd, delivered his master’s message, and concluded as he was ordered, that his master wanted a fool. Why, are you going away then? said the shepherd. No, answered the other. Then you may tell your master, replied the shepherd, his living can’t maintain three of us.
407. A proud parson and his servant were riding across a common when they spotted a shepherd taking care of his flock. Noticing the shepherd's new coat, the parson arrogantly asked him who had given him that coat. "The same person who clothed you," the shepherd replied, "the parish." The parson, irritated by this, rode on for a bit before telling his servant to go back and ask the shepherd if he wanted to come live with him, as he needed a fool. The servant went back to the shepherd, delivered the parson's message, and added, as he was instructed, that his master was looking for a fool. "Well, are you leaving then?" asked the shepherd. "No," replied the servant. "Then you can tell your master," the shepherd responded, "that his living can't support three of us."
408. A lad was running along the gunnel of a ship, with a can of flip in his hand, of which he was to have part himself, when a cannon ball came suddenly, and took off one of his legs; Look ye there now, said he, all the flip’s spilt.
408. A boy was running along the side of a ship, holding a can of flip, which he was supposed to enjoy himself, when suddenly a cannonball hit and took off one of his legs; "Look at that now," he said, "all the flip’s spilled."
409. Lord Falkland, the author of the play, called The Marriage Night, was chosen very young to sit in parliament; and when he was first elected, some of the members opposed his admission, urging, That he had not sown all his wild oats. Then, replied he, it will be the[83] best way to sow them in the house, where there are so many geese to pick them up.
409. Lord Falkland, who wrote the play The Marriage Night, was elected to parliament at a very young age. When he first got elected, some members opposed his entry, arguing that he hadn't finished sowing his wild oats. He replied, "Then it’s best to sow them here in the house, where there are so many geese to pick them up."
410. The Duke of —— asked a friend, Who he thought had undertaken the most difficult task, Mr. Whiston, in his attempts to discover the longitude, or Mr. Lisle, to find the philosopher’s stone? The friend answered, that he could not tell which was the more arduous task of the two which those gentlemen had undertaken, but he was sure that he had himself engaged in a much more difficult work than either of them. What is that? said his grace. I have been these six years endeavouring to prevail on you to pay your debts, replied the friend.
410. The Duke of —— asked a friend whom he thought had taken on the tougher challenge, Mr. Whiston with his efforts to find the longitude, or Mr. Lisle in his quest for the philosopher’s stone? The friend replied that he couldn’t say which of the two tasks was harder, but he was certain that he had been involved in a much tougher job than either of them. “What’s that?” said the Duke. “I’ve spent the last six years trying to get you to pay your debts,” the friend answered.
411. A schoolmaster asking one of his boys, in a sharp wintry morning, what was Latin for cold, the boy hesitated a little: What, sirrah, said he, can’t you tell? Yes, yes, replied the boy, I have it at my fingers’ ends.
411. A teacher asking one of his students on a chilly winter morning what the Latin word for cold was, the student paused a bit. "What’s the matter, kid?" he asked. "Can’t you remember?" "Yeah, yeah," the student replied, "I know it by heart."
412. When the gate, which joined to Whitehall, was ordered by the House of Commons to be pulled down, to make the coach-way more open and commodious, a member made a motion, that the other which was contiguous to it, might be taken down at the same time; which was opposed by a gentleman, who told the house, that he had a very high veneration for that fabric, that he looked upon it as a noble piece of antiquity; that he had the honour to have lived by it many years; and therefore humbly begged the house would continue the honour to him, for it would really make him unhappy to be deprived of it now. Counsellor Hungerford seconded the gentleman, and said, ’Twould be a thousand pities, but he should be indulged to live still by his gate, for he was sure he could never live by his style.
412. When the gate that connected to Whitehall was ordered by the House of Commons to be taken down to make the coachway more open and convenient, a member proposed that the other nearby gate should also be removed at the same time. This was opposed by a gentleman who expressed to the house that he had great respect for that structure, viewing it as a noble piece of history. He shared that he had the honor of living by it for many years and therefore humbly asked the house to allow him to keep it, as losing it would genuinely make him unhappy. Counselor Hungerford supported the gentleman's sentiment and stated that it would be a real shame if he couldn't continue to live by his gate, as he was sure he could never live up to his status otherwise.
413. A nobleman having presented King Charles II. with a fine horse, his majesty bade Killigrew, who was present, tell him his age; whereupon Killigrew went and examined the tail; What are you doing? said the king, that is not the place to find out his age. O! sir, said Killigrew, Your majesty knows one should never look a gift horse in the mouth.
413. A nobleman gave King Charles II a beautiful horse, and the king asked Killigrew, who was there, to guess its age. Killigrew went to check the horse's tail. The king asked, "What are you doing? That's not how you find out its age." Killigrew replied, "Oh! Sir, you know you should never look a gift horse in the mouth."
414. A certain poetaster, whose head was full of a play of his own writing, was explaining the plot and design of it to a courtier. The scene of it, said he, is in Cappadocia; and, to judge rightly of the play, a man must transport himself into the country, and get acquainted with the genius of the people. You say right, answered the courtier, and I think it would be best to have it acted there.
414. A certain wannabe poet, who was really into his own play, was explaining the plot and idea behind it to a courtier. The setting, he said, is in Cappadocia; and to truly understand the play, one must immerse themselves in the culture and get to know the people. You're absolutely right, replied the courtier, and I think it would be best to have it performed there.
415. A young man, who was a very great talker, making a bargain with Isocrates to be taught by him, Isocrates asked double the price that his other scholars gave him; and the reason, said he, is, that I must teach thee two sciences, one to speak, and the other to hold thy tongue.
415. A young man, who was quite a chatterbox, made a deal with Isocrates to be taught by him. Isocrates asked for double the fee that his other students paid. The reason, he said, is that he had to teach this young man two skills: one to speak and the other to keep quiet.
416. A certain couple going to Dunmow in Essex, to claim the flitch of bacon, which is to be given to every married pair, who can swear they had no dispute, nor once repented their bargain in a year and a day, the steward ready to deliver it, asked where they would put it; the husband produced a bag, and told him, in that. That, answered the steward, is not big enough to hold it. So I told my wife, replied the good man; and I believe we have had a hundred words about it. Ay, said the steward, but they were not such as will butter any cabbage to eat with this bacon; and so hung the flitch up again.
416. A couple heading to Dunmow in Essex to claim the flitch of bacon, awarded to every married couple who can swear they’ve had no arguments and haven’t regretted their marriage in a year and a day, found the steward ready to hand it over. He asked where they would put it, and the husband pulled out a bag and said, “In this.” The steward replied, “That’s not big enough to hold it.” “I told my wife the same,” the man answered, “and I think we’ve had a hundred arguments about it.” “Yes,” said the steward, “but those aren’t the kind of words that will make this bacon taste any better,” and he hung the flitch up again.
417. Two gentlemen, one named Chambers, the other Garret, riding by Tyburn, said the first, This is a very pretty tenement, if it had but a Garret. You fool, said Garret, don’t you know there must be Chambers first?
417. Two gentlemen, one named Chambers and the other Garret, were riding by Tyburn when the first said, "This is a nice place, if it only had a Garret." "You idiot," Garret replied, "don't you know there has to be Chambers first?"
418. Two gentlemen, one named Woodcock, the other Fuller, walking together, happened to see an owl; said the last, That bird is very much like a Woodcock. You are very wrong, said the first, for it’s Fuller in the head, Fuller in the eyes, and Fuller all over.
418. Two gentlemen, one named Woodcock and the other Fuller, were walking together when they saw an owl. Fuller said, "That bird looks a lot like a Woodcock." Woodcock replied, "You're mistaken because it has Fuller for a head, Fuller for eyes, and is Fuller all over."
419. An arch boy having taken notice of his schoolmaster’s often reading a chapter in Corinthians, wherein is this sentence, ‘We shall all be changed in the twink[85]ling of an eye,’ privately erased the letter c in the word changed. The next time the master read it, we shall all be hanged in the twinkling of an eye.
419. A mischievous boy noticed his teacher frequently reading a chapter in Corinthians, which contains the phrase, ‘We shall all be changed in the twink[85]ling of an eye.’ He secretly erased the letter c in the word changed. The next time the teacher read it, it said, ‘We shall all be hanged in the twinkling of an eye.’
420. A certain great man, who had been a furious party man, and most surprisingly changed sides, by which he obtained a coronet, was soon after at cards at a place where Lady T—nd was, and complaining in the midst of the game, that he had a great pain in his side, I thought your lordship had no side, said she.
420. A prominent man, who had been a passionate supporter of one party, surprisingly switched sides and gained a title as a result. Shortly after, while playing cards at a gathering with Lady T—nd, he complained during the game that he had a severe pain in his side. She responded, "I thought you didn’t have a side."
421. A gentleman living in Jamaica, not long ago, had a wife not of the most agreeable humour in the world; however, as an indulgent husband, he had bought her a fine pad, which soon after gave her a fall that broke her neck. Another gentleman in the same neighbourhood, blessed likewise with a termagant spouse, asked the widower, if he would sell his wife’s pad, for he had a great fancy for it, and he would give him what he would for it. No, said the other, I don’t care to sell it, for I am not sure that I shan’t marry again.
421. A man living in Jamaica, not long ago, had a wife who wasn't the easiest person to get along with; however, being a caring husband, he had bought her a nice horse, which soon after caused her to have an accident that broke her neck. Another man in the same neighborhood, also dealing with a difficult wife, asked the widower if he would sell his wife’s horse, as he really liked it and would pay whatever he wanted for it. No, said the other man, I’d rather not sell it because I’m not sure I won’t remarry.
422. A scholar of Dr. Busby’s coming into a parlour where the doctor had laid a fine bunch of grapes for his own eating, took it up and said aloud, I publish the banns between these grapes and my mouth; if any one knows any just cause or impediment why these two should not be joined together, let them declare it. The doctor, being but in the next room, overheard all that was said, and coming into the school, he ordered the boy who had eaten his grapes to be taken up, or, as they called it, horsed on another boy’s back; but before he proceeded to the usual discipline, he cried out aloud, as the delinquent had done: I publish the banns between my rod and this boy’s breech, if any one knows any just cause or impediment why these two should not be joined together, let them declare it. I forbid the banns, cried the boy. Why so? said the doctor. Because the parties are not agreed, replied the boy. Which answer so pleased the doctor, who loved to find any readiness of wit in his scholars, that he ordered the boy to be set down.
422. A student of Dr. Busby walked into a room where the doctor had set out a nice bunch of grapes for himself. He picked them up and announced, "I declare the intentions between these grapes and my mouth; if anyone knows a valid reason or obstacle why these two shouldn't come together, speak now." The doctor, who was in the next room, heard everything and came into the classroom. He ordered the boy who ate his grapes to be punished, or as they called it, "horsed" on another boy’s back. But before he started the usual discipline, he shouted, just like the boy had: "I declare the intentions between my rod and this boy’s backside; if anyone knows a valid reason or obstacle why these two shouldn't be connected, speak now." "I forbid the intentions," the boy shouted back. "Why's that?" asked the doctor. "Because the parties don’t agree," the boy replied. The doctor was so delighted by the boy’s witty response that he decided to let him go.
423. The late Sir Robert Henley, who was commonly pretty much in debt, walking one day with two or three other gentlemen in the Park, was accosted by a tradesman, who took him aside for a minute or two, and when the baronet rejoined his company, he seemed to be in a great passion, which his friends taking notice of, asked him what was the matter? Why the rascal, said he, has been dunning me for money I have owed him these seven years, with as much impudence as if it was a debt of yesterday.
423. The late Sir Robert Henley, who was usually quite in debt, was walking one day in the Park with a couple of other gentlemen when a tradesman approached him. The tradesman pulled him aside for a minute or two. When the baronet rejoined his friends, he looked incredibly furious. Noticing this, his friends asked him what was wrong. "That scoundrel," he said, "has been nagging me for money I’ve owed him for seven years as if it was a debt from yesterday."
424. The late Mr. D—t, the player, a man of great humanity, as will appear by the story, having heard that his landlady’s maid had cut her throat with one of his razors, of which an account was brought to him behind scenes at the time of the play; D—t, with great concern and emotion, cried out, Zoons, I hope it was not with my best razor!
424. The late Mr. D—t, the actor, a man of great compassion, as the story will show, learned that his landlady’s maid had cut her throat with one of his razors, news he received backstage during the play; D—t, feeling distressed and emotional, exclaimed, "Good heavens, I hope it wasn't with my best razor!"
425. Joe Haines, the player, being asked what could transport Mr. Collier into so blind a zeal for the general suppression of the stage, when only some particular authors had abused it; whereas the stage, he could not but know, was generally allowed, when rightly conducted, to be a delightful method of mending the morals? For that reason, replied Haines; Collier is, by profession, a moral-mender himself, and two of a trade, you know, can never agree.
425. Joe Haines, the player, was asked what could cause Mr. Collier to be so passionately against the theater when only a few specific authors had misused it; after all, the theater was widely recognized, when done right, as a wonderful way to improve morals. Haines replied that Collier is, by profession, a moral reformer himself, and you know how two people in the same line of work can never see eye to eye.
426. Some gentlemen being at a tavern together, for want of better diversion, one proposed play; but, said another of the company, I have fourteen good reasons against gaming. What are they? said another. In the first place, answered he, I have no money. Oh! said the other, if you had four hundred reasons, you need not name another.
426. Some guys were at a bar together and, looking for something to do, one of them suggested playing a game. But another guy in the group said, "I have fourteen good reasons not to gamble." "What are they?" someone else asked. The first guy replied, "Well, for starters, I don't have any money." The other guy said, "Oh, if you had four hundred reasons, you wouldn’t need to mention another one."
427. A parson, in the country, taking his text from St. Matthew, chap. viii. 14, ‘And Peter’s wife’s mother lay sick of a fever,’ preached for three Sundays together on the same subject. Soon after, two country fellows going across the church-yard, and hearing the bell toll, one[87] asked the other, who it was for? Nay, I can’t tell you; perhaps, replied he, it is for Peter’s wife’s mother, for she has been sick of a fever these three weeks.
427. A country parson, using a verse from St. Matthew, chapter viii, 14, ‘And Peter’s mother-in-law was sick with a fever,’ preached on the same topic for three Sundays in a row. Soon after, two local guys were walking through the churchyard, and when they heard the bell ringing, one asked the other who it was for. "I can’t say," the other replied. "Maybe it’s for Peter’s mother-in-law, since she’s been sick with a fever for three weeks now."
428. The Hon. Mr. L— one morning, at the late Sir Robert Walpole’s levee, as I sat by them, asked John Lawton for a pinch of snuff, who told him he had none in his box, for he seldom took any, but now and then to keep him awake at church. That, said the other, is the most improper thing you can do there; for it quite destroys the natural operation of the sermon.
428. One morning at the late Sir Robert Walpole’s gathering, the Hon. Mr. L— asked John Lawton for a pinch of snuff while I was sitting nearby. Lawton replied that he didn’t have any in his box since he rarely took it, except occasionally to stay awake in church. The other responded, “That’s the most inappropriate thing you can do there; it totally undermines the natural impact of the sermon.”
429. I remember in the reign of the late Queen Anne, when disputes ran high between Whig and Tory, some persons suffered party to mix in every their minutest action. A Tory would not cock his hat in the same manner that a Whig did, nor a Whig lady patch her face on the same side that the Tory ladies patched theirs. A pleasant instance of this strict adherence to party in trivial affairs, was Dick W—l, who, being sent to parliament on the Tory interest, was resolved to do nothing but what was on that side. The house, a few days after he took his seat in it, happening to sit late, a motion was made for candles to be brought in, which being put to the vote, Dick pulled a high-flying member, who sat near him, by the sleeve, and asked him if candles were for the church? And being answered in the affirmative, very readily gave his voice for them, which otherwise he would not have done.
429. I remember during the reign of the late Queen Anne, when arguments flared up between Whigs and Tories, some people let their party affiliation influence even their smallest actions. A Tory wouldn’t tilt his hat the same way a Whig did, and a Whig lady wouldn’t apply her makeup on the same side that Tory ladies did. A funny example of this rigorous loyalty to party in trivial matters was Dick W—l, who, after being elected to Parliament on the Tory ticket, was determined to act only on that side. A few days after he took his seat, as the house was sitting late, a motion was made to bring in candles. When this was put to a vote, Dick tugged on the sleeve of a prominent member sitting near him and asked if candles were for the church. When he was told yes, he quickly voted in favor of them, which he otherwise wouldn’t have done.
430. A young fellow, not quite so wise as Solomon, eating some Cheshire cheese full of mites, one night at the tavern: Now, said he, have I done as much as Sampson, for I have slain my thousands and my ten thousands. Yes, answered one of the company, and with the same weapon too, the jawbone of an ass.
430. A young guy, not as wise as Solomon, eating some Cheshire cheese full of bugs one night at the bar: "Now," he said, "have I done just as much as Samson, because I've killed my thousands and tens of thousands." "Yes," replied one of the people there, "and with the same weapon too, the jawbone of a donkey."
431. Poor Joe Miller going one day along the Strand, an impudent Derby captain came swaggering up to him, and thrust between him and the wall. I don’t use to give the wall, said he, to every jackanapes. But I do, said Joe; and so made way for him.
431. Poor Joe Miller was walking along the Strand one day when a cocky captain from Derby swaggered up to him and pushed between him and the wall. "I don’t usually give the wall to every cocky guy," he said. "But I do," replied Joe, and stepped aside for him.
432. When the late Duke of —— went over as Lord Lieutenant to Ireland, he took an excellent man cook with him, but they had not been there above a month, when, finding his grace kept a very scurvy house, he gave him warning. What’s the reason, said the duke, that you have a mind to leave me? Why, if I continue with your excellency much longer, answered the cook, I shall quite forget my trade.
432. When the late Duke of —— became Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, he brought a great chef with him. However, after just a month, the chef decided to leave because he found the duke's household to be in a terrible state. The duke asked him, "Why do you want to leave?" The chef replied, "If I stay with you much longer, I'll completely forget how to do my job."
433. A certain officer in the guards telling one night, in company with Joe Miller, of several wonderful things he had seen abroad, among the rest he told the company he had seen a pike caught that was six feet long. That’s a trifle, said Joe, I have seen a half-pike, in England, longer by a foot, and yet not worth twopence.
433. One night, a certain officer in the guards was with Joe Miller and shared stories of the amazing things he had seen while traveling. Among other tales, he mentioned that he had seen a pike caught that was six feet long. "That's nothing," Joe said. "I've seen a half-pike in England that's a foot longer, and still not worth a dime."
434. Jemmy Spiller, another of the jocose comedians, going one day through Rag Fair, a place where they sell second-hand goods, cheapened a leg of mutton, he saw hanging up there, at a butcher’s stall. The butcher told him it was a groat a pound. Are you not an unconscionable fellow, said Spiller, to ask such a price, when one may have a new one for the same price in Clare Market?
434. Jemmy Spiller, another one of the funny comedians, was walking through Rag Fair one day, a place where they sell second-hand goods, and he bargained for a leg of mutton he saw hanging at a butcher’s stall. The butcher told him it was a groat a pound. “Aren’t you being unreasonable,” Spiller said, “to ask such a price when you can get a fresh one for the same amount in Clare Market?”
435. A gentleman having a servant with a very thick skull, used often to call him the king of fools. I wish, said the fellow one day, you could make your words good, I should then be the greatest monarch in the world.
435. A guy with a really slow servant often called him the king of fools. One day, the servant replied, "I wish you could back up your words; then I’d be the greatest ruler in the world."
436. A lawyer being sick, made his last will, and gave all his estate to fools and madmen; being asked the reason for so doing: From such, said he, I had it, and to such I give it again.
436. A lawyer who was unwell wrote his last will and left all his property to fools and madmen. When asked why he did that, he said, "I got it from them, and I'm giving it back to them."
437. A thief being brought to Tyburn to be executed, the ordinary of Newgate, in taking his last confession, asked him if he was not sorry for having committed the robbery for which he was going to suffer? The criminal answered, Yes, but that he was more sorry for not having stolen enough to bribe the jury.
437. A thief was brought to Tyburn to be executed. The chaplain of Newgate, while taking his last confession, asked him if he felt any regret for committing the robbery that led to his punishment. The criminal replied, "Yes, but I’m more sorry I didn’t steal enough to bribe the jury."
438. A certain poor unfortunate gentleman was so[89] often pulled by the sleeve by the bailiffs, that he was in continual apprehension of them; and going one day through Tavistock Street, his coat sleeve happened to hitch upon the iron spike of one of the rails; whereupon he immediately turned about in a great surprise, and cried out, At whose suit, sir? at whose suit?
438. A certain unfortunate gentleman was so[89] frequently tugged at the sleeve by the bailiffs that he lived in constant fear of them. One day, while walking through Tavistock Street, his coat sleeve got caught on the iron spike of one of the railings. He immediately turned around in great surprise and shouted, "At whose request, sir? At whose request?"
439. A soldier in the late wars, a little before an engagement, found a horse-shoe, and stuck it in his girdle; shortly after, in the heat of the action, a bullet came and hit him upon that part. Well, said he, I find a little armour will serve a turn, if it be put in the right place.
439. A soldier from the recent wars, just before a battle, found a horseshoe and stuck it in his belt. Shortly after, during the heat of the action, a bullet hit him right on that spot. Well, he said, I see that a little bit of armor can be useful if it's placed in the right spot.
440. The late famous Arthur Moor, who was much in favor with the Tory ministry, in the latter part of Queen Anne’s reign, had a lady who was reckoned a woman of great wit and humour, but of political principles quite opposite to those of her husband. After the death of the Queen, when it was talked of as if the late ministers would have been called to account, my Lord B—ke meeting Mrs. Moor one day, in a visit, Well, madam, said he, you hear how terribly we are threatened; you’ll come, I hope, and see me, when I go to Tower Hill? Upon my word, my lord, said she, I should be extremely glad to do it: but I believe I shall be engaged another way, for I am told my Snub (the name by which she always called her husband) will be obliged to go the same day to Tyburn.
440. The well-known Arthur Moor, who was quite favored by the Tory government during the later part of Queen Anne’s reign, had a wife who was known for her cleverness and sense of humor, but her political views were completely opposite to his. After the Queen passed away, when people speculated that the former ministers might be held accountable, my Lord B—ke ran into Mrs. Moor during a visit and said, "Well, madam, you hear how badly we are threatened; I hope you’ll come and see me when I go to Tower Hill?" To which she replied, "Upon my word, my lord, I would be very happy to do that, but I believe I’ll probably have other plans because I’ve heard my Snub (the name she always used for her husband) will have to go to Tyburn on the same day."
441. The same lady, coming home one evening, told her husband she wished him joy, for she heard he was to be made a lord. (This was before the death of Queen Anne.) And pray, said he, what did they say was to be my title? My Lord Tariff, replied she, which was a sneer upon him, for having been engaged in settling a tariff of trade which he was thought well skilled in. And why don’t you, when you hear any one abuse your husband, spit in their face? said he. No, I thank you, answered the lady, I don’t intend to spit myself into a consumption.
441. The same woman, coming home one evening, told her husband she wanted to congratulate him because she heard he was going to be made a lord. (This was before Queen Anne's death.) "And what do they say my title will be?" he asked. "My Lord Tariff," she replied, which was a dig at him for being involved in figuring out a trade tariff that people thought he was good at. "And why don’t you spit in anyone's face when you hear them insult your husband?" he asked. "No, thank you," the woman replied, "I don’t want to spit myself into an illness."
442. The late Sir John Tash was a famous wine-merchant, and sold great quantities of that liquor, but was[90] supposed to make it chiefly without much of the juice of the grape; therefore Alderman Parsons meeting him one day, saluted him by the name of brother brewer. I deal in wine, Mr. Alderman, said Sir John, and am no brewer. But I know you are, replied the other, and can brew more by an inch of candle, than I can with a caldron of coals.
442. The late Sir John Tash was a well-known wine merchant who sold a lot of that beverage, but it was[90] believed that he mainly made it without much grape juice. So, when Alderman Parsons ran into him one day, he greeted him as "brother brewer." "I deal in wine, Mr. Alderman," Sir John replied, "and I'm not a brewer." "But I know you are," the Alderman said back, "and you can brew more with a candle than I can with a cauldron of coals."
443. A late archbishop having promised one of his chaplains, who was a favourite, the first good living in his gift, that he should like, and think worthy his acceptance; soon after hearing of the death of an old rector, whose parsonage was worth about 300l. a year, sent his chaplain to the place to see how he liked it; the doctor, when he came back again, thanked his grace for the offer he had made him, but said, he had met with such an account of the country, and the neighbourhood, as was not at all agreeable to him, and therefore should be glad, if his grace pleased, to wait till something else fell. Another vacancy not long after happening, the archbishop sent him also to view that; but he returned as before, not satisfied with it, which did not much please his grace. A third living, much better than either of the others becoming vacant, as he was told, the chaplain was sent to take a view of that; and when he came back, Well, now, said my lord, how do you like this last living? what objection can you have to this? I like the country very well, my Lord, answered he, and the house, the income, and the neighbourhood, but—— But! replied the archbishop, what but can there be then? But, my lord, said he, I found the old incumbent smoking his pipe at the gate of his house.
443. A late archbishop promised one of his favored chaplains the first good position he had available that the chaplain would find worthy of his acceptance. Shortly after hearing about the death of an old rector, whose parsonage was worth around 300l. a year, he sent his chaplain to check it out. When the chaplain returned, he thanked the archbishop for the offer but said the reports he received about the area and the community were not appealing to him, so he would prefer to wait for another opportunity. Not long after, another vacancy came up, and the archbishop sent him to look at that one as well, but the chaplain returned, still unsatisfied, which displeased the archbishop. When a third position, much better than the first two, became available, the chaplain was sent again to assess it. Upon his return, the archbishop asked, “So, how do you like this last living? What objections do you have?” The chaplain replied, “I like the area, my Lord, the house, the income, and the community, but—” “But!” interrupted the archbishop, “What could there possibly be to complain about?” The chaplain explained, “But, my lord, I found the old incumbent smoking his pipe at the gate of his house.”
444. Two city ladies meeting at a visit, one a grocer’s wife, and the other a cheesemonger’s (who perhaps stood more upon the punctilio of precedence than some of their betters would have done at the court end of the town) when they had risen up and taken their leaves, the cheesemonger’s wife was going out of the room first, upon which the grocer’s lady, pulling her back by the tail of her gown, and stepping before her, No, madam, said she, nothing comes after cheese.
444. Two women from the city met during a visit, one the wife of a grocer and the other the wife of a cheesemonger (who, perhaps, cared more about social status than some of their upper-class counterparts would at the more affluent end of town). When they got up to leave, the cheesemonger's wife was heading out of the room first, at which point the grocer's wife pulled her back by the train of her dress and stepped in front of her, saying, "No, ma'am, nothing comes after cheese."
445. Old Johnson, the player, who was not only a very good actor, but a good judge of painting, and remarkable for making many dry jokes, was shown a picture, done by a very indifferent hand, but much commended, and was asked his opinion of it. Why, truly, said he, the painter is a very good painter, and observes the Lord’s commandments. What do you mean by that, Mr. Johnson? said one who stood by. Why, I think, answered he, that he hath not made to himself the likeness of anything that is in Heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth.
445. Old Johnson, the actor, who was not only a great performer but also had a keen eye for art and was known for his dry humor, was shown a painting done by a very mediocre artist, yet highly praised. He was asked for his thoughts on it. Well, he said, the painter is a very good artist and follows the Lord’s commandments. What do you mean by that, Mr. Johnson? asked someone nearby. Well, I think, he replied, that he hasn't created a likeness of anything that is in Heaven above, or on the earth below, or in the water beneath the earth.
446. A certain noble lord in the county of Hants, who had not much applied himself to letters, and was remarkable for his ill-spelling, dining at a neighbouring gentleman’s house, took notice several times, and commended a snuff-box he made use of; when my lord was gone away, the gentleman’s wife said to her husband, My dear, you did not observe how often my lord commended your snuff-box; I dare say he would have been highly pleased if you had made him an offer of it; if I was you I would send it after him. The gentleman took his lady’s advice, and the next morning sent a servant away with a letter, and the snuff-box, as a present to the lord.—The lady judged right, for my lord was mightily delighted with it, and returned a most complaisant letter of thanks for the present, and told the gentleman, in his ill-spelling, that he was greatly obliged to him, and in a few days would send him an elephant, (equivalent he would have written). The gentleman, not at all liking my lord’s proposal, sent his servant with a letter again next day, telling his lordship, that he was very glad the box was so acceptable to him, and thanking him for the honour he designed him, but begged he would not think of sending what he mentioned, for it would not only be attended with an expense, which he could not very well afford, being such a devouring animal, but would bring such numbers of people to see it, that it would make his house a perfect house of call. My lord, a little while after, meeting the gentleman, told[92] him, he was surprised at his letter, and could not imagine what he meant by it. The elephant, said he, that your lordship spoke of sending me. Elephant! said the learned lord, how could a man of your understanding make such a mistake? I said I would send you an equivalent. I beg your lordship’s pardon, returned the gentleman, and am ashamed of being such a dunce that I could not read your lordship’s letter.
446. A certain noble lord in Hampshire, who hadn’t devoted much time to reading and was known for his poor spelling, was dining at a neighbor’s house. He admired and commented several times on a snuff-box that the gentleman used. After my lord left, the gentleman’s wife said to her husband, "Darling, did you notice how often my lord praised your snuff-box? I bet he would have been really happy if you had offered it to him. If I were you, I’d send it to him." The gentleman took his wife’s advice and sent a servant the next morning with a letter and the snuff-box as a gift for the lord. The lady was right—my lord was very pleased with it and sent back a polite letter of thanks for the gift, telling the gentleman, in his bad spelling, that he was greatly obliged and that he would send him an elephant in a few days (what he should have written). The gentleman, not liking my lord’s offer at all, sent his servant with another letter the next day, saying that he was glad the box was so well-received and thanked him for the honor he intended, but asked him not to think about sending what he mentioned. He explained that it would not only be very expensive, as it was such a big animal, but it would also bring so many people to see it that it would turn his house into a complete stopover. A little while later, my lord ran into the gentleman and expressed his surprise at his letter, saying he couldn't understand what he meant by it. The elephant, said he, that your lordship talked about sending me. Elephant! exclaimed the learned lord, how could a man of your intelligence make such a mistake? I said I would send you an equivalent. I apologize, your lordship, replied the gentleman, and I'm embarrassed to be such a fool that I couldn’t read your lordship’s letter.
447. Young Griffith Lloyd, of the county of Cardigan, being sent to Jesus College, Oxford, where he was looked upon as an errant dunce, wore a calf-skin waistcoat, tanned with the hair on, and trimmed with a broad gold lace, and gold buttons. One of the Oxonians, an eminent punster, said, that Griffith was like a dull book, bound in calf-skin, and gilt, but very ill-lettered.
447. Young Griffith Lloyd, from Cardigan County, was sent to Jesus College, Oxford, where everyone thought he was a total idiot. He wore a calfskin waistcoat, tanned with the hair still on, decorated with a wide gold lace and gold buttons. One of the students, a well-known jokester, remarked that Griffith was like a boring book, bound in calfskin and gilt, but poorly written.
448. Old G——, the rich miser of Gloucestershire, going home one day, between Wickivarr and Badminton, the way being greasy, after a shower of rain, his foot slipped, and he fell off a high bank into a wet ditch, where he was almost smothered; a countryman, who knew his character, coming by, he begged him, for God’s sake, to help him. Ay, said the countryman, give me your hand. Give being a word that old G—— had a great aversion to, cried out, I thank you, honest friend, I will lend you my hand with all my heart. I have often heard, said the other, that you would never give anything in your life, so you may lie there; and on he walked.
448. Old G—, the wealthy miser from Gloucestershire, was on his way home one day, between Wickivarr and Badminton. The path was slick after a rain shower, and he slipped, tumbling off a high bank into a muddy ditch, where he nearly got stuck. A passerby, who knew what kind of person he was, came by, and G— begged him, for God's sake, to help him. "Sure," said the passerby, "just give me your hand." "Give" was a word that old G— really disliked, so he exclaimed, "I thank you, honest friend, I’ll lend you my hand with all my heart." The other man replied, "I've often heard that you would never give anything in your life, so you can just lie there," and continued on his way.
449. An old woman at the head of a table, said a satirical young one, seems to revive the old Grecian custom of serving up a death’s head with their banquets.
449. An old woman at the head of a table, a sarcastic young woman remarked, seems to bring back the ancient Greek tradition of presenting a death's head at their feasts.
450. The famous Tony Lee, a player in King Charles the Second’s reign, being killed in a tragedy, having a violent cold, could not forbear coughing as he lay dead upon the stage, which occasioned a good deal of laughter and noise in the house; he lifted up his head, and speaking to the audience, said, This makes good what my poor mother used to tell me; for she would often say that I should cough in my grade, because I used to[93] drink in my porridge. This set the house in such good humour, that it produced a thundering peal of applause, and made every one very readily pardon the solecism he had before committed.
450. The famous Tony Lee, a performer during King Charles the Second’s reign, tragically died but was unable to suppress a cough as he lay dead on stage, which caused quite a bit of laughter and noise in the audience. He raised his head and addressed the crowd, saying, “This proves what my poor mother always told me; she often said I would cough in my grave because I used to [93] drink in my porridge.” This lightened the mood so much that it resulted in a thunderous round of applause, making everyone quickly forgive the mistake he had made earlier.
451. Tom S—, the organist of St. M—, being reckoned to have a fine finger, drew many people to hear him, whom, he would oftentimes entertain with a voluntary after evening service, and his auditory seeming one day greatly delighted with his performance, after the church was cleared, Adad, sir, said his organ-blower, who was an idiot, I think we did rarely to-day. We, sirrah! said Tom. Ay, we, to be sure, answered the other; what would you have done without me? The next Sunday, Tom sitting down to play, could not make his organ speak, whereupon, calling to the bellows-blower, asked him what he meant? why he did not blow? Shall it be we, then? said the other.
451. Tom S—, the organist of St. M—, was known for his great skill, attracting many people to listen to him. He often entertained them with a voluntary piece after the evening service. One day, after the church was emptied, his bellows-blower, who wasn’t all there, remarked, "I think we did really well today." "We?" Tom replied. "Of course, we," the other answered. "What would you have done without me?" The following Sunday, when Tom sat down to play, he found that he couldn't get his organ to produce sound. He called to the bellows-blower and asked why he wasn't blowing. "Should it be we, then?" the other replied.
452. A certain French gentleman, having been but a very little while in England, was invited to a friend’s house, where a large bowl of punch was made, a liquor he had never seen before, and which did not at all agree with him; but having forgot the name of it, he asked a person the next day, What dey call a dat liqur in England, which is all de contradiction; where is de brandy to make it strong, and de vater to make it small, de sugar to make it sweet, and de lemons to make it sower. Punch, answered the other, I suppose you mean. Ay, ponche, begar, cried monsieur, it almost ponche my brain out last night.
452. A certain French gentleman, having been in England for only a short time, was invited to a friend's house, where a large bowl of punch was made—a drink he had never encountered before, and it didn’t agree with him at all. However, having forgotten its name, he asked someone the next day, "What do you call that drink in England that has everything mixed together; where’s the brandy to make it strong, the water to dilute it, the sugar to sweeten it, and the lemons to add sourness?" "Punch," the other person replied. "Yes, ponche," exclaimed the gentleman, "that almost knocked my brain out last night."
453. The famous Captain Fitzpatrick, who married ’Squire Western’s niece, and was reckoned an excellent hand at making bulls, was walking one day with two or three ladies, a little way out of West Chester, with his hat under his arm; the wind blowing very hard, one of the ladies said, I wonder, captain, you will be so ceremonious to walk bare-headed in such boisterous weather; pray, sir, put on your hat. Arrah, by my shoul, dear madam, answered the captain, I have been after trying two or three times already, and the wind is so high, that[94] I can’t keep my hat upon my head any longer than ’tis under my arm.
453. The well-known Captain Fitzpatrick, who married Squire Western’s niece and was considered great at telling tall tales, was walking one day with a couple of ladies just outside West Chester, with his hat tucked under his arm. The wind was blowing fiercely, and one of the ladies said, "I wonder, Captain, why you would be so formal as to walk bare-headed in this wild weather; please, put on your hat." "Oh, by my soul, dear madam," replied the captain, "I’ve tried putting it on a few times already, but the wind is so strong that[94] I can’t keep my hat on my head any longer than it is under my arm."
454. The same gentleman being with the aforesaid ladies, in a nobleman’s garden, where there was a large iron roller, told them, he thought it was the biggest iron rolling-stone he had ever seen in his life.
454. The same gentleman was with the ladies mentioned before, in a nobleman's garden, where there was a large iron roller. He told them he thought it was the biggest iron rolling stone he had ever seen in his life.
455. A philosopher being blamed by a stander-by, for defending an argument weakly against the Emperor Adrian, replied, What! would you have me contend with a man that commands thirty legions of soldiers?
455. A philosopher, criticized by a bystander for weakly defending an argument against Emperor Adrian, replied, "What! Do you expect me to argue with a man who commands thirty legions of soldiers?"
456. A painter turned physician; upon which change, a friend applauded him, saying, You have done well, for before, your faults could be discovered by the naked eye, but now they are hid.
456. A painter who became a doctor; whereupon a friend praised him, saying, "You’ve done well, because before, your mistakes were easy to spot, but now they’re hidden."
457. Bishop Latimer preaching at court, said, that it was reported the king was poor, and that they were seeking ways and means to make him rich; but he added, For my part, I think the best way to make the king rich, would be to give him a good post, or office, for all his officers are rich.
457. Bishop Latimer preaching at court said that it was rumored the king was broke and that they were looking for ways to make him wealthy. But he added, “For me, I think the best way to make the king rich would be to give him a good position or job, because all his officers are wealthy.”
458. Zelim, the first of the Ottoman Emperors that shaved his beard, his predecessors having always worn it long, being asked by one of his bashaws, why he altered the custom of his predecessors? answered, Because you bashaws shall not lead me by the beard, as you did them.
458. Zelim, the first of the Ottoman Emperors to shave his beard, as his predecessors always had long beards, was asked by one of his bashaws why he changed the tradition. He replied, "Because I won’t let you bashaws control me by the beard like you did with them."
459. It being told Antigonus, in order to intimidate him, as he marched to the field of battle, that the enemy would shoot such volleys of arrows, as would intercept the light of the sun. I am glad of it, replied he, for it being very hot, we shall then fight in the shade.
459. When it was reported to Antigonus, to scare him, that the enemy would shoot so many arrows that they would block out the sunlight as he marched to battle, he replied, “I’m glad to hear that, because since it’s really hot, we’ll just fight in the shade.”
460. A sailor having received ten guineas for turning Roman Catholic, said to the priest who paid him the money, Sir, you ought to give me ten guineas more, because it is so hard to believe transubstantiation.
460. A sailor who received ten guineas for converting to Roman Catholicism said to the priest who paid him, "Sir, you should give me ten more guineas because believing in transubstantiation is so difficult."
461. One seeing an affected coxcomb buying books, told him, His bookseller was properly his upholsterer, for he furnished his room rather than his head.
461. One person saw a flashy show-off buying books and told him that his bookseller was really his interior decorator because he was filling his room more than his mind.
462. An arch wag once said, That tailors were like woodcocks, for they got their sustenance by their long bills.
462. A clever person once said that tailors were like woodcocks because they earned their living with their long bills.
463. A complaint being made to the court of Spain of a certain Viceroy of Mexico, the Secretary of State, who was his friend, wrote him word, that he was accused at court of having extorted great sums of money from the people under his government; which I hope, said the Secretary, is true, or else you are undone.
463. When a complaint was brought to the court of Spain about a certain Viceroy of Mexico, his friend, the Secretary of State, informed him that he was being accused in court of having extorted large sums of money from the people he governed. "I hope," said the Secretary, "that it's true, or else you're in serious trouble."
464. At a religious meeting a lady persevered in standing on a bench, and thus intercepting the view of others, though repeatedly requested to sit down. A reverend old gentleman at last rose, and said gravely, I think, if the lady knew that she had a large hole in each of her stockings, she would not exhibit them in this way. This had the desired effect—she immediately sunk down on her seat. A young minister standing by, blushed to the temples, and said, O, brother, how could you say what was not the fact? Not the fact! replied the old gentleman; if she had not a large hole in each of her stockings, I should like to know how she gets them on.
464. At a religious meeting, a woman insisted on standing on a bench, blocking the view of others, even though she was repeatedly asked to sit down. An elderly gentleman finally stood up and said seriously, "I believe if the lady knew she had a big hole in each of her stockings, she wouldn’t be showing them off like this." This had the intended effect—she immediately sat down. A young minister standing nearby blushed deeply and said, "Oh, brother, how could you say something that wasn’t true?" "Wasn’t true!" replied the old gentleman; "If she didn’t have a big hole in each of her stockings, I’d like to know how she puts them on."
465. A gentleman in the country having the misfortune to have his wife hang herself on an apple tree, a neighbour of his came to him and begged he would give him a scion of that tree, that he might graft it upon one in his own orchard; for who knows, said he, but it may bear the same fruit!
465. A man living in the countryside experienced the tragic event of his wife hanging herself from an apple tree. A neighbor approached him and asked if he could have a cutting from that tree to graft onto one in his own orchard, saying, "Who knows, maybe it will bear the same fruit!"
466. St. Evremond said, in defence of Cardinal Mazarine, when he was reproached with neglecting the good of the kingdom that he might engross the riches of it, Well, let him get all the riches, and then he will think of the good of the kingdom, for it will be all his own.
466. St. Evremond defended Cardinal Mazarine when people criticized him for putting his own wealth before the kingdom's welfare, saying, "Fine, let him amass all the riches, and then he'll consider the good of the kingdom because it will all belong to him."
467. The late Earl of S— kept an Irish footman, who, perhaps, was as expert in making bulls as the most learned of his countrymen. My lord having sent him one day with a present to a certain judge, the judge in return sent my lord half-a-dozen live partridges with a letter; the partridges fluttering in the basket upon Teague’s[96] back, as he was carrying them home, he set down the basket, and opened the lid of it to quiet them, whereupon they all flew away. Oh! the devil burn ye, said he, I am glad you are gone. But when he came home, and my lord had read the letter, Well, Teague, said my lord, I find there are half-a-dozen partridges in the letter. Arrah now, dear sir, said Teague, I am glad you have found them in the letter, for they are all lost out of the basket.
467. The late Earl of S— had an Irish footman who, maybe, was as skilled at making mistakes as the smartest of his countrymen. One day, my lord sent him with a gift to a certain judge, and in return, the judge sent my lord half a dozen live partridges along with a letter. As the partridges flapped around in the basket on Teague’s[96] back while he was bringing them home, he set down the basket and opened the lid to calm them, and all of them flew away. “Oh! Damn it, I’m glad you’re gone,” he exclaimed. But when he got home and my lord read the letter, he said, “Well, Teague, it seems there are half a dozen partridges mentioned in the letter.” “Oh now, dear sir,” Teague replied, “I’m glad you found them in the letter, because they’re all gone from the basket.”
468. The same nobleman going out one day, called Teague to the side of his chariot, and bade him tell Mr. Such-a-one, if he came, that he should be at home at dinner-time. But when my lord was got across the square in which he lived, Teague came puffing after him, and calling to the coachman to stop; upon which my lord, pulling the string, desired to know what Teague wanted; My lord, said he, you bade me tell Mr. Such-a-one, if he came, that you would dine at home; but what must I say if he don’t come?
468. One day, the same nobleman was heading out and called Teague over to his chariot, telling him to inform Mr. Such-and-such that he would be home for dinner. However, once my lord crossed the square where he lived, Teague came running after him, yelling at the coachman to stop. My lord, pulling the string, asked what Teague wanted. “My lord,” he said, “you asked me to tell Mr. Such-and-such, if he came, that you would be having dinner at home; but what should I say if he doesn’t come?”
469. A tailor’s boy being at church, heard it said that a remnant only should be saved. Egad, said the boy, then my master makes plaguy long remnants.
469. A tailor's apprentice was at church and heard it said that only a few would be saved. Wow, said the apprentice, then my boss makes really long leftovers.
470. The renowned Mr. Wh—n, the famous astronomer, had made a calculation that the world would be at an end in fifteen years, and some time after offered to dispose of an estate; he asked the gentleman who was about it, at the rate of thirty years purchase, upon which the gentleman, in great surprise, demanded how he could ask so many years purchase, when he very well knew the world would be at an end in half the time.
470. The well-known Mr. Wh—n, the famous astronomer, calculated that the world would end in fifteen years, and soon after, he offered to sell an estate. He asked the gentleman involved for a price based on thirty years’ worth, which led the gentleman to be very surprised and question how he could ask for such a long-term payment when he obviously knew the world was going to end in just half that time.
471. Some thievish fellows being at a tavern, they agreed amongst themselves to steal the silver cup that was brought up to them, and when they were going by the bar, You are welcome, gentlemen, kindly welcome, cried the landlord. Ah, said the fellow with the cup to himself, I wish we were well gone too.
471. A group of sneaky guys were hanging out at a bar, and they decided to steal the silver cup that was brought to them. As they passed by the bar, the landlord greeted them, "You are welcome, gentlemen, kindly welcome." The guy with the cup thought to himself, "I wish we could leave without any trouble."
472. A waterman belonging to the Tower, being put by one of the players into the upper gallery in Covent[97] Garden playhouse, the fellow, not being very sober, and falling asleep, tumbled into the pit; but having the old proverb on his side, received little or no hurt; and being told by some of his companions that he was now free of the house, he went to Mr. Rich (the then manager) to put in his claim, who very readily allowed it, with this proviso, that he should always go out the same way he had come in.
472. A waterman from the Tower, after being placed by one of the performers in the upper gallery of the Covent[97] Garden theater, fell asleep due to his inebriation and tumbled into the audience area. However, thanks to an old saying, he wasn't hurt much at all. When some of his friends told him he was now a permanent part of the venue, he went to Mr. Rich, the manager at the time, to make his claim. Mr. Rich happily agreed, with the condition that he always exit the same way he entered.
473. One told another, who did not use to be clothed over often, that his new coat was too short for him; That’s true, answered his friend, but it will be long enough before I get another.
473. One person told another, who wasn't used to wearing clothes very often, that his new coat was too short for him. "That's true," his friend replied, "but it will be long enough before I get another one."
474. A gentleman who was travelling in Italy, saw one day, as he passed along the road near Naples, a man standing up to his chin in a puddle of dirty water; not able to guess at the meaning of it, he cried out to him, What are you catching there, friend? Cold, replied the other, for I have to sing the bass part at the opera to-night. But suppose, said the gentleman, you catch your death. Why, then, said the other, the opera will be damned.
474. A man traveling in Italy saw one day, as he was walking along the road near Naples, a guy standing neck-deep in a puddle of dirty water. Unable to figure out what was going on, he shouted to him, "What are you catching there, friend?" "A cold," the other replied, "because I have to sing the bass part at the opera tonight." "But what if you get sick?" said the gentleman. "Well," the other answered, "then the opera will be ruined."
475. In the reign of Queen Anne, when it was said Lord Orford had got a number of peers made at once, to serve a particular turn, being met next day by Lord Wharton,—So, Robin, said he, I find what you lost by tricks you have gained by honours.
475. During Queen Anne's reign, it was rumored that Lord Orford had gotten a bunch of peers appointed all at once for a specific purpose. The next day, he ran into Lord Wharton, who said, "So, Robin, I see what you lost by tricks, you’ve now gained through honors."
476. A young gentleman who had stolen a ward, being in suit for her fortune, before a late lord chancellor, and the counsel insisting much on the equity of decreeing her a fortune for her maintenance, his lordship turned briskly upon him with this sentence, That since the suitor had stolen the flesh, he should get bread to it how he could.
476. A young man who had taken a ward, while arguing for her fortune before a recent lord chancellor, and the lawyers pushing hard for the fairness of granting her a fortune for her support, his lordship quickly responded with this statement: that since the suitor had stolen the flesh, he should find a way to provide for it.
477. A country fellow, who had served several years in the army abroad, when the war was over, coming home to his friends, was received amongst them with great rejoicing, and the miraculous stories related by him were heard with no small pleasure. Well, said the old father, and prythee Jack, what didst thou learn there?[98] Learn, sir, why I learnt to know that when I turned my shirt, the vermin had a day’s march to my skin again.
477. A country guy, who had spent several years in the army overseas, came back home to his friends after the war ended. They welcomed him with great joy, and the incredible stories he shared were listened to with much interest. Well, said the old man, and tell me, Jack, what did you learn there?[98] Learn, sir, I learned that when I turned my shirt inside out, the bugs had a whole day to march back to my skin again.
478. An Irish barrister had a client of his own country who was a sailor, and having been at sea for some time, his wife was married again in his absence, so he was resolved to prosecute her; and coming to advise with the counsellor, told him he must have witnesses to prove that he was alive when his wife married again. Arrah, by my shoul, but that shall be impossible, said the other, for my shipmates are all gone to sea again upon a long voyage, and shan’t return this twelve-month. Oh! then, answered the counsellor, there can be nothing done in it, and what a pity it is that such a brave cause should be lost now, only because you cannot prove yourself to be alive.
478. An Irish lawyer had a client from his own country who was a sailor. After being at sea for a while, his wife remarried while he was gone, so he decided to take legal action against her. When he went to consult the lawyer, he mentioned that he needed witnesses to prove he was alive when his wife got married again. "Well, by my soul, that's impossible," said the lawyer, "because my shipmates are all out at sea again on a long voyage and won't be back for a year." "Oh!" the lawyer replied, "then there's nothing we can do about it, and what a shame it is that such a strong case has to be lost just because you can't prove you're alive."
479. King Charles the First being prevailed upon by one of his courtiers to knight a very worthless fellow, of mean aspect, when he was going to lay the sword upon his shoulder the new knight drew a little back, and hung down his head as out of countenance; Don’t be ashamed, said the king, ’tis I have most reason to be so.
479. King Charles the First was convinced by one of his courtiers to knight a completely unworthy man who looked quite unimpressive. As the king was about to lay the sword on his shoulder, the new knight stepped back a bit and hung his head in embarrassment. "Don’t be ashamed," said the king, "it’s I who have the most reason to feel that way."
480. One said Sir John Cutler looked very dismally when night came on, not because it brought darkness with it, but because daylight saved him a candle.
480. Someone remarked that Sir John Cutler looked very gloomy when night fell, not because it brought darkness, but because daylight spared him the need for a candle.
481. A man was reproached by another with barbarity in beating his wife so severely as he often did; Go, you are a fool, and ignorant of the scriptures, said he, else you would know that it was a proof of my love for her, otherwise I would not be at the trouble; but he that the Lord loveth he chastizeth, and so do I.
481. A man was criticized by another for being brutal in how often he beat his wife. "You’re a fool and don’t understand the scriptures," he said, "or you’d realize this is actually a sign of my love for her; if it weren’t, I wouldn’t bother. The Lord disciplines those He loves, and that’s what I’m doing too."
482. An Irish soldier once returning from battle in the night, marching a little way behind his companion, called out to him, Hollo, Pat, I have catch’d a tartar! Bring him along then! Ay, but he won’t come. Why then come away without him. By Jasus, but he won’t let me!
482. An Irish soldier was coming back from battle at night, walking a short distance behind his friend, and called out, "Hey, Pat, I’ve caught a tough one!" "Bring him along then!" "Yeah, but he won’t come." "Well then, just leave him behind." "By Jesus, he won’t let me!"
483. A very harmless Irishman, eating an apple-pie with some quinces in it, Arrah now, dear honey, said he,[99] if a few of these quinces give such a flavour, how would an apple-pie taste made all of quinces?
483. A very gentle Irishman, eating an apple pie with some quinces in it, said, "Now, dear honey, if just a few of these quinces give such a flavor, how would an apple pie made entirely of quinces taste?"[99]
484. The late duke of Wharton, going through Holborn in a hackney coach, with Phil. F—, saw a fellow drumming before the door of a puppet-show; Now, this is a pretty employment, Phil., said the duke; if you were reduced so low, that you were obliged to be either a highwayman or drummer to a puppet-show, which would you choose? Faith, my lord, answered Phil., I would be the highwayman rather than the other. Ay, replied the duke, that confirms the opinion I always had of you, that you have more pride than honesty.
484. The late Duke of Wharton was passing through Holborn in a hackney coach with Phil. F— when they saw a guy drumming in front of a puppet show. “Now, this is a nice job,” said the duke to Phil. “If you were in such a bad spot that you had to choose between being a highwayman or a drummer for a puppet show, which would you pick?” “Honestly, my lord,” Phil replied, “I’d rather be the highwayman than the other.” “Ah,” said the duke, “that confirms what I’ve always thought about you—that you have more pride than honesty.”
485. Sir T. P. once in parliament brought in a bill that wanted some amendment, which being not attended to by the house, he frequently repeated that he thirsted to mend his bill. Upon which a worthy member got up, and said, Mr. Speaker, I humbly move, since the honourable member thirsts so very much, that he may be allowed to mend his draught. This put the house in such a good humour, that his request was granted.
485. Sir T. P. once introduced a bill in parliament that needed some changes, and since the house didn’t pay attention to it, he often expressed that he really wanted to improve his bill. At that point, a respected member stood up and said, “Mr. Speaker, I respectfully propose that since the honorable member is so eager, he should be allowed to fix his draft.” This made everyone in the house laugh, and his request was approved.
486. An English gentleman asked Sir Richard Steele, who was an Irishman, What was the reason that his countrymen were so remarkable for blundering and making bulls? Faith, said the knight, I believe there is something in the air of Ireland; and I dare say, if an Englishman was born there he would do the same.
486. An English gentleman asked Sir Richard Steele, who was Irish, why his countrymen were known for their blunders and mistakes. "Honestly," said the knight, "I think there's something about the air in Ireland; and I bet if an Englishman was born there, he would be the same."
487. A gentleman who was a staunch Whig, disputing with a Jacobite, said, he had two good reasons for being against the interest of the pretender: What are those? said the other. The first, replied he, is, that he is an impostor, not really King James’s son: Why, that, said the Tory, would be a good reason, if it could be proved. And, pray, sir, what is your other? Why, said the Whig, that he is King James’s son.
487. A gentleman who was a strong Whig was arguing with a Jacobite and said he had two good reasons for opposing the pretender's interests. "What are those?" the Jacobite asked. The Whig replied, "The first is that he’s a fraud and not actually King James's son." The Tory responded, "Well, that would be a good reason if it could be proven. And what’s your other reason?" The Whig said, "That he is King James's son."
488. Although the infirmities of nature are not proper subjects to be made a jest of, yet when people take a great deal of pains to conceal what everybody sees, there is nothing more ridiculous: of this sort was old Cross[100] the player, who, being very deaf, did not care anybody should know it. Honest Joe Miller going with a friend one day along Fleet Street, and seeing old Cross on the other side of the way, told his acquaintance he should see some sport; so beckoning to Cross with his finger, and stretching open his mouth as wide as he could, as if he hallooed to him, though he said nothing, the old fellow came puffing from the other side of the way; What the deuce, said he, do you make such a noise for? do you think one can’t hear?
488. While the weaknesses of human nature shouldn't be mocked, it's pretty ridiculous when people go to great lengths to hide what everyone can see. This was the case with old Cross[100], the actor, who was very deaf but didn't want anyone to know. One day, Honest Joe Miller was walking with a friend along Fleet Street, spotted old Cross across the street, and told his friend he was about to see something funny. He waved at Cross with his finger and opened his mouth as wide as he could, like he was shouting, even though he didn't say anything. The old guy came puffing over from across the street and shouted, "What the heck are you making all that noise for? Do you think I can’t hear?"
489. There is in Rome a certain broken statue called Pasquin, to which, in the night time, people affix the libels they dare not own; a kind of dumb satire on the vices of the grandees, not sparing even the Pope himself, as may be seen by the following story:—A late Pope, being descended from a very mean family, on his advancement to the holy see, bestowed great preferment on most of his poor relations; whereupon Pasquin, on the next great festival, early in the morning, was observed to have an extremely dirty shirt on, with a scroll of paper in his hand, whereon was written, How now, Pasquin? What! so dirty upon a holiday? and under that his answer: Alas! I have no clean linen, my washerwoman is made a princess.
489. In Rome, there's a famous broken statue called Pasquin, to which people attach anonymous pamphlets at night that they don't want to take credit for; it's a kind of silent satire on the faults of the powerful, including the Pope himself, as shown by the following story: A recent Pope, who came from a very humble background, gave significant positions to many of his poor relatives after he rose to the papacy. So, on the next major festival, Pasquin was seen wearing an extremely dirty shirt early in the morning, holding a piece of paper that read, "What’s going on, Pasquin? Why so dirty on a holiday?" Below that was his response: "Alas! I have no clean laundry; my washerwoman has become a princess."
490. An Irishman and an Englishman falling out, the Hibernian told him if he did not hold his tongue, he would break his impenetrable head and let the brains out of his empty skull!
490. An Irishman and an Englishman got into an argument, and the Irishman told him that if he didn't shut up, he would smash his thick skull and spill the brains out of his empty head!
491. Rogers, when a certain M.P. wrote a review of his poems, and said he wrote very well for a banker, wrote in return, the following:
491. Rogers, when a certain M.P. wrote a review of his poems and said he wrote quite well for a banker, replied with the following:
492. A prisoner being brought up to Bow Street, the following dialogue passed between him and the sitting magistrate:—How do you live? Pretty well, sir, generally a joint and pudding at dinner. I mean, sir, how do you get your bread? I beg your worship’s pardon;[101] sometimes at the baker’s, and sometimes at the chandler’s shop. You may be as witty as you please, sir; but I mean simply to ask you how do you do? Tolerably well, I thank your worship: I hope your worship is well.
492. A prisoner was brought to Bow Street, and this conversation happened between him and the magistrate:—How do you live? Pretty well, sir, usually have a roast and pudding for dinner. I mean, sir, how do you make a living? I beg your pardon, your honor; sometimes from the bakery, and sometimes from the grocery store. You can be as clever as you want, sir; but I just want to ask how you’re doing? Not too bad, thank you, your honor: I hope you’re doing well.
493. When Citizen Thelwall was on his trial at the Old Bailey for high treason, during the evidence for the prosecution, he wrote the following note, and sent it to his counsel, Mr. Erskine: I am determined to plead my cause myself. Mr. Erskine wrote under it: If you do you’ll be hanged;—to which Thelwall immediately returned this reply: I’ll be hanged if I do.
493. When Citizen Thelwall was on trial at the Old Bailey for high treason, during the prosecution's evidence, he wrote the following note and sent it to his lawyer, Mr. Erskine: I’m set on defending myself. Mr. Erskine wrote underneath: If you do, you’ll be hanged;—to which Thelwall immediately replied: I’ll be hanged if I do.
494. Chateauneuf, keeper of the seals under Louis XIII. when a boy of only nine years old, was asked many questions by a bishop, and gave very prompt answers to them all. At length the prelate said, I will give you an orange if you will tell me where God is? My lord, replied the boy, I will give you two if you will tell me where He is not.
494. Chateauneuf, the keeper of the seals under Louis XIII, was just nine years old when a bishop asked him a bunch of questions, and he answered them all quickly. Finally, the bishop said, "I'll give you an orange if you tell me where God is." The boy replied, "I'll give you two oranges if you tell me where He isn't."
495. A Mr. Johnstone having been lost in the dreadful conflagration of the Theatre Royal Covent Garden, Mr. John Johnstone, of Drury Lane, received a letter from an Irish friend, requesting to know, by the return of post, if it was he that was really burned or not.
495. A Mr. Johnstone had been lost in the terrible fire at the Theatre Royal Covent Garden. Mr. John Johnstone, of Drury Lane, got a letter from an Irish friend asking if it was really him who had been burned or not.
496. A gentleman who lived in Great Turnstile, Holborn, being the subject of conversation in a party, a person inquired where he lived, if he had a large house, kept a good table, &c. Oh! yes, answered another, he lives in the greatest stile in Holborn.
496. A man who lived in Great Turnstile, Holborn, became the topic of conversation at a gathering. Someone asked where he lived, if he had a big house, hosted nice meals, etc. Oh! yes, another person replied, he lives in the finest style in Holborn.
497. Gentleman and ladies,—said the facetious Beau Nash, the then master of the ceremonies for Bath, introducing a most lovely woman into the ball-room,—this is Mrs. Hobson. I have often heard of Hobson’s choice, but never had the pleasure to view it until now, and you must coincide with me that it reflects credit on his taste.
497. Ladies and gentlemen, said the witty Beau Nash, the master of ceremonies for Bath at the time, as he introduced a stunning woman into the ballroom, this is Mrs. Hobson. I've often heard of Hobson's choice, but I've never had the pleasure of seeing it until now, and you all have to agree with me that it speaks well of his taste.
498. A gentleman on circuit narrating to Lord Norbury some extravagant feat in sporting, mentioned that he had lately shot thirty-three hares before breakfast.[102] Thirty-three hairs! exclaimed his lordship; Zounds, sir! then you must have been firing at a wig.
498. A gentleman on circuit was telling Lord Norbury about some outrageous sporting achievement and mentioned that he had recently shot thirty-three hares before breakfast.[102] "Thirty-three hares!" exclaimed his lordship. "Wow, sir! You must have been shooting at a wig."
499. During Lord Townshend’s residence in Dublin, as viceroy, he often went in disguise through the city. He had heard much of the wit of a shoeblack, known by the name of Blind Peter, whose stand was always at the Globe Coffee-house door; having found him out, he stopped to get his boots cleaned; which was no sooner done than his lordship asked Peter to give him change for a guinea. A guinea! your honour, said the ragged wit, change for a guinea from me! Sir, you may as well ask a Highlander for a knee-buckle. His lordship was so well pleased, that he left him the gold.
499. While Lord Townshend was living in Dublin as the viceroy, he often went around the city in disguise. He had heard a lot about the cleverness of a shoeblack known as Blind Peter, who always set up his stand at the Globe Coffee-house door. Once he found Peter, he stopped to get his boots cleaned. As soon as that was done, his lordship asked Peter if he could change a guinea. “A guinea!” the scruffy comedian replied, “Change for a guinea from me? Sir, you might as well ask a Highlander for a knee-buckle.” His lordship was so amused that he left him the gold.
500. A late nobleman, who was very avaricious, was upon the same good terms with his lady as the elements of water and lightning when they encounter in the atmosphere. I am of opinion, my lord, said her ladyship, that you would marry the devil’s daughter, after my decease, if her dowry were equal to your expectations. That is impossible, my lady, replied the earl, for it is contrary to the law of England to marry two sisters.
500. A late nobleman, who was very greedy, got along with his wife like water and lightning when they meet in the atmosphere. I believe, my lord, said her ladyship, that you would marry the devil’s daughter after I’m gone if her dowry met your expectations. That’s impossible, my lady, replied the earl, because it’s against the law in England to marry two sisters.
501. A gentleman staying late one night at the tavern, his wife sent his servant for him about twelve. John, said he, go home and tell your mistress it can be no more. The man returned, by his mistress’s order, again at one, the answer then was, it could be no less. But, sir, said the man, day has broke. With all my heart, replied the master, he owes me nothing. But the sun is up, sir. And so he ought to be, John, ought he not? He has farther to go than we have, I am sure.
501. A guy was hanging out late at the bar one night when his wife sent his servant to get him around midnight. "John," he said, "go home and tell your wife it can't go on like this." The servant came back, at his wife’s request, again at one. The reply was that it couldn't be any less. But, sir, the man said, it’s already morning. "I don’t care," replied the man, "he owes me nothing." "But the sun is up, sir." "And so it should be, John, shouldn't it? He has a longer way to go than we do, that's for sure."
502. A noisy talkative spark, who had a handsome place in the king’s revenue, more than he merited, was holding an argument one day with a gentleman, at a public coffee-house; the controversy turned upon some point of government, and his antagonist, who had somewhat galled him by the strength of his argument, referred him to such a place in history, where he would find how much he was mistaken in the dispute. Phoo, said said he, d’ye think I have no other business but to read[103] histories? Faith, said the other, ’tis pity you had, till you had read a little more.
502. A noisy, talkative guy, who had a good position in the king’s revenue that he didn’t really deserve, was having a debate one day with a gentleman at a coffee shop. The argument was about some aspect of government, and his opponent, who had gotten under his skin with a strong point, directed him to a historical source where he could see just how wrong he was in the debate. “Please,” he replied, “do you think I have nothing better to do than read histories?” “Honestly,” said the other, “it’s a shame you don’t, until you’ve read a bit more.”
503. Susan, a country girl, desirous of matrimony, received from her mistress a present of a 5l. bank note for her marriage portion. Her mistress wished to see the object of Susan’s favour; and a very diminutive fellow, swarthy as a Moor, and ugly as an ape, made his appearance. Ah, Susan, said her mistress, what a strange choice you have made! La, ma’am, said Susan, in such hard times as these, when almost all the tall fellows are gone for soldiers, what more of a man than this can you expect for a 5l. note?
503. Susan, a country girl looking to get married, received a £5 banknote from her employer as a wedding gift. Her employer wanted to meet the man Susan was interested in, and a very short guy, dark as a Moor and as ugly as an ape, showed up. "Oh, Susan," said her employer, "what a strange choice you’ve made!" "Well, ma’am," replied Susan, "in these tough times, when almost all the tall guys have gone off to be soldiers, what more can you expect for a £5 note?"
504. There happened, when Swift was at Larcone in Ireland, the sale of a farm and stock, the farmer being dead. Swift chanced to walk past during the auction, just as a pen of poultry had been put up. Roger (Swift’s clerk) bid for them, but was overbid by a farmer of the name of Hatch. What, Roger, won’t you buy the poultry? exclaimed Swift. No, sir, said Roger, I see they are just a going to Hatch.
504. While Swift was in Larcone, Ireland, a farm and its livestock were being sold after the farmer passed away. Swift happened to walk by during the auction, right as a group of poultry was being auctioned. Roger (Swift’s clerk) placed a bid for them, but was outbid by a farmer named Hatch. “What, Roger, aren’t you going to buy the poultry?” Swift exclaimed. “No, sir,” replied Roger, “I can see they’re about to go to Hatch.”
505. In a debate on the leather tax, in 1795, in the Irish House of Commons, the Chancellor of the Exchequer (Sir John P——) observed, with great emphasis, That, in the prosecution of the present war, every man ought to give his last guinea to protect the remainder. Mr. Vaudelure said, that however that might be, the tax on leather would be severely felt by the barefooted peasantry of Ireland. To which Sir Boyle Roache replied, that this could be easily remedied, by making the under-leathers of wood.
505. During a debate on the leather tax in 1795, in the Irish House of Commons, the Chancellor of the Exchequer (Sir John P——) emphasized that, in the ongoing war, everyone should give their last guinea to protect what they have left. Mr. Vaudelure pointed out that, regardless of that, the tax on leather would heavily impact the barefooted peasants of Ireland. Sir Boyle Roache responded that this could be easily fixed by using wood for the under-leathers.
506. Lieutenant Connolly, an Irishman in the service of the United States, during the American war, chanced to take three Hessian prisoners himself, without any assistance. Being asked by the commander in chief how he had taken them? I surrounded them, was the answer.
506. Lieutenant Connolly, an Irishman serving in the United States Army during the American war, happened to capture three Hessian prisoners on his own, without any help. When the commander in chief asked him how he managed to take them, he replied, "I surrounded them."
507. A seedsman being held to bail for having used inflammatory language respecting the reform bill, a wag observed, It was probably in the line of his profession—to promote business, he wished to sow sedition.
507. A seedsman was required to post bail for using inflammatory language about the reform bill. A jokester remarked, "It was likely part of his job—he wanted to stir up trouble to boost his business."
508. When Quin and Garrick performed at the same theatre, and in the same play, the night being very stormy, each ordered a chair. To the mortification of Quin, Mr. Garrick’s chair came up first. Let me get into the chair, cried the surly veteran—let me get into the chair, and put little Davy into the lantern. By all means, said Garrick; I shall ever be happy to give Mr. Quin light in anything.
508. When Quin and Garrick performed at the same theater and in the same play on a very stormy night, they each ordered a chair. To Quin's annoyance, Garrick's chair arrived first. "Let me get into the chair," shouted the grumpy veteran—"let me get into the chair, and put little Davy in the lantern." "Of course," said Garrick; "I’ll always be happy to shine a light for Mr. Quin in anything."
509. The late Richard Russel, esq. had a renter’s share at Drury Lane, where he used to go almost every evening; and, notwithstanding his immense fortune, his penury was so great, that rather than give a trifle to any of the women who attended in the lobby-box to take care of his great coat on an evening, he used constantly to pledge it for a shilling, at a pawnbroker’s near the theatre, and redeem it when the performance was over, which cost him one halfpenny interest.
509. The late Richard Russel, Esq. owned a rental share at Drury Lane, where he would go almost every evening; and despite his enormous wealth, he was so stingy that rather than give a small amount to any of the women in the lobby who helped take care of his great coat, he would regularly pawn it for a shilling at a nearby pawn shop, and then redeem it after the show, which cost him a halfpenny in interest.
510. A mountebank, expatiating on the virtues of his drawing salve, and reciting many instances of its success, was interrupted by an old woman, who asserted, rather iron-ically, that she had seen it draw out of a door four rusty tenpenny nails, that defied the united efforts of two of the strongest blacksmiths, with their hammers and pincers.
510. A con artist, going on about the benefits of his drawing salve and sharing numerous success stories, was interrupted by an old woman who wryly claimed that she had seen it pull four rusty tenpenny nails out of a door, which had resisted the combined efforts of two of the strongest blacksmiths with their hammers and pliers.
511. At the close of that season in which Shuter, the comedian, first became so universally and deservedly celebrated in his Master Stephen, in the revived comedy of Every Man in his Humour, he was engaged for a few nights, in a principal city in the north of England. It happened that the coach in which he went down (and in which there was only an old gentleman and himself) was stopped on the other side of Finchley Common by a highwayman. The old gentleman, in order to save his own money, pretended to be asleep; but Shuter resolved to be even with him. Accordingly, when the highwayman presented his pistol, and commanded Shuter to deliver his money instantly, or he was a dead man—Money! returned he, with an idiotic shrug, and a countenance inexpressibly vacant; Oh! Lord, sir, they never trusts me with any; for[105] nuncle here always pays for me, turnpikes and all, your honour! Upon which the highwayman giving him a few curses for his stupidity, complimented the old gentleman with a smart slap on the face to awaken him, and robbed him of every shiling; while Shuter, who did not lose a single farthing, with great satisfaction and merriment, pursued his journey, laughing heartily at his fellow-traveller.
511. At the end of the season when Shuter, the comedian, first became so widely and deservedly famous for his role as Master Stephen in the revived play Every Man in his Humour, he was booked for a few nights in a major city in northern England. It turned out that the coach he was taking (which only had himself and an older gentleman) was stopped on the other side of Finchley Common by a highway robber. The older gentleman, trying to save his own money, pretended to be asleep; but Shuter decided to get back at him. So when the highwayman pointed his pistol and ordered Shuter to hand over his money immediately or he'd be a dead man—“Money!” Shuter replied with a silly shrug and an utterly blank expression, “Oh! Lord, sir, they never trust me with any; for uncle here always pays for me, turnpikes and all, your honor!” At this, the highwayman cursed him for his foolishness, gave the older gentleman a sharp slap to wake him up, and robbed him of every shilling while Shuter, who didn’t lose a single penny, continued on his journey, laughing heartily at his fellow traveler.
512. This excellent comedian was once in disgrace with the audience, in consequence of irregularities:—they demanded an apology. Shuter was somewhat tardy; and a lady was going on with her part; but the audience called out, Shuter! Shuter!—the arch comedian peeped from behind the curtain, and said, Pray do not shoot her; the lady is innocent, the fault is entirely my own. This put the house in good humour, and Shuter was received with applause.
512. This great comedian was once in trouble with the audience because of some misbehavior:—they wanted an apology. Shuter was a bit slow to respond; meanwhile, a lady was continuing with her performance, but the audience started shouting, Shuter! Shuter!—the clever comedian peeked out from behind the curtain and said, Please don’t blame her; she’s innocent, the fault is all mine. This made the audience laugh, and Shuter was greeted with applause.
513. Two sailors, the one Irish, the other English, agreed reciprocally to take care of each other, in case of either being wounded in an action then about to commence. It was not long before the Englishman’s leg was shot off by a cannon-ball; and on asking Paddy to carry him to the doctor according to their agreement, the other very readily complied; but had scarcely got his wounded companion on his back when a second ball struck off the poor fellow’s head. Paddy, through the noise and bustle, had not perceived his friend’s last misfortune, but continued to make the best of his way to the surgeon. An officer observing him with the headless trunk, asked him where he was going? To the doctor, said Paddy. To the doctor! said the officer, why, blockhead, the man has lost his head. On hearing this, he flung the body from his shoulders, and looking at it very attentively, By my shoul, said he, he told me it was his leg, but I was a fool to believe him, for he was always a great liar.
513. Two sailors, one Irish and the other English, agreed to look out for each other in case one of them got wounded in the action that was about to start. It wasn’t long before the Englishman had his leg blown off by a cannonball. When he asked Paddy to carry him to the doctor as they had agreed, Paddy immediately agreed. But just as he got his wounded friend on his back, a second cannonball struck and took off the poor guy’s head. Through all the noise and chaos, Paddy didn’t notice that his friend was now headless, and he kept trying to get to the surgeon. An officer saw him walking with the headless body and asked where he was going. “To the doctor,” Paddy replied. “To the doctor!” said the officer, “You fool, the man has lost his head!” Upon hearing this, he dropped the body from his shoulders and looked at it closely. “By my soul,” he said, “he told me it was his leg, but I was a fool for believing him, because he was always a big liar.”
514. C. Bannister employed his tailor to make him a pair of small-clothes, and sent him an old pair as a pattern. When the new ones came home, Charles complained that there was no fob. I didn’t think you wanted[106] one, said Snip, since I found the duplicate of your watch in the old pocket!
514. C. Bannister asked his tailor to make him a pair of pants and sent him an old pair as a reference. When the new ones arrived, Charles complained that there was no fob pocket. "I didn’t think you wanted one," said Snip, "since I found the duplicate of your watch in the old pocket!"
515. What’s the matter? inquired a passer-by, observing a crowd collected around a black fellow, whom an officer was attempting to secure, to put on board an outward-bound whale ship, from which he had deserted. Matter! matter enough, (exclaimed the delinquent,) pressing a poor negro to get oil.
515. What's going on? asked someone passing by, noticing a crowd gathered around a black man whom an officer was trying to detain and put on a whale ship leaving the port, from which he had deserted. What's the matter! There’s plenty of matter, (the man shouted,) forcing a poor black man to get oil.
516. In a small party, the subject turning on matrimony, a lady said to her sister, I wonder, my dear, you have never made a match, I think you want the brimstone. To which she replied, No, not the brimstone, only the spark.
516. At a small gathering, the topic of marriage came up, and one lady said to her sister, "I wonder, my dear, you’ve never set anyone up; I think you need a little fire." To which she replied, "No, not fire, just a spark."
517. A mischievous English rider, who happened to sleep at an inn with an Irishman, whose naked leg was hanging over the bed, wantonly buckled a spur round his ancle. In tossing about in his slumbers, Pat drew his foot across the other leg, and mangled it most cruelly. On discovering his situation, he knocked up the bootjack-boy, and swore at him for an awkward scoundrel, for taking off his boots and letting a spur remain on.
517. A playful English rider, who happened to stay at an inn with an Irishman, noticed the Irishman’s bare leg hanging off the bed and mischievously buckled a spur around his ankle. While tossing and turning in his sleep, Pat accidentally dragged his foot across the other leg and injured it badly. When he realized what happened, he woke up the bootjack boy and yelled at him for being clumsy, blaming him for taking off his boots and leaving the spur on.
518. An Irish clergyman having gone to visit the portraits of the Scottish kings in Holyrood House, observed one of the monarchs of a very youthful appearance, while his son was depicted with a long beard, and wore the traits of extreme old age. Sancta Maria, exclaimed the good Hibernian, is it possible that this gentleman was an old man when his father was born!
518. An Irish priest went to see the portraits of the Scottish kings in Holyrood House and noticed one of the kings looked very young, while his son was shown with a long beard and had signs of being very old. "Holy Mary," exclaimed the good Irishman, "is it possible that this guy was an old man when his father was born!"
519. Mr. Watson, uncle to the late Marquis of Rockingham, a man of immense fortune, finding himself at the point of death, desired a friend who was present, to open him a drawer, in which was an old shirt, that he might put it on. Being asked why he would wish to change his linen when he was so ill, he replied, Because I am told that the shirt I die in must be the nurse’s perquisite, and that is good enough for her!—This was as bad as the old woman, who, with her last breath, blew out an inch of candle, Because, said she, I can see to die in the dark!
519. Mr. Watson, the uncle of the late Marquis of Rockingham, a very wealthy man, found himself at death’s door. He asked a friend who was there to open a drawer for him, in which there was an old shirt, so he could put it on. When asked why he wanted to change his shirt when he was so sick, he replied, “Because I’ve heard that the shirt I die in becomes the nurse’s property, and that’s good enough for her!”—This was just as ridiculous as the old woman who, with her last breath, blew out an inch of candle, saying, “Because I want to see to die in the dark!”
520. An officer had the misfortune to be severely[107] wounded in an engagement. As he lay on the field, an unfortunate near him, who was also badly wounded, gave vent to his agony in dreadful howls, which so irritated the officer, who bore his own suffering in silence, that he exclaimed, What do you make such a noise for? Do you think nobody is killed but yourself?
520. An officer was unfortunate enough to be badly wounded in a battle. As he lay on the field, a nearby soldier, who was also severely injured, let out horrible cries of pain. This irritated the officer, who was enduring his own suffering quietly, so much that he shouted, "Why are you making such a noise? Do you think you're the only one who's been hurt?"
521. The love of long christian names by the Spaniards has frequently been an object of ridicule. A Spaniard on his travels arrived in the night at a little village in France, in which there was but one hotel. As it was almost midnight, he knocked at the door a long while without hearing any one stir. At length the host putting his head out of his chamber window, asked who was there? The Spaniard replied, Don Juan Pedro Hernandez Rodriguez Alvarez de Villa-nova, Count de Malafra, Cavallero de Santiago de Alcantara. Mercy on me! said the host, as he shut the window, I have but two spare beds, and you ask me lodging for a score!
521. The Spaniards' love for long Christian names has often been the subject of mockery. A Spaniard traveling one night arrived in a small village in France that had only one hotel. Since it was nearly midnight, he knocked on the door for a long time without anyone responding. Finally, the innkeeper leaned out of his window and asked who was there. The Spaniard replied, "Don Juan Pedro Hernandez Rodriguez Alvarez de Villanova, Count de Malafra, Cavallero de Santiago de Alcantara." "Goodness!" exclaimed the innkeeper as he closed the window, "I only have two spare beds, and you’re asking for accommodations for a whole crowd!"
522. A gentleman, of the name of Pepper, having informed a noble amateur in the sports of the field, that he had a very hot and lively horse, which had flung him in the course of a chase on the preceding day, a conversation ensued on the qualities of the animal. In reply to a question as to the name of the horse, the gentleman stated that he had not yet given it one, and was at a loss what to call him. A name, a name, said Lord N., why, sir, you should call him Peppercaster.
522. A man named Pepper told a noble sports enthusiast that he had a very energetic horse that had thrown him off during a hunt the day before. This sparked a conversation about the horse's qualities. When asked what the horse's name was, Pepper admitted he hadn't named it yet and was unsure what to call it. "A name, a name!" said Lord N. "Well, you should name him Peppercaster."
523. A wag passing through a country town, observed a fellow placed in the stocks. My friend, said he, I advise you by all means to sell out. I should have no objection, your honour, he replied drily, but at present they seem much too low.
523. A jokester passing through a small town saw someone in the stocks. "My friend," he said, "I strongly advise you to sell." "I wouldn't mind," he replied dryly, "but right now, it seems like the prices are way too low."
524. Two Irishmen about to be hanged during the rebellion of 1798, the gallows was erected over the margin of a river. When the first man was drawn up, the rope gave way, he fell into the stream, and escaped by swimming. The remaining culprit, looking up to the executioner, said, with genuine native simplicity, and an earnestness that evinced his sincerity, Do, good Mr. Ketch,[108] if you please, tie me up tight, for, if the rope breaks, I’m sure to be drowned, for I can’t swim a stroke.
524. Two Irishmen were about to be hanged during the rebellion of 1798, and the gallows was set up by the edge of a river. When the first man was raised, the rope broke, and he fell into the water but managed to escape by swimming. The other man, looking up at the executioner, said with sincere simplicity and a seriousness that showed he meant it, “Please, good Mr. Ketch, tie me up tight, because if the rope breaks, I’m sure to drown since I can’t swim at all.”
525. A country justice of the peace, when upwards of seventy years of age, married a girl about nineteen, and being well aware that he was likely to be rallied on the subject, he resolved to be prepared. Accordingly, when any of his intimate friends called upon him, after the first salutations were passed, he was sure to begin the conversation, by saying, he believed he could tell them news. Why, said he, I have married my tailor’s daughter. If he was asked why he did so? the old gentleman replied, Why, the father suited me so well for forty years past, that I thought the daughter might suit me for forty years to come.
525. A country justice of the peace, over seventy years old, married a girl who was about nineteen. Knowing he’d likely get teased about it, he decided to be ready. So, whenever his close friends visited him, after the initial greetings, he would always start the conversation by saying he had some news. "Guess what," he’d say, "I married my tailor’s daughter." If anyone asked why he did that, he would reply, "Well, the father has suited me so well for forty years, so I thought the daughter might suit me for another forty years."
526. Sheridan inquiring of his son what side of politics he should espouse on his inauguration to St. Stephen’s Chapel; the son replied, that he intended to vote for those who offered best, and that in consequence he should wear on his forehead a label, ‘To let.’ To which the facetious critic rejoined, I suppose, Tom, you mean to add, ‘unfurnished’?
526. Sheridan asking his son which political side he should support on his inauguration to St. Stephen’s Chapel; the son replied that he planned to vote for whoever offered the best deal, and as a result, he would wear a label on his forehead saying, ‘To let.’ To which the witty critic replied, I guess, Tom, you mean to add, ‘unfurnished’?
527. A certain person asking a merry Andrew, why he played the fool? For the same reason, said he, that you do, out of want—you do it for want of wit, and I do it for want of money.
527. A certain person asked a clown why he acted foolishly. The clown replied, “For the same reason you do, out of necessity—you do it because you lack intelligence, and I do it because I lack money.”
528. David Garrick was once on a visit at Mr. Rigby’s seat, Mistley Hall, Essex, when Dr. Gough formed one of the party. Observing the potent appetite of the learned doctor, Garrick indulged in some coarse jests on the occasion, to the great amusement of the company, the doctor excepted; who, when the laugh had subsided, thus addressed the party:—Gentlemen, you must doubtless suppose from the extreme familiarity with which Mr. Garrick has thought fit to treat me, that I am an acquaintance of his; but I can assure you that, till I met him here, I never saw him but once before, and then I paid five shillings for the sight. Roscius was silent.
528. David Garrick was once visiting Mr. Rigby’s place, Mistley Hall, in Essex, when Dr. Gough was part of the group. Noticing the doctor’s huge appetite, Garrick made some crude jokes about it, which really entertained everyone except the doctor. Once the laughter died down, he addressed the group: “Gentlemen, you might assume from the way Mr. Garrick has jokingly treated me that we’re well acquainted, but I assure you that before meeting him here, I’d only seen him once before—and I paid five shillings for that.” Roscius was silent.
529. Mr. Carbonel, the wine-merchant who served[109] George the Third, was a great favourite with the king, and used to be admitted to the royal hunts. Returning from the chase one day, his majesty entered affably into conversation with him, and they rode side by side a considerable way. Lord Walsingham was in attendance; and watching an opportunity, took Mr. Carbonel aside, and whispered something to him. What’s that? what’s that Walsingham has been saying to you? inquired the good-humoured monarch. I find, sir, I have been unintentionally guilty of disrespect; my lord informed me that I ought to have taken off my hat whenever I addressed your majesty; but your majesty will please to observe, that whenever I hunt, my hat is fastened to my wig, and my wig is fastened to my head, and I am on the back of a very high-spirited horse, so that if anything goes off, we must all go off together! The king laughed heartily at the whimsical apology.
529. Mr. Carbonel, the wine merchant who served[109] King George III, was a favorite of the monarch and often joined the royal hunts. One day, after a hunt, the king friendly chatted with him as they rode side by side for quite a distance. Lord Walsingham was present; and seizing a moment, he pulled Mr. Carbonel aside and whispered something to him. "What’s that? What did Walsingham just say to you?" asked the good-humored king. "I realize, sir, that I have unintentionally disrespected you; my lord just informed me that I should have taken off my hat whenever I spoke to your majesty. However, you see, when I hunt, my hat is attached to my wig, and my wig is fastened to my head. With me on a very spirited horse, if anything comes off, we all go off together!" The king laughed heartily at the amusing excuse.
530. In the campaign of 1812, a distinguished officer of the French army was severely wounded in the leg. The surgeons on consulting, declared that amputation was indispensable. The general received the intelligence with much composure. Among the persons who surrounded him, he observed his valet-de-chambre, who showed by his profound grief the deep share which he took in the melancholy accident. Why do you weep, Germain? said his master, smiling to him. It is a fortunate thing for you: you will have only one boot to clean in future.
530. During the 1812 campaign, a notable officer in the French army suffered a severe leg wound. After consulting, the surgeons decided that amputation was necessary. The general took the news with remarkable calmness. Among those around him, he noticed his valet, who was visibly upset, showing how deeply affected he was by the unfortunate event. "Why are you crying, Germain?" his master asked with a smile. "This is actually good news for you; you'll only have one boot to polish from now on."
531. So ungrateful was the sound of ‘Wilkes and No. 45’ (the famous number of the ‘North Briton’) deemed to be to a high personage, that about 1772, a Prince of the Blood (George IV.) then a mere boy, having been chid for some boyish fault, and wishing to take his boyish revenge, is related to have done so by stealing to the king’s apartments, and shouting at the door, ‘Wilkes and 45 for ever!’ and running away. It is hardly necessary to add, (for who knows not the domestic amiableness of George III.?) that his majesty laughed at the thing with his accustomed good humour.
531. The phrase ‘Wilkes and No. 45’ (the famous number of the ‘North Briton’) was considered so disrespectful to a high figure that around 1772, a young Prince (George IV.), still just a boy, after being scolded for some childish mischief, reportedly took his youthful revenge by sneaking into the king’s quarters and shouting at the door, ‘Wilkes and 45 forever!’ before running off. It’s hardly necessary to mention (since who doesn’t know about George III.’s friendly nature?) that the king laughed at the incident with his usual good humor.
532. Admiral Lord Howe, when a captain, was once hastily awakened in the middle of the night by the lieutenant of the watch, who informed him with great agitation, that the ship was on fire near the magazine. If that be the case, said he, rising leisurely to put on his clothes, we shall soon know it. The lieutenant flew back to the scene of danger, and almost instantly returning, exclaimed, You need not, sir, be afraid, the fire is extinguished. Afraid! exclaimed Howe, what do you mean by that, sir? I never was afraid in my life; and looking the lieutenant full in the face, he added, Pray how does a man feel, sir, when he is afraid? I need not ask how he looks.
532. Admiral Lord Howe, when he was a captain, was once suddenly woken up in the middle of the night by the lieutenant on watch, who told him, with great panic, that the ship was on fire near the magazine. "If that's the case," he said, casually getting up to get dressed, "we'll find out soon enough." The lieutenant rushed back to the danger zone and quickly returned, shouting, "You don't need to worry, sir, the fire is out." "Worry?" exclaimed Howe, "What do you mean by that, sir? I've never been afraid in my life." Looking the lieutenant straight in the eye, he added, "How does a man feel, sir, when he's afraid? I don't need to ask how he looks."
533. The late Councillor Caldbeck, of the Irish bar, who drudged in his profession till he was near eighty, being a king’s counsel, frequently went circuit, as judge of assize when any one of the twelve judges was prevented by illness. On one of those occasions, a fellow was convicted before him at Wexford for bigamy; and when the learned counsel came to pass sentence, after lecturing the fellow pretty roundly upon the nature of his uxorious crime, added, The only punishment which the law authorizes me to inflict is, that you be transported to parts beyond the seas for the term of seven years; but if I had my will, you should not escape with so mild a punishment, for I would sentence you for the term of your natural life—to live in the same house with both your wives.
533. The late Councillor Caldbeck, from the Irish bar, worked hard in his profession until he was almost eighty. As a king’s counsel, he often went on circuit as a judge of assize when one of the twelve judges was unavailable due to illness. On one of those occasions, a guy was convicted before him in Wexford for bigamy. When the learned counsel came to pass sentence, after giving the guy a pretty stern lecture about his marital crime, he added, "The only punishment the law allows me to impose is that you be sent away to parts beyond the seas for seven years. But if it were up to me, you wouldn’t get off with such a light punishment. I would sentence you to spend the rest of your natural life living in the same house with both your wives."
534. A tailor following the army, was wounded in the head by an arrow. When the surgeon saw the wound, he told his patient, that as the weapon had not touched his brain, there was no doubt of his recovery. The tailor said, If I had possessed any brains, I should not have been here.
534. A tailor who was following the army got hit in the head by an arrow. When the surgeon looked at the wound, he told the tailor that since the weapon hadn't harmed his brain, he would definitely recover. The tailor replied, "If I had any brains, I wouldn’t be in this situation."
535. A young woman had laid a wager she would descend into a vault, in the middle of the night, and bring from thence a skull. The person who took the wager, previously hid himself in the vault, and as the girl seized a skull, cried, in a hollow voice, Leave me my head![111] There it is, said the girl, throwing it down, and catching up another. Leave me my head! said the same voice. Nay, nay, said the heroic lass, you cannot have two heads: so brought the skull, and won the wager.
535. A young woman bet that she would go down into a vault in the middle of the night and bring back a skull. The person who accepted the bet had hidden himself in the vault, and when the girl grabbed a skull, he shouted in a spooky voice, "Leave me my head!"[111] "Here it is," the girl said, tossing it aside and grabbing another. "Leave me my head!" said the same voice again. "No, no," the brave girl replied, "you can’t have two heads!" So she brought back the skull and won the bet.
536. The daughter of a respectable farmer in Carmarthenshire, was lately betrothed to a young man in the neighbourhood of Tenby; but lovers’ quarrels occurring about three weeks before the day appointed for the marriage, the swain turned on his heel, and immediately proposed to another sister, who assented, without hesitation, on the ground of its being too great a sacrifice to lose such a nice young man out of the family; and, on the day named for the former marriage, the latter took place.
536. The daughter of a well-respected farmer in Carmarthenshire was recently engaged to a young man from the Tenby area. However, after some lovers' quarrels about three weeks before their wedding day, the guy abruptly changed his mind and proposed to another sister instead. She agreed right away, thinking it would be too much of a loss to let such a great young man leave the family. So, on the day originally set for the first marriage, the second one happened instead.
537. The Princess of Conti, daughter of Louis XIV., speaking to the ambassador of Morocco, highly disapproved of the plurality of wives which prevails among the Mahomedans. We should only require one, replied the gallant ambassador, if each resembled you, madam.
537. The Princess of Conti, daughter of Louis XIV, told the ambassador of Morocco that she strongly disapproved of the practice of having multiple wives among Muslims. “We would only need one,” replied the charming ambassador, “if each one was like you, madam.”
538. The Laird of M’N—b was writing to one of his Dulcineas from an Edinburgh coffee-house, when a gentleman of his acquaintance observed that he was setting at defiance the laws of orthography and grammar. How can a man write grammar with a pen like this? exclaimed the Highland chieftain.
538. The Laird of M’N—b was writing to one of his Dulcineas from a coffee shop in Edinburgh when a guy he knew pointed out that he was ignoring the rules of spelling and grammar. “How can a guy write properly with a pen like this?” exclaimed the Highland chieftain.
539. In a village of Picardy, after a long sickness, a farmer’s wife fell into a lethargy. Her husband was willing, good man, to believe her out of pain; and so, according to the custom of that country, she was wrapped in a sheet, and carried out to be buried. But, as ill-luck would have it, the bearers carried her so near a hedge, that the thorns pierced the sheet, and waked the woman from her trance. Some years after, she died in reality; and, as the funeral passed along, the husband would every now and then call out, Not too near the hedge, not too near the hedge, neighbours.
539. In a village in Picardy, after a long illness, a farmer’s wife fell into a deep sleep. Her husband, a well-meaning man, wanted to believe she was free from pain; so, following the local custom, she was wrapped in a sheet and taken out for burial. But, unfortunately, the bearers came too close to a hedge, and the thorns poked through the sheet, waking the woman from her trance. Years later, she died for real; and as the funeral procession moved along, her husband would occasionally shout, “Not too close to the hedge, not too close to the hedge, neighbors.”
540. The Germans sleep between two beds; and it is related, that an Irish traveller, upon finding a feather-bed thus laid over him, took it into his head that the[112] people slept in strata, one upon the other, and said to the attendant, Will you be good enough to tell the gentleman or lady that is to lay over me, to make haste, as I wish to go to sleep.
540. The Germans sleep between two beds; and it is said that an Irish traveler, upon finding a feather bed laid over him, thought that the[112] people slept in layers, one on top of the other, and said to the attendant, "Could you please let the person who’s supposed to lay over me know to hurry up? I want to go to sleep."
541. When Lord Chesterfield was in administration, he proposed a person to his late majesty as proper to fill a place of great trust, but which the king himself was determined should be filled by another. The council, however, resolved not to indulge the king, for fear of a dangerous precedent. It was Lord Chesterfield’s business to present the grant of office for the king’s signature. Not to incense his majesty, by asking him abruptly, he, with great humility, begged to know with whose name his majesty would be pleased to have the blanks filled up? With the devil’s! replied the king, in a paroxysm of rage. And shall the instrument, said the earl coolly, run as usual, Our trusty and well-beloved cousin and counsellor?—a repartee at which the king laughed heartily, and with great good humour signed the grant.
541. When Lord Chesterfield was in office, he suggested someone to the king as a suitable candidate for a position of great trust, but the king was set on appointing someone else. The council decided not to give in to the king’s wishes, fearing it would set a dangerous precedent. It was Lord Chesterfield’s responsibility to present the appointment for the king’s signature. To avoid angering his majesty by asking directly, he humbly inquired whose name the king would prefer to fill in the blanks. “With the devil’s!” the king shouted in a fit of rage. “And shall the document, then, read as usual, Our trusty and well-beloved cousin and counsellor?” replied the earl calmly, which made the king laugh heartily and sign the appointment with good humor.
542. A fire happening at a public-house, one of the crowd was requesting the engineer to play against the wainscot: but being told it was in no danger, I am sorry for that, said he, because I have a long score upon it, which I shall never be able to pay.
542. A fire broke out at a bar, and someone from the crowd asked the engineer to spray the walls: but when told it was not in any danger, he replied, “I’m sorry to hear that, because I owe a lot to it, and I’ll never be able to pay it off.”
543. Among the curiosities at Apsley House, is the truckle bed in which the Duke of Wellington slept. Why it is so narrow? exclaimed a friend; there is not room to turn in it. Turn in it! cried his grace, when once a man begins to turn in bed, it is time to turn out.
543. Among the curiosities at Apsley House is the trundle bed where the Duke of Wellington slept. “Why is it so narrow?” exclaimed a friend. “There’s hardly room to turn in it.” “Turn in it!” cried his grace. “When a man starts to turn in bed, it’s time to get out.”
544. A person of the name of Fish, having made a short trip in a balloon, on coming again to terra firma, was seized with a swoon. A gentleman asking one of the crowd collected around him, What was the matter? was answered, Nothing but a flat fish, who has been out of his element.
544. A person named Fish, after taking a short trip in a balloon, fainted upon returning to solid ground. When a gentleman asked one of the crowd gathered around him what was wrong, he was told, "Just a flat fish who’s been out of his element."
545. I can’t conceive, said one nobleman to another, how it is that you manage: I am convinced that you are not of a temper to spend more than your income; and[113] yet, though your estate is less than mine, I could not afford to live at the rate you do. My lord, said the other, I have a situation. A situation! you amaze me, I never heard of it till now—pray what is it? I am my own steward.
545. I can’t understand, one nobleman said to another, how you manage: I’m sure you’re not the type to spend more than you earn; and[113] yet, even though your estate is smaller than mine, I couldn’t afford to live the way you do. My lord, said the other, I have a position. A position! You surprise me, I’ve never heard of it until now—what is it? I manage my own affairs.
546. A gentleman remarked the other day to an Irish baronet, that the science of optics was now brought to the highest perfection; for that, by the aid of a telescope, which he had just purchased, he could discern objects at an incredible distance. My dear fellow, replied the good-humoured baronet, I have one at my lodge in the county of Wexford that will be a match for it; it brought the church of Enniscorthy so near to my view, that I could hear the whole congregation singing psalms.
546. The other day, a guy told an Irish baronet that the science of optics is now at its peak because, with the telescope he just bought, he could see objects from an amazing distance. “My dear fellow,” the good-natured baronet replied, “I have one at my lodge in Wexford County that can compete with it; it brought the church in Enniscorthy so close that I could hear the entire congregation singing psalms.”
547. A clergyman was reproving a married couple for their frequent dissensions, which were very unbecoming both in the eye of God and man, seeing, as he observed, that they were both one. Both one! cried the husband, Was your reverence to come by our door sometimes, you would swear we were twenty.
547. A clergyman was scolding a married couple for their constant arguments, which were inappropriate in the eyes of both God and people, since, as he pointed out, they were supposed to be united. "United!" shouted the husband, "If you were to come by our door occasionally, you’d swear we were twenty."
548. A person whose name was Gun, complaining to a friend, that his attorney, in his bill, had not let him off easily, That is no wonder, said he, as he charged you too high.
548. A guy named Gun was telling a friend that his lawyer didn't cut him any slack with the bill. His friend replied, "That's not surprising since he charged you way too much."
549. A Scotchman maintained that the Garden of Eden was certainly placed in Scotland. For said he, have we not, all within a mile of one another, Adam’s Mount, the Elysian Fields, Paradise Place, and the city of Eden-burgh?
549. A Scotsman argued that the Garden of Eden must have been in Scotland. He said, don’t we have, all within a mile of each other, Adam’s Mount, the Elysian Fields, Paradise Place, and the city of Edinburgh?
550. A wealthy merchant of Fenchurch Street, lamenting to a confidential friend that his daughter had eloped with one of his footmen, concluded by saying, Yet I wish to forgive the girl, and receive her husband, as it is now too late to part them. But then, his condition; how can I introduce him? Nonsense, replied his companion, introduce him as a Livery-man of the city.
550. A rich merchant from Fenchurch Street, complaining to a close friend that his daughter had run away with one of his footmen, finished by saying, "Still, I want to forgive the girl and accept her husband since it’s too late to separate them. But then, there’s his status; how am I supposed to introduce him?" "Nonsense," replied his friend, "just introduce him as a Liveryman of the city."
551. A gentleman perceiving the common-crier of Bristol unemployed, inquired the reason: I can’t cry to-day, sir, said he, my wife is just dead.
551. A gentleman noticing the town crier of Bristol not working asked why. "I can't announce anything today, sir," he said, "my wife just passed away."
552. Truth is not unfrequently extracted by accident. Mr. L., whose police office is frequently clamorous with the litigators of shilling warrants, suddenly called out, Silence there! There’s been, added he, two or three people committed already, and I have not heard a word they have said.
552. Truth is often revealed by accident. Mr. L., whose police station is usually filled with the noisy arguments of people fighting over small claims, suddenly shouted, "Quiet down! There have been two or three people taken in, and I haven't heard a single thing they said."
553. A wag called on his friend at his country-house, and perceiving him running very fast through his grounds to meet him, told the gentleman he was very sorry to see him go on so ill? Why so? replied the other. I see, rejoined the wag, you are running through your estate very fast.
553. A joker visited his friend at his country house, and seeing him running quickly through his yard to greet him, said he was sorry to see him so unwell. "Why is that?" replied the friend. The joker answered, "Because I see you sprinting through your property really fast."
554. An Irish captain being on the ocean, many leagues from the most remote part of land, beheld at a short distance four sail of ships, and in the joy of his heart exclaimed, Arrah! my lads, pipe all hands on deck to behold this rich landscape.
554. An Irish captain was out on the ocean, many leagues away from the farthest land, when he spotted four ships a short distance away. Filled with joy, he shouted, "Hey, my friends, call everyone on deck to see this beautiful sight!"
555. An Hibernian schoolmaster, settled in a village near London, who advertised that he intended to keep a Sunday-school twice a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays, reminds us of the mock mayor of a place in the west, who declared on his election, that he was resolved to hold his Quarter Sessions monthly.
555. A Scottish teacher living in a village close to London announced that he would run a Sunday school twice a week, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, reminding us of the fake mayor from a town in the west who stated upon his election that he was determined to hold his Quarterly Sessions every month.
556. A Londoner told his friend he was going to Margate for a change of hair. You had better, said the other, go to the wig-maker’s shop.
556. A Londoner told his friend he was going to Margate to change his hairstyle. You'd better, the other replied, go to the wig shop.
557. When Lieutenant O’Brien (who was called Sky-rocket Jack) was blown up at Spithead, in the Edgar, he was on the carriage of a gun, and being brought to the admiral, all black and wet, he said with pleasantry, I hope, sir, you will excuse my dirty appearance, for I came out of the ship in so great a hurry, that I had not time to shift myself.
557. When Lieutenant O’Brien, known as Sky-rocket Jack, got blown up at Spithead while on the Edgar, he was on the carriage of a gun. As he was being brought to the admiral, all covered in black and wet, he jokingly said, "I hope, sir, you'll forgive my dirty appearance. I rushed out of the ship so quickly that I didn't have time to clean up."
558. An Irishman one day found a light guinea, which he was obliged to sell for eighteen shillings. Next day he saw another guinea lying on the street. No, no, said he, I’ll have nothing to do with you; I lost three shillings by your brother yesterday.
558. One day an Irishman found a light guinea that he had to sell for eighteen shillings. The next day, he saw another guinea lying on the street. "No way," he said, "I want nothing to do with you; I lost three shillings because of your brother yesterday."
559. A healthy old gentleman was once asked by the king, what physician and apothecary he made use of, to look so well at his time of life. Sire, replied the gentleman, my physician has always been a horse, and my apothecary an ass.
559. A healthy old man was once asked by the king which doctor and pharmacist he used to look so good for his age. Your Majesty, replied the man, my doctor has always been a horse, and my pharmacist an ass.
560. A poor woman, who had attended several confirmations, was at length recognised by the bishop. Pray, have I not seen you here before? said his lordship. Yes, replied the woman, I get me confirmed as often as I can: they tell me it is good for the rheumatis.
560. A poor woman, who had been to several confirmations, was finally recognized by the bishop. "Haven't I seen you here before?" asked his lordship. "Yes," the woman replied, "I come to get confirmed as often as I can; they say it’s good for rheumatism."
561. A dancer said to another person, You cannot stand so long upon one leg as I can. True, answered the other, but a goose can.
561. A dancer said to another person, "You can't stand on one leg as long as I can." "True," the other replied, "but a goose can."
562. A person applied to Quin, as manager, to be admitted on the stage. As a specimen of his dramatic powers, he began the famous soliloquy of Hamlet,
562. A person went to Quin, the manager, asking to be allowed on stage. To show off his acting skills, he started the famous soliloquy from Hamlet,
Quin, indignant at the man’s absurd elocution, exclaimed, very decisively, No question, upon my honour; not to be, most certainly.
Quin, angry at the man's ridiculous way of speaking, said firmly, "No way, I swear; definitely not."
563. An Irishman going to be hanged, begged that the rope might be tied under his arms instead of round his neck; for, said Pat, I am so remarkably ticklish in the throat, that if tied there, I will certainly kill myself with laughing.
563. An Irishman facing execution requested that the rope be tied under his arms instead of around his neck; for, Pat said, "I'm so incredibly ticklish in my throat that if it’s tied there, I’ll definitely end up laughing myself to death."
564. A respectable surgeon in London, making his daily round to see his patients, had occasion to call at a house in Charing Cross, where he left his horse to the care of a Jew boy, whom he casually saw in the streets. On coming out of the house, he naturally enough expected to find his trusty servant treating himself with a ride; but no—Mordecai knew the use of time and the value of money a little better;—he was letting the horse to little boys in the street, a penny a ride to the Horse Guards and back!
564. A respected surgeon in London, making his daily rounds to see his patients, happened to stop by a house in Charing Cross, leaving his horse in the care of a Jewish boy he had casually seen in the streets. When he came out of the house, he naturally expected to find his loyal servant enjoying a ride; but no—Mordecai understood the importance of time and the value of money much better; he was renting out the horse to little boys in the street for a penny a ride to the Horse Guards and back!
565. At the breaking up of a tavern dinner, two of the party fell down stairs, the one tumbling to the first land[116]ing place, the other rolling to the bottom:—it was observed, that the first seemed dead drunk. Yes, said a wag, but he’s not so far gone as the gentleman below.
565. After a tavern dinner, two people from the group fell down the stairs, one landing on the first step, while the other rolled all the way to the bottom. It was noted that the first one looked completely wasted. “Yeah,” said a jokester, “but he’s not as far gone as the guy down there.”
566. When the baggage of Lady Hamilton was landed at Palermo, Lord Nelson’s coxswain was very active in conveying it to the ambassador’s hotel. Lady Hamilton observed this, and presenting the man with a moidore, said, Now, my friend, what will you have to drink? Why, please your honour, said the coxswain, I am not thirsty. But, said her ladyship, Nelson’s steersman must drink with me, so what will you take, a dram, a glass of grog, or a glass of punch? Why, said Jack, as I am to drink with your ladyship’s honour, it would not be good manners to be backward, so I’ll take the dram now, and will be drinking the glass of grog while your ladyship is mixing the tumbler of punch for me.
566. When Lady Hamilton's luggage arrived in Palermo, Lord Nelson's coxswain was quick to help carry it to the ambassador's hotel. Lady Hamilton noticed this and gave the man a moidore, saying, "Now, my friend, what would you like to drink?" The coxswain replied, "Well, ma'am, I'm not thirsty." But Lady Hamilton insisted, "Nelson's steersman must drink with me, so what will you have—a shot, a glass of grog, or a glass of punch?" The coxswain, named Jack, responded, "Since I'm having a drink with your ladyship, it wouldn't be polite to refuse, so I'll take the shot now and enjoy the glass of grog while your ladyship mixes the punch for me."
567. When Paddy Blake heard an English gentleman speaking of the fine echo at the lake of Killarney, which repeats the sound forty times, he very promptly observed, Poh! faith that’s nothing at all, to the echo in my father’s garden, in the county of Galway; there, honey, if you were to say to it, How do you do, Paddy Blake? it would answer, Very well, I thank you, sir.
567. When Paddy Blake heard an English gentleman talking about the amazing echo at Killarney Lake, which repeats sounds forty times, he quickly replied, "Psh! That's nothing compared to the echo in my dad's garden in County Galway; there, my friend, if you said to it, 'How do you do, Paddy Blake?' it would respond, 'Very well, I thank you, sir.'"
568. When a late duchess of Bedford was at Buxton, in her eighty-fifth year, it was the medical farce of the day for the faculty to resolve every complaint of whim and caprice into a shock of the nervous system. Her grace, after inquiring of many of her friends in the rooms what brought them there, and being generally answered, for a nervous complaint, was asked, in her turn, What brought her to Buxton? I came only for pleasure, answered the healthy duchess; for, thank goodness, I was born before nerves came into fashion.
568. When a late duchess of Bedford was at Buxton, in her eighty-fifth year, it was the medical joke of the day for doctors to blame every little complaint on nervous issues. Her grace, after asking many of her friends in the rooms why they were there, and hearing the usual answer of a nervous issue, was asked in return what brought her to Buxton. "I came only for pleasure," replied the healthy duchess; "thank goodness, I was born before nerves became a trend."
569. As a clergyman was burying a corpse, a woman came, and pulled him by the sleeve, in the middle of the service. Sir, sir, I want to speak with you. Prithee wait, woman, till I have done. No, sir; I must speak to you immediately. Well, then, what is the matter?[117] Why, sir, you are going to bury a man who died of the small pox, near my poor husband, who never had it.
569. While a clergyman was burying a body, a woman approached and grabbed his sleeve in the middle of the service. "Sir, sir, I need to talk to you." "Please wait, ma'am, until I’m done." "No, sir; I need to speak to you right now." "Well then, what’s the issue?" [117] "Well, sir, you’re about to bury a man who died of smallpox, near my poor husband, who has never had it."
570. What have you to say, old Bacon-face? said a counsellor to a farmer, at a late Cambridge assizes. Why, answered the farmer, I am thinking that my bacon face and your calf’s head would make a very good dish.
570. What do you have to say, old Bacon-face? said a counsellor to a farmer, at a late Cambridge assizes. Why, replied the farmer, I'm thinking that my bacon face and your calf's head would make a really nice dish.
571. A scholar, a bald man, and a barber, travelling together, agreed each to watch four hours in the night, in turn, for the sake of security. The barber’s lot came first, who shaved the scholar’s head while he was asleep, then waked him when his turn came. The scholar, scratching his head, and feeling it bald, exclaimed, you wretch of a barber, you have waked the bald man instead of me.
571. A scholar, a bald guy, and a barber were traveling together and decided to take turns watching for four hours each night for safety. The barber had the first watch, and while the scholar was asleep, he shaved the scholar's head. When it was the scholar's turn, the barber woke him up. The scholar, scratching his head and feeling that it was bald, exclaimed, "You miserable barber, you woke up the bald guy instead of me!"
572. A man much addicted to drinking, being extremely ill with a fever, a consultation was held in his bed-chamber by three physicians, how to cure the fever, and abate the thirst. Gentlemen, said he, I will take half the trouble off your hands; you cure the fever, and I will abate the thirst myself.
572. A man who drank a lot and was seriously ill with a fever had three doctors hold a consultation in his bedroom about how to treat the fever and ease his thirst. "Gentlemen," he said, "I'll take half the work off your plate; you handle the fever, and I'll take care of my thirst myself."
573. Dean Swift knew an old woman of the name of Margaret Styles, who was much addicted to drinking. Though frequently admonished by him, he one day found her at the bottom of a ditch, with a bundle of sticks, with which, being in her old way, she had tumbled in. The dean, after severely rebuking her, asked her, where she thought of going to? (meaning after her death). I’ll tell you, sir, said she, if you will help me up. When he had assisted her, and repeated his question—Where do I think of going to? said she, where the best liquor is, to be sure!
573. Dean Swift knew an old woman named Margaret Styles who really loved to drink. Even though he often warned her, one day he found her at the bottom of a ditch with a bundle of sticks, having fallen in like she often did. After scolding her harshly, he asked her where she thought she was going (implying after her death). "I'll tell you, sir," she replied, "if you help me up." Once he helped her and repeated his question—"Where do you think you're going?" she said, "To the place with the best drinks, of course!"
574. A gentleman having engaged to fight a main of cocks, directed his feeder in the country, who was a son of the sod, to pick out two of the best, and bring them to town. Paddy, having made his selection, put the two cocks together into a bag, and brought them with him in the mail-coach. When they arrived, it was found[118] upon their journey they had almost torn each other to pieces; on which Paddy was severely taken to task for his stupidity, in putting both cocks into one bag. Indeed, said the honest Hibernian, I thought there was no risk of their falling out, as they were going to fight on the same side.
574. A guy agreed to organize a cockfight and told his country feeder, who was a local, to pick out the best two and bring them to the city. Paddy, after making his choice, put the two cocks into a bag and took them on the mail coach. When they arrived, it turned out[118] that during the trip they had almost beaten each other to a pulp; as a result, Paddy got a serious dressing-down for his foolishness in putting both cocks in one bag. "Honestly," said the straightforward Irishman, "I thought they wouldn't argue since they were supposed to fight on the same side."
575. In the late Irish rebellion, J. C. Beresford, esq. a banker, and member for Dublin, rendered himself so very obnoxious to the rebels, in consequence of his vigilance in bringing them to punishment, that whenever they found any of his bank-notes in plundering a house, the general cry was, By Jasus! we’ll ruin the rascal! we’ll destroy every note of his we can find: and they actually destroyed, it is supposed, upwards of 20,000l. worth of his notes during the rebellion.
575. During the late Irish rebellion, J. C. Beresford, a banker and member for Dublin, became extremely unpopular with the rebels because of his efforts to punish them. Whenever they found any of his banknotes while looting a house, the common exclamation was, "By Jasus! We’ll ruin the guy! We’ll destroy every note of his we can find!" It’s estimated that they actually destroyed over £20,000 worth of his notes during the rebellion.
576. An Irishman being asked which was oldest, he or his brother, I am eldest, said he, but if my brother lives three years longer, we shall be both of an age.
576. An Irishman was asked who was older, him or his brother. He replied, "I’m the eldest, but if my brother lives three more years, we'll be the same age."
577. A reverend gentleman seeing a fishwoman skinning some eels, said to her, How can you be so cruel? don’t you think you put them to a great deal of pain? Why, your honour, she replied, I might when I first began business; but I have dealt in them twenty years, and by this time they must be quite used to it.
577. A respectable man saw a woman selling fish skinning some eels and asked her, "How can you be so cruel? Don’t you think you’re causing them a lot of pain?" She replied, "Well, sir, I might have when I first started this job; but I’ve been doing it for twenty years now, and by this point, they must be pretty used to it."
578. A gentleman crossing the water lately below Limehouse, and wanting to learn the price of coals in the pool, hailed one of the labourers at work in a tier of colliers, with Well, Paddy, how are coals? Black as ever, your honour, replied the Irishman.
578. A guy crossing the water recently below Limehouse, wanting to find out the price of coal in the dock, called out to one of the workers in a row of coal sellers, "Hey, Paddy, how are the coals?" "Black as ever, sir," replied the Irishman.
579. An English labourer in Cheshire attempting to drown himself, an Irish reaper, who saw him go into the water, leaped after him, and brought him safe to shore. The fellow attempting it a second time, the reaper a second time got him out; but the labourer being determined to destroy himself, watched an opportunity and hanged himself behind the barn door. The Irishman observed him, but never offered to cut him down; when, several hours afterwards, the master of the farm-yard[119] asked him upon what ground he had suffered the poor fellow to hang there? Faith, replied Patrick, I don’t know what you mean by ground: I know I was so good to him that I fetched him out of the water two times—and I know, too, he was wet through every rag, and I thought he hung himself up to dry, and you know, I could have no right to prevent him.
579. An English laborer in Cheshire tried to drown himself, and an Irish reaper who saw him jump into the water jumped in after him and pulled him back to shore. The guy tried again, and the reaper saved him again. But the laborer was set on ending his life, so he waited for a chance and hanged himself behind the barn door. The Irishman saw him but never tried to cut him down. Then, several hours later, the farm owner asked him why he let the poor guy hang there. “Honestly,” replied Patrick, “I don’t understand what you mean by ‘let.’ I was nice enough to fish him out of the water twice, and I figured he was so soaked to the bone that he just hung himself up to dry, and I had no right to stop him.”
580. A devout lady offered up a prayer to St. Ignatius, for the conversion of her husband; a few days after the good man died. What a good saint is our Ignatius, exclaimed the consolable widow, he bestows on us more benefits than we ask for!
580. A devoted woman prayed to St. Ignatius for her husband’s conversion; just a few days later, the good man passed away. "What a wonderful saint our Ignatius is!" exclaimed the grieving widow, "He gives us more blessings than we could ever ask for!"
581. An author, who had given a comedy into the hands of a manager for his perusal, called on him for his opinion of the piece. Whilst the poor author in trembling anxiety expected the fate of his performance, the manager returned the play with a grave face, saying, Sir, depend upon it this is a thing not to be laughed at.
581. An author who had given a comedy to a manager for review asked him for his opinion on the piece. While the anxious author nervously awaited the fate of his work, the manager returned the play with a serious expression, saying, "Sir, you can be sure this is not something to be laughed at."
582. An Irish officer in battle happening to bow, a cannon-ball passed over his head, and took off the head of a soldier who stood behind him: You see, said he, that a man never loses by politeness.
582. An Irish officer in battle happened to bow, and a cannonball flew over his head, taking off the head of a soldier who stood behind him. "You see," he said, "a man never loses by being polite."
583. A quartermaster in a regiment of light horse, who was about six feet high, and very corpulent, was joking with an Irishman concerning the natural proneness of his countrymen to make bulls in conversation. By my soul, said the Irishman, Ireland never made such a bull in all her lifetime as England did when she made a light horseman of you.
583. A quartermaster in a light cavalry unit, who was about six feet tall and quite overweight, was teasing an Irishman about how his people often mess up in conversation. "I swear," said the Irishman, "Ireland has never produced a mistake as big as England did when it made you a light cavalryman."
584. An Hibernian officer, being once in company with several who belonged to the same corps, one of them, in a laugh, said he would lay a dozen of claret, that the Irishman made a bull before any other of the party. Done, said Terence. The wager was laid, and by way of puzzling him, he was asked how many bulls there were in that town. Five, said he. How do you make them out? said the other. Faith, said he, there is the Black Bull in the market-place, and the Red Bull over the way;[120] then there is the Pied Bull just by the bridge, and the White Bull at the corner. They are but four, said the other. Why arrah, said he, there is the Dim Cow in the butcher-row. That’s a bull, said the other. By Jasus, then I have won my wager, said he, and you have made the bull and not me.
584. An Irish officer was once hanging out with several others from the same unit when one of them jokingly bet a dozen bottles of claret that the Irishman would make a mistake before anyone else in the group. "You're on," Terence replied. The bet was placed, and to confuse him, they asked how many bulls were in that town. "Five," he answered. "How do you figure that?" asked the other. "Well," he said, "there's the Black Bull in the marketplace, and the Red Bull across the street; then there's the Pied Bull by the bridge, and the White Bull at the corner." "But that's only four," the other replied. "Oh come on," he said, "there's the Dim Cow in the butcher's row." "That's a bull?" the other questioned. "By Jasus, then I've won my bet, and you made the mistake, not me."
585. A noble lord, not very courageous, was once so far engaged in an affair of honour as to be drawn to Hyde Park to fight a duel; but just as he came to the Porter’s Lodge an empty hearse came by; on which his lordship’s antagonist, who was a droll officer, well known, called out to the driver, Stop here, my good fellow, a few minutes, and I’ll send you a fare. This operated so strongly on his lordship’s nerves that he begged the officer’s pardon, and returned home with a whole skin.
585. A not very brave nobleman found himself caught up in an honor dispute and went to Hyde Park for a duel; but just as he reached the Porter’s Lodge, an empty hearse passed by. His opponent, a comical officer known to many, shouted to the driver, "Stop here for a moment, and I'll send you a fare." This affected the nobleman so much that he apologized to the officer and went home unscathed.
586. A gentleman who had an Irish servant, having stopped at an inn for several days, desired, previous to his departure, to have his bill; which being brought, he found a large quantity of port placed to his servant’s account, and questioned him about having had so many bottles of wine. Please yer honour, cried Pat, read how many they charge me. The gentleman began, One bottle port, one ditto, one ditto. Stop, stop, stop, master, exclaimed Paddy, they are cheating you; I know I had some bottles of their port, but I did not taste a drop of their ditto.
586. A gentleman who had an Irish servant stopped at an inn for several days and requested his bill before leaving. When it arrived, he noticed a large charge for port under his servant’s account and questioned him about the number of bottles. “Please, sir,” Pat exclaimed, “look at how many they’re charging me.” The gentleman began reading, “One bottle of port, one more, one more.” “Stop, stop, stop, sir,” Paddy interrupted, “they’re cheating you; I know I had some of their port, but I didn’t have a drop of their ‘ditto.’”
587. A farm was lately advertised in a newspaper in which all the beauty of the situation, fertility of the soil, and salubrity of the air, were detailed in the richest glow of rural description, and which was further enhanced with this N.B. There is not an attorney within fifteen miles of the neighbourhood.
587. A farm was recently advertised in a newspaper where all the beauty of the location, fertility of the soil, and freshness of the air were described in vivid rural detail, and it was further emphasized with this note: There isn't a lawyer within fifteen miles of the area.
588. An Irish footman having carried a basket of game from his master to a friend, waited a considerable time for the customary fee, but not finding it likely to appear, he scratched his head, and said, Sir, if my master should say, Paddy, what did the gentleman give you? what would your honour have me tell him?
588. An Irish footman delivered a basket of game from his master to a friend and waited a long time for the usual tip. Not seeing it likely to come, he scratched his head and said, "Sir, if my master were to ask me, 'Paddy, what did the gentleman give you?' what should I tell him?"
589. An Irish gentleman called at the General Post Office, and inquired whether there were any letters for him; the clerk asked for his address. Sure, said he, you will find it on the back of the letter.—A circumstance somewhat similar occurred a few years ago, when a gentleman inquired if there was any letter for him. The clerk asked his name; he replied, What the devil makes you so impertinent as to ask any gentleman’s name? Give me my letter, that’s all you have to do!
589. An Irish man went to the General Post Office and asked if there were any letters for him. The clerk requested his address. "Sure," he replied, "you’ll find it on the back of the letter." A similar situation happened a few years back when a guy asked if there was any mail for him. The clerk asked for his name, and he responded, "What the hell makes you so rude as to ask any gentleman’s name? Just give me my letter, that’s all you need to do!"
590. An Irish labourer being told that the price of bread had been lowered, exclaimed, This is the first time I ever rejoiced at the fall of my best friend.
590. An Irish laborer hearing that the price of bread had gone down exclaimed, "This is the first time I've ever been happy about the fall of my best friend."
591. An honest Hibernian tar, a great favourite with the gallant Nelson, used to pray in these words every night when he went to his hammock: God be thanked, I never killed any man, nor no man ever killed me; God bless the world, and success to the British navy.
591. A sincere Irish sailor, a favorite of the brave Nelson, would pray every night before he went to bed: Thank God, I’ve never killed anyone, and no one has ever killed me; God bless the world, and may the British navy succeed.
592. Davenport, a tailor, having set up his carriage, asked Foote for a motto. There is one from Hamlet, said the wit, that will match you to a button-hole, “List, list; oh! list.”
592. Davenport, a tailor, who had just started his carriage, asked Foote for a motto. There's one from Hamlet, the clever guy replied, that will fit you perfectly, “Listen, listen; oh! listen.”
593. A gentleman, some years since, being obliged to ask pardon of the House of Commons on his knees, when he rose up, he brushed the knees of his breeches, saying, I was never in so dirty a house in my life.
593. A gentleman, a few years ago, had to apologize to the House of Commons on his knees. When he stood up, he brushed off the knees of his pants and said, "I've never been in such a dirty house in my life."
594. A justice of the peace, who was possessed with the itch of scribbling, and had written a book which he meant to publish, sent it to Ben Jonson for his opinion, who, finding it full of absurdities, returned it, with his compliments, and recommended his worship to send it to the house of correction.
594. A justice of the peace, who had a strong urge to write and had penned a book he intended to publish, sent it to Ben Jonson for his thoughts. Jonson, seeing it was filled with ridiculous mistakes, sent it back with his compliments and suggested that the justice should consider sending it to the house of correction.
595. One day Charlotte Smith was walking along Piccadilly, when the tray of a butcher’s boy came in sudden contact with her shoulder, and dirtied her dress. The deuce take the tray, exclaimed she, in a pet. Ah, but the deuce can’t take the tray, replied young rump-steak, with the greatest gravity.
595. One day, Charlotte Smith was walking along Piccadilly when a butcher's boy's tray suddenly bumped into her shoulder and dirtied her dress. "Damn that tray!" she exclaimed, annoyed. "Ah, but the devil can’t take the tray," replied the young butcher, dead serious.
596. George the First, on a journey to Hanover, stopped at a village in Holland, and while the horses were getting ready, he asked for two or three eggs, which were brought him, and charged two hundred florins. How is this? said his majesty, eggs must be very scarce in this place. Pardon me, said the host, eggs are plenty enough, but kings are scarce. The king smiled, and ordered the money to be paid.
596. George the First, while traveling to Hanover, stopped at a village in Holland. While the horses were being prepared, he asked for two or three eggs, which were brought to him at the cost of two hundred florins. "How can this be?" said his majesty. "Eggs must be very rare here." "I apologize," replied the host, "but eggs are quite common; it's kings that are rare." The king smiled and ordered the payment to be made.
597. A farmer in the neighbourhood of Doncaster, was thus accosted by his landlord: John, I am going to raise your rent. John replied, Sir, I am very much obliged to you, for I cannot raise it myself.
597. A farmer near Doncaster was approached by his landlord: "John, I'm going to increase your rent." John replied, "Sir, I really appreciate that, because I can't raise it myself."
598. Two bucks riding on the western road on a Sunday morning, met a lad driving a flock of sheep towards the metropolis; when one of them accosted him with, Prithee, Jack, which is the way to Windsor? How did you know my name was Jack? said the boy, staring in their faces. We are conjurors, young Hobnail, said the gentlemen, laughing. Oh! be you! then you don’t want I to show you the way to Windsor, replied the lad, pursuing his journey.
598. Two guys were riding on the western road on a Sunday morning when they came across a boy herding a flock of sheep toward the city. One of them called out, "Hey, Jack, which way is Windsor?" The boy, surprised, asked, "How did you know my name is Jack?" The men chuckled and replied, "We’re magicians, young Hobnail." The boy said, "Oh! You are? Then you don’t need me to show you the way to Windsor," and continued on his path.
599. Two gentlemen were walking in the High Street, Southampton, one day, about that hour which the industrious damsels of the mop and brush usually devote to cleansing the pavement before the door. It happened that the bucket used upon such occasions was upon the stones, and one of the gentlemen stumbled against it. My dear friend, exclaimed the other, I lament your death exceedingly! My death! Yes, you have just kicked the bucket. Not so, rejoined his friend, I have only turned a little pale (pail).
599. Two guys were walking down High Street in Southampton one day, around the time when the hardworking ladies with mops and brushes usually clean the pavement outside their homes. Coincidentally, the bucket they use was on the ground, and one of the guys tripped over it. "My dear friend," exclaimed the other, "I'm really sorry to hear about your death!" "My death?!" "Yes, you just kicked the bucket." "Not really," replied his friend, "I just turned a little pale (pail)."
600. A bill was once brought into the House of Assembly at Jamaica, for regulating wharfingers. Mr. P. Phipps, a distinguished member, rose and said, Mr. Speaker, I very much approve of the bill; the wharfingers are all a set of knaves; I was one myself ten years.
600. A bill was once introduced in the House of Assembly in Jamaica to regulate wharfingers. Mr. P. Phipps, a prominent member, stood up and said, Mr. Speaker, I completely support the bill; the wharfingers are nothing but a bunch of crooks; I was one myself ten years ago.
601. An Irishman saw the sign of the Rising Sun near[123] the Seven Dials, and underneath was written, A. Moon, the man’s name who kept it being Aaron Moon. The Irishman, thinking he had discovered a just cause for triumph, roared out to his companion, Only see, Phelim! see here! they talk of the Irish bulls; only do but see now! here’s a fellow puts up the Rising Sun, and calls it A Moon.
601. An Irishman saw the Rising Sun sign near[123] the Seven Dials, and underneath it was written, A. Moon, the name of the man who owned it, Aaron Moon. The Irishman, thinking he found a reason to celebrate, shouted to his friend, "Look, Phelim! Look at this! They talk about the Irish bulls; just check it out! Here’s a guy who puts up the Rising Sun and calls it A Moon."
602. A grocer, in Dublin, announces that he has whiskey on sale which was drunk by his late Majesty while he was in Ireland.
602. A grocer in Dublin is advertising that he has whiskey for sale that was consumed by his late Majesty while he was in Ireland.
603. A servant girl, who always attended divine service, but who also could not read, had, from constant attendance, got the service by rote, and could repeat it extremely well. But a few Sundays previous to her marriage, she was accompanied in the same pew by her beau, to whom she did not like it to be known that she could not read; she, therefore, took up the prayer-book, and held it before her. Her lover wished to have a sight of it also, but, unfortunately for her, she held it upside down. The man astonished, said, Good heavens! why you have the book wrong side upwards. I know it, sir, said she, confusedly, I always read so, I am left-handed.
603. A servant girl, who always went to church but couldn’t read, had learned the service by heart from attending so often, and she could recite it really well. But a few Sundays before her wedding, she was sitting in the same pew with her boyfriend, and she didn’t want him to know that she couldn’t read. So, she picked up the prayer book and held it in front of her. Her boyfriend wanted to take a look at it too, but unfortunately for her, she was holding it upside down. The guy, surprised, said, “Good heavens! You’re holding the book the wrong way.” She replied, a bit flustered, “I know, sir, I always read it this way. I’m left-handed.”
604. Quin being one day in a coffee-house, saw a young beau enter, in an elegant negligée dress, quite languid with the heat of the day. Waiter, said the coxcomb, in an affected faint voice, Waiter, fetch me a dish of coffee, weak as water, and cool as a zephyr! Quin, in a voice of thunder, immediately vociferated, Waiter, bring me a dish of coffee, hot as h-ll, and strong as d—t—n. The beau, starting, exclaimed in his feminine way, Pray, waiter, what is that gentleman’s name? Quin, in the same tremendous tone, exclaimed, Waiter, pray what is that lady’s name?
604. One day, Quin was in a coffee shop when he saw a young dandy walk in, dressed elegantly but looking a bit sluggish from the heat. The dandy said in an exaggerated, feeble voice, "Waiter, please bring me a cup of coffee, weak as water and cool as a breeze!" Quin then shouted with a booming voice, "Waiter, bring me a cup of coffee, hot as hell and strong as hell!" The dandy, startled, asked in a dramatic tone, "Excuse me, waiter, what is that gentleman’s name?" Quin, still using his powerful voice, responded, "Waiter, can you tell me what that lady’s name is?"
605. An old female methodist preached about the country, that she had been eleven months in heaven. One of the audience started up and said, It was a pity that she did not stay the other odd month, as she might then have gained a legal settlement.
605. An old female Methodist preached around the country that she had been in heaven for eleven months. One person in the audience stood up and said it was a shame she didn’t stay for the extra month, as she could have then secured a legal settlement.
606. Two actors belonging to Covent Garden Theatre, being on their way to Brighton, stopped at an inn to change horses, where there was a coach coming towards London, waiting the same accommodation, on the roof of which was seated a farmer’s man, who hailed the two actors thus: So, masters, you are going a mumming I see. How the devil does that fellow know we are performers? said one of the actors. Don’t you see he’s on the stage himself? replied the other.
606. Two actors from Covent Garden Theatre, on their way to Brighton, stopped at an inn to switch horses. There was a coach heading towards London, also waiting for the same service, and on the roof sat a farmer’s worker, who called out to the two actors: "So, gentlemen, I see you're off to perform." "How the hell does that guy know we're actors?" asked one of the actors. "Don’t you see he’s on stage himself?" replied the other.
607. The tradesmen of a certain great man, having dunned him for a long time, he desired his servant one morning to admit the tailor who had not been so constant in his attendance as the rest. When he made his appearance, My friend, said he to him, I think you are a very honest fellow, and I have a great regard for you; therefore, I take this opportunity to tell you, that I’ll never pay you a farthing! Now go home, mind your business, and don’t lose your time by calling here.—As for the others, they are a set of vagabonds and rascals, for whom I have no affection, and they may come as often as they choose.
607. The tradesmen of a certain wealthy man, having been persistent in their demands for payment, he asked his servant one morning to let in the tailor who had not been as regular in his visits as the others. When the tailor arrived, he said to him, “My friend, I think you’re a very honest guy, and I have a lot of respect for you; so I want to take this chance to tell you that I will never pay you a penny! Now go home, focus on your work, and don’t waste your time coming here.” As for the others, they are a bunch of freeloaders and scoundrels that I have no fondness for, and they can come as often as they like.
608. Atterbury, Bishop of Rochester, when a certain bill was brought into the House of Lords, said, among other things, That he prophesied last winter this bill would be attempted in the present session, and he was sorry to find that he had proved a true prophet. Lord Coningsby, who spoke after the bishop, and always spoke in a passion, desired the house to remark, That his right reverend friend had set himself forth as a prophet; but for his part he did not know what prophet to liken him to, unless to that furious prophet, Balaam, who was reproved by his own ass. The bishop, in a reply, with great wit and calmness, exposed this rude attack, concluding thus:—Since the noble lord had discovered in our manners such a similitude, I am content to be compared to the prophet Balaam; but, my lords, I am at a loss to make out the other part of the parallel; where is the ass? I am sure I have been reproved by nobody but his lordship.
608. Atterbury, Bishop of Rochester, when a certain bill was introduced in the House of Lords, said, among other things, that he had predicted last winter that this bill would be pursued in the current session, and he regretted to find that he had been right. Lord Coningsby, who spoke after the bishop and always spoke passionately, asked the house to note that his right reverend friend had presented himself as a prophet; but for his part, he didn't know what kind of prophet to compare him to, except for that furious prophet, Balaam, who was rebuked by his own donkey. The bishop, in response, with great wit and calmness, addressed this rude attack, concluding:—Since the noble lord has found such a similarity in our behavior, I’m fine being compared to the prophet Balaam; but, my lords, I’m confused about the other part of the comparison; where is the donkey? I’m sure I’ve been corrected by no one but his lordship.
609. A man in the habit of travelling, complained to his friend, that he had often been robbed, and was afraid of stirring abroad; he was advised to carry pistols with him on his journey. Oh! that would be still worse, replied the hero, the thieves would rob me of them also.
609. A guy who often traveled complained to his friend that he had been robbed several times and was scared to go out. His friend suggested that he carry pistols with him on his trips. "Oh! That would be even worse," the guy replied, "the thieves would just take those from me too."
610. When Brennan, the noted highwayman, was taken in the south of Ireland, curiosity drew numbers to the gaol to see the man loaded with irons, who had long been a terror to the country. Among others was a banker, whose notes at that time were not held in the highest estimation, who assured the prisoner that he was very glad to see him there at last. Brennan, looking up, replied, Ah! sir, I did not expect that from you; indeed, I did not; for you well know, that when all the country refused your notes, I took them.
610. When Brennan, the infamous highwayman, was captured in the south of Ireland, people were drawn to the jail out of curiosity to see the man shackled in chains who had been a menace to the region for so long. Among the crowd was a banker whose notes weren't held in high regard at that time. He assured the prisoner that he was very pleased to see him there at last. Brennan, looking up, replied, "Oh! Sir, I didn't expect that from you; really, I didn't; because you know very well that when everyone else in the country refused your notes, I accepted them."
611. When Johnson had completed his Dictionary, the delay of which had quite exhausted the patience of Millar, the bookseller, the latter acknowledged the receipt of the last sheet in the following terms:—“Andrew Millar sends his compliments to Mr. Samuel Johnson, with the money for the last sheet of the copy of the Dictionary, and thanks God he has done with him.” To this uncourteous intimation, the doctor replied in this smart retort: “Samuel Johnson returns his compliments to Mr. Andrew Millar, and is very glad to find (as he does by his note) that Andrew Millar has the grace to thank God for anything.”
611. When Johnson finished his Dictionary, the delay had really tested Millar's patience, the bookseller. Millar acknowledged receipt of the final sheet by saying: “Andrew Millar sends his regards to Mr. Samuel Johnson, along with the payment for the last sheet of the Dictionary, and thanks God he's finally done with him.” To this rude message, the doctor replied with this sharp comeback: “Samuel Johnson sends his regards to Mr. Andrew Millar and is very pleased to see (from his note) that Andrew Millar has the decency to thank God for anything.”
612. A man was sitting in his study at work, when one of his neighbours came running to tell him that the back part of his house must be on fire, as it smoked excessively: Oh! answered the man, be so good as to tell my wife, for I do not concern myself at all with the housekeeping.
612. A man was sitting in his study working when one of his neighbors came rushing in to tell him that the back of his house was probably on fire because it was smoking a lot. "Oh!" the man replied, "Please let my wife know, because I don’t handle any of the housework."
613. An old woman that sold ale, being at church, fell asleep during the sermon, and unluckily let her old-fashioned clasped Bible fall, which making a great noise, she exclaimed, half awake, So, you jade, there’s another jug broke.
613. An old woman who sold beer was at church and fell asleep during the sermon. Unfortunately, her old-fashioned clasped Bible slipped from her grasp and fell, making a loud noise. Half-awake, she exclaimed, "So, you old hag, there’s another jug broken."
614. The late Countess of Kenmare, who was a devout[126] Catholic, passing one day from her devotions at a chapel in Dublin, through a lane of beggars, who are there certainly the best actors in Europe, in the display of counterfeit misery, her ladyship’s notice was particularly attracted by one fellow apparently more wretched than the rest, and she asked him, Pray, my good man, what is the matter with you? The fellow, who well knew her simplicity and benevolence, answered, Oh! my lady, I’m deaf and dumb. Poor man! replied the innocent lady, how long have you been so? Ever since I had the fever last Christmas. The poor lady presented him with half-a-crown, and went away commiserating his misfortune.
614. The late Countess of Kenmare, who was a devout[126] Catholic, was walking one day after her prayers at a chapel in Dublin, passing through an area filled with beggars, who are definitely the best actors in Europe when it comes to faking misery. Her attention was drawn to one man who seemed more miserable than the others, and she asked him, "Please, my good man, what’s wrong with you?" The man, who was well aware of her kindness and naivety, replied, "Oh! My lady, I’m deaf and dumb." "Poor man!" the innocent lady said, "How long have you been like that?" "Ever since I had the fever last Christmas." The kind lady gave him half a crown and left, feeling sorry for his misfortune.
615. Sheridan was very desirous that his son Tom should marry a young woman with large fortune, but knew that Miss Callander had won his son’s heart. One day he requested Tom to walk with him, and soon entered on the subject of his marriage, and pointed out to him in glowing colours the advantages of so brilliant an alliance. Tom listened with the utmost patience, and then descanted on the perfections of the woman who proved the pride and solace of his declining years. Sheridan grew warm, and expatiating on the folly of his son, at length exclaimed, Tom, if you marry Caroline Callander, I’ll cut you off with a shilling! Tom could not resist the opportunity of replying, and, looking archly at his father, said, Then, sir, you must borrow it. Sheridan was tickled at the wit, and dropped the subject.
615. Sheridan really wanted his son Tom to marry a wealthy young woman, but he knew that Miss Callander had captured Tom’s heart. One day, he asked Tom to take a walk with him and soon brought up the topic of marriage, highlighting the many advantages of such a high-profile match. Tom listened patiently, then began to talk about all the wonderful qualities of the woman who brought him pride and comfort in his later years. Sheridan got heated, and while going on about his son’s foolishness, he finally exclaimed, “Tom, if you marry Caroline Callander, I’ll cut you off with a shilling!” Tom couldn't resist the chance to respond, and with a playful look at his father, he said, “Then, sir, you’ll have to borrow it.” Sheridan was amused by the cleverness and dropped the subject.
616. About the year 1762, a colonel in command in the West Indies, was ordered to disembark his corps for the attack of one of the islands. In stepping into a boat he fell overboard, and the current was carrying him rapidly from the ship, when an honest tar jumped after him, kept him afloat till a boat was despatched to his assistance, and put him on board again in safety. One of Jack’s mess-mates having observed the colonel put something into the hand of his deliverer, stepped up to him, and exclaimed, Dam—me, Jack, you’re in luck to-day, aye! and eagerly opening his hand, expected at least to share in a can of grog; but on discovering the generous reward, a[127] sixpence, the tar uttered a prayer, and whispered his messmate, Never mind, Jack, every man knows the value of his life best.
616. Around 1762, a colonel in charge in the West Indies was told to get his troops ready to attack one of the islands. While getting into a boat, he fell overboard, and the current was quickly pulling him away from the ship when a good sailor jumped in after him, kept him afloat until a boat was sent to help, and brought him back on board safely. One of Jack’s buddies saw the colonel give his rescuer something and rushed over to him, saying, “Damn, Jack, you’re lucky today, huh!” He eagerly opened his hand, expecting to at least get a share in a drink, but when he saw the generous reward was only a[127] sixpence, the sailor said a prayer and whispered to his buddy, “Never mind, Jack, every man knows the value of his life best.”
617. A rich, but miserly man, invited a poor acquaintance to dine with him, and when they were seated at table, helped him to a very small piece of meat; upon which, the poor man, starting from his chair, exclaimed, I’m blind! I’m blind! I’m blind! The other, astonished at this sudden misfortune, begged his guest to resume his seat, and try if he could not see at all; on this, the poor man, taking up his plate, said, I think I can see a little bit.
617. A wealthy but stingy man invited a poor acquaintance over for dinner. Once they sat down at the table, he served him a tiny piece of meat. In response, the poor man jumped up from his chair and exclaimed, "I’m blind! I’m blind! I’m blind!" The wealthy man, shocked by this sudden predicament, urged his guest to sit back down and see if he could actually see anything. The poor man then picked up his plate and said, "I think I can see a little bit."
618. A gentleman happening to remark, one intensely hot evening, that Parliament would soon be dissolved, a young lady immediately added, So shall we all, if this weather continues.
618. A gentleman happened to mention one really hot evening that Parliament would soon be dissolved, and a young lady quickly responded, "So will we all if this weather keeps up."
619. Soon after the settlement of New England, Governor Dudley, taking a walk, met a stout Indian begging, and saying he could get no work. The governor told him to go to his house, and he would give him work. But, said the negro, why you no work, massa? O, said the governor, my head works. The man, however, turned out an idle good-for-nothing fellow, and his master found it necessary one day to have him flogged. With this view he gave him a letter, desiring him to carry it to the keeper of the workhouse. The negro, suspecting its contents, committed it to the care of one of his comrades, who got a sound whipping for his trouble. The governor having learned this, asked Mungo why he did so? O, massa, said he, head work.
619. Soon after New England was settled, Governor Dudley was out for a stroll when he encountered a hefty Indian asking for help, saying he couldn't find any work. The governor told him to come to his house and he would give him a job. But the man asked, "Why don’t you work, sir?" The governor replied, "Oh, I work with my mind." However, the man turned out to be a lazy good-for-nothing, and one day his master found it necessary to have him whipped. To do this, he gave him a letter asking him to deliver it to the workhouse keeper. The man, suspecting what it was about, handed it off to one of his friends, who ended up getting a good beating for his trouble. When the governor found out, he asked Mungo why he did that. Mungo replied, "Oh, sir, it's mental work."
620. When Lord Stair was ambassador in Holland, he gave frequent entertainments, to which the foreign ministers were constantly invited, not excepting the ambassador of France, with whose nation we were then on the point of breaking. In return, the Abbé de Ville, the French ambassador, as constantly invited the English and Austrian ambassadors upon the like occasions. The Abbé was a man of vivacity, and fond of punning. Agree[128]able to this humour, he one day proposed a toast in these terms: “The Rising Sun, my master,” alluding to the device and motto of Louis XIV.; which was pledged by the whole company. It came then to the Baron de Reisback’s turn to give a toast; and he, to countenance the Abbé, proposed the Moon, in compliment to the empress queen; which was greatly applauded. The turn then came to the Earl of Stair, on whom all eyes were fastened; but that nobleman, whose presence of mind never forsook him, drank his master, King William, by the name of Joshua, the son of Nun, who made the Sun and Moon stand still.
620. When Lord Stair was the ambassador in Holland, he frequently hosted parties, to which foreign ministers were always invited, including the ambassador from France, even though we were on the brink of a breakdown in relations with that country. In return, the Abbé de Ville, the French ambassador, also regularly invited the English and Austrian ambassadors to similar events. The Abbé was lively and enjoyed making puns. Agreeing with this playful spirit, he one day proposed a toast saying, “The Rising Sun, my master,” referencing the emblem and motto of Louis XIV.; which was toasted by everyone present. Next, it was Baron de Reisback's turn to make a toast; he, supporting the Abbé, proposed the Moon in honor of the empress queen, which received much applause. It then came to the Earl of Stair, and all eyes were on him; but that nobleman, known for his quick thinking, raised a toast to his master, King William, referring to him as Joshua, the son of Nun, who made the Sun and Moon stand still.
621. A Frenchman having called for some liquor at a public-house in England, was surprised at receiving it in a glass, alleging, he thought it appeared very little. You have enough for your money, replied the host, gruffly. That may be, said the other, but in France they always bring it in a measure. Ay, said the landlord, like enough; but we do not want to introduce French measures here.
621. A Frenchman ordered a drink at a pub in England and was surprised to receive it in a glass, saying it looked very small. “You’ve got enough for your money,” the landlord replied gruffly. “That may be true,” the Frenchman said, “but in France, they always serve it in a measure.” “Yeah,” the landlord said, “but we don’t want to start using French measurements here.”
622. The Khalif Haroun Alraschid was accosted one day by a poor woman, who complained that his soldiers had pillaged her house, and laid waste her grounds. The khalif desired her to remember the words of the Koran, That when princes go forth to battle, the people, through whose fields they pass, must suffer. Yes, said the woman, but it is also written in the same book, that the habitations of those princes, who authorize the injustice, shall be made desolate. This bold and just reply had a powerful effect on the khalif, who ordered immediate reparation to be made.
622. One day, Khalif Haroun Alraschid was approached by a poor woman who complained that his soldiers had looted her home and destroyed her land. The khalif asked her to remember the words of the Quran, that when rulers go to war, the people whose lands they walk through must suffer. Yes, the woman replied, but it is also written in that same book that the homes of those princes who permit such injustice shall be made desolate. This bold and just response had a strong impact on the khalif, who ordered immediate reparations to be made.
623. As the late beautiful Duchess of Devonshire was one day stepping out of her carriage, a dustman, who was accidentally standing by, and was about to regale himself with his accustomed whiff of tobacco, caught a glance of her countenance, and instantly exclaimed, Love and bless you, my lady, let me light my pipe in your eyes! It is said the duchess was so delighted with this compliment, that she frequently afterwards checked the strain of adulation, which was so constantly offered to her[129] charms, by saying, Oh! after the dustman’s compliment, all others are insipid.
623. One day, as the beautiful Duchess of Devonshire was getting out of her carriage, a dustman who happened to be nearby and was about to enjoy his usual puff of tobacco caught sight of her face and exclaimed, "Love and bless you, my lady, let me light my pipe in your eyes!" It's said that the duchess was so pleased by this compliment that she often responded to the constant flattery directed at her looks by saying, "Oh! After the dustman’s compliment, all others seem bland." [129]
624. A man carrying a cradle, was stopped by an old woman, and thus accosted: So, sir, you have got some of the fruits of matrimony. Softly, softly, old lady, said he, you mistake, this is merely the fruit-basket.
624. A man carrying a crib was stopped by an old woman, who said, “So, sir, you’ve got some of the rewards of marriage.” “Take it easy, old lady,” he replied, “you’re mistaken; this is just the fruit basket.”
625. A Jew who was condemned to be hanged, was brought to the gallows, and was just on the point of being turned off, when a reprieve arrived. Moses was informed of this, and it was expected he would instantly have quitted the cart, but he stayed to see his two fellow-travellers hanged; and being asked, Why he did not get about his business, he said, He waited to see if he could bargain with Maisther Ketsch for the two gentlemen’s clothes.
625. A Jew who was sentenced to be hanged was brought to the gallows and was just about to be executed when a reprieve came through. Moses was informed of this, and everyone expected he would quickly leave the cart, but he stayed to watch his two traveling companions get hanged. When he was asked why he didn’t just go about his business, he said he was waiting to see if he could negotiate with Master Ketsch for the two gentlemen’s clothes.
626. An English drummer having strolled from the camp, approached the French lines, and before he was aware, was seized by the piquet, and carried before the commander, on suspicion of being a spy, disguised in a drummer’s uniform. On being questioned, however, he honestly told the truth, and declared who and what he was. This not gaining credit, a drum was sent for, and he was desired to beat a couple of marches, which he readily performed, and thus removed the Frenchman’s suspicion of his assuming a fictitious character. But, my lad, said he, let me now hear you beat a retreat. A retreat? replied the drummer; I don’t know what it is, nor is it known in the English service! The French officer was so pleased with this spirited remark, that he dismissed the poor fellow, with a letter of recommendation to his general.
626. An English drummer, having wandered away from the camp, approached the French lines and, before he knew it, was captured by the sentries and brought before the commander on suspicion of being a spy in a drummer’s uniform. When questioned, he honestly stated his identity and explained who he was. This didn’t convince them, so they called for a drum and asked him to play a couple of marches, which he gladly did, easing the Frenchman’s worries about his disguise. But, my friend, he said, let me hear you play a retreat. A retreat? replied the drummer; I don’t know what that is, nor is it part of the English military! The French officer enjoyed this bold response so much that he let the poor guy go, giving him a letter of recommendation for his general.
627. A very volatile young lord, whose conquests in the female world were numberless, at last married. Now, my lord, said the countess, I hope you’ll mend. Madam, said he, you may depend upon it, this is my last folly.
627. A very unpredictable young lord, whose romantic conquests were countless, finally got married. "Now, my lord," said the countess, "I hope you'll change." "Madam," he replied, "you can count on it, this is my last mistake."
628. Susan, said an Irish footman the other day to his fellow servant, what are the joy bells ringing for again? In honour of the Duke of York’s birthday, Mr. Murphy.[130] Be aisy now, rejoined the Hibernian, none of your blarney—sure ’twas the Prince Regent’s on Tuesday, and how can it be his brother’s to-day, unless, indeed, they were twins?
628. Susan, an Irish footman said to his fellow servant the other day, why are the joy bells ringing again? In honor of the Duke of York’s birthday, Mr. Murphy.[130] Take it easy now, replied the Irishman, no more of your nonsense—wasn’t it the Prince Regent’s birthday on Tuesday, and how can it be his brother’s today, unless, of course, they were twins?
629. When General R— was quartered at a small town in Ireland, he and his lady were regularly besieged, whenever they got into their carriage, by an old beggar-woman, who kept her post at the door, assailing them daily with fresh importunities, and fresh tales of distress. At last the general’s charity and the lady’s patience were nearly exhausted, though their petitioner’s wit was still in its pristine vigour. One morning, at the accustomed hour, and close by the side of the carriage, the old woman began—Agh! my lady, success to your ladyship, and success to your honour’s honour this morning, of all the days in the year, for sure didn’t I dream last night that her ladyship gave me a pound of ta (tea) and that your honour gave me a pound of tobacco. But, my good woman, said the general, don’t you know that dreams always go by the rule of contrary? Do they so, plase your honour? rejoined the old woman; then it must be your honour that will give me the ta, and her ladyship that will give me the ’bacco.
629. When General R— was staying in a small town in Ireland, he and his wife were constantly approached by an old beggar woman who stationed herself at their door. Every time they got into their carriage, she bombarded them with new requests and stories of hardship. Eventually, the general's generosity and his wife's patience were nearly worn out, even though the beggar's cleverness remained sharp. One morning, at the usual time, right next to the carriage, the old woman began, "Ah! my lady, best wishes to your ladyship and your honor this morning, of all days, because didn’t I dream last night that your ladyship gave me a pound of tea and that your honor gave me a pound of tobacco? But, my good woman," said the general, "don't you know that dreams usually go in the opposite direction?" "Is that so, your honor?" replied the old woman; "then it must be your honor who will give me the tea, and her ladyship who will give me the tobacco."
630. A party of bon vivants, who had recently dined at a celebrated tavern, after having drank an immense quantity of wine, rang for the bill. It was accordingly brought, but the amount appeared so enormous to one of the company, (not quite so far gone as the rest,) that he stammered out, it was impossible so many bottles could have been drunk by seven persons. True, sir, said Boniface, but your honour forgets the three gentlemen under the table.
630. A group of party-goers, who had recently eaten at a famous tavern, after consuming a huge amount of wine, asked for the bill. It was brought to them, but the total seemed so outrageous to one of the guests (who wasn't quite as drunk as the others) that he stammered it was impossible for seven people to drink that many bottles. "True, sir," said Boniface, "but you forgot about the three gentlemen under the table."
631. The servant of a naval commander, an Irishman, one day let a tea-kettle fall into the sea, upon which he ran to his master, Arrah, an plase your honour, can anything be said to be lost, when you know where it is? Certainly not, replied the captain. Why then your kettle is at the bottom of the sea.
631. The servant of a naval commander, an Irishman, one day dropped a tea kettle into the sea. He rushed to his master and said, "Excuse me, sir, can anything really be considered lost if you know where it is?" "Definitely not," replied the captain. "Then your kettle is at the bottom of the sea."
632. Amiral Keppel being sent to Algiers, for the pur[131]pose of demanding satisfaction for the injuries done to his Britannic Majesty’s subjects, by the corsairs of that state, the Dey, enraged at the boldness of the ambassador, exclaimed, that he wondered at the insolence of the English monarch, in sending him a message by a foolish beardless boy. The admiral immediately replied, That if his master had supposed wisdom was to be measured by length of beard, he would have sent his Deyship a billy-goat.
632. Admiral Keppel was sent to Algiers to demand compensation for the injuries inflicted on his Britannic Majesty’s subjects by the corsairs of that state. The Dey, furious at the ambassador’s audacity, exclaimed that he was shocked by the English monarch's arrogance in sending him a message through a foolish, beardless boy. The admiral quickly replied that if his king believed that wisdom was determined by the length of a beard, he would have sent the Dey a billy-goat.
633. When Lord Anson once attacked a French squadron in the Bay of Biscay, and L’Invincible struck, Monsieur de la Jonquieu, who was the commander, was brought aboard the admiral’s ship, where seeing Le Glorieux, another of his squadron, engaged with an English vessel of superior force, he bowed, surrendered his sword, and said, My Lord, you have conquered the Invincible, and Glory must follow.
633. When Lord Anson attacked a French squadron in the Bay of Biscay, and L’Invincible was defeated, Monsieur de la Jonquieu, the commander, was brought aboard the admiral’s ship. Seeing Le Glorieux, another ship from his squadron, engaged with a stronger English vessel, he bowed, surrendered his sword, and said, “My Lord, you have conquered the Invincible, and Glory must follow.”
634. A fellow who loved laughing better than his meat, put a number of rams’ horns into a basket, and went up and down the streets at the west end of the town, crying, New fruit, new fruit, ho! as loud as he could bawl. Lord —— hearing the noise, put his head out of his drawing-room window, and asked the fellow to show him his fruit; which having looked at, he asked him if he was not ashamed thus to disturb a quiet neighbourhood; for who the devil, said the peer, do you think will buy horns? Well, master, replied the fellow, do not put yourself in a passion; though you are provided, I may meet with other men that are not.
634. A guy who loved laughing more than eating, put a bunch of ram's horns in a basket and walked through the streets at the west end of town shouting, "New fruit, new fruit, hey!" as loud as he could. A lord hearing the noise poked his head out of his drawing-room window and asked the guy to show him his fruit. After taking a look, he asked if he wasn't ashamed to disturb a quiet neighborhood, because who the heck, the lord said, do you think will buy horns? Well, replied the guy, don’t get so worked up; even though you’re set, I might run into others who aren’t.
635. Dean ——, when residing on a living in the country, had occasion one day to unite a rustic couple in the holy bands of matrimony. The ceremony being over, the husband began “to sink in resolution,” and falling (as some husbands might do) into a fit of repentance, he said, Your reverence has tied this knot tightly, I fancy, but, under favour, may I ask your reverence, if so be you could untie it again? Why no, replied the Dean, we never do that on this part of the consecrated ground. Where then? cried the man eagerly. On that, pointing to the burial ground.
635. Dean ——, while living in the countryside, had a chance one day to marry a local couple. After the ceremony, the husband started to have second thoughts and, falling into a moment of regret (as some husbands might), he said, "Your reverence has tied this knot tightly, I imagine, but, if you wouldn't mind, may I ask if you could untie it?" "No," replied the Dean, "we never do that on this consecrated ground." "Where then?" the man asked eagerly. "There," he said, pointing to the burial ground.
636. An Irish gentleman, in the warmth of national feeling, was praising Ireland for the cheapness of provisions; a salmon, he said, might be bought for sixpence, and a dozen mackerel for twopence. And pray, sir, how came you to leave so cheap a country? Arrah, my dear honey! exclaimed the Irishman, just because there were no sixpences and twopences to be got.
636. An Irish gentleman, feeling patriotic, was praising Ireland for its affordable food; he said a salmon could be purchased for six pence, and a dozen mackerel for two pence. "And tell me, sir, how did you end up leaving such an inexpensive country?" "Oh, my dear!" exclaimed the Irishman, "it's exactly because there were no six pences and two pences to be had."
637. The Spaniards do not often pay hyperbolical compliments, but one of their admired writers, speaking of a lady’s black eyes, said, That they were in mourning for the murders they had committed.
637. The Spaniards don’t usually give exaggerated compliments, but one of their respected authors, when talking about a lady’s black eyes, said that they were mourning for the lives they had taken.
638. An old gentleman of eighty-four, having taken to the altar a young damsel of about sixteen, the clergyman said to him: The font is at the other end of the church. What do I want with the font? said the old gentleman. Oh! I beg your pardon, said the clerical wit, I thought you had brought this child to be christened.
638. An eighty-four-year-old man, having brought a young girl of about sixteen to the altar, was told by the clergyman: The font is at the other end of the church. What do I need with the font? replied the old man. Oh! I’m sorry, said the clerical jokester, I thought you brought this girl to be baptized.
639. In a great storm at sea, when the ship’s crew were all at prayers, a boy burst into a violent fit of laughter; being reproved for his ill-timed mirth, and asked the reason of it—Why, said he, I was laughing to think what a hissing the boatswain’s red nose will make when it comes into the water. This ludicrous remark set the crew a-laughing, inspired them with new spirits, and by a great exertion they brought the vessel safe into port.
639. During a huge storm at sea, while the ship's crew was all praying, a boy suddenly burst out laughing uncontrollably. When he was scolded for his inappropriate laughter and asked why he was laughing, he replied, "I was just imagining how much noise the boatswain's red nose will make when it hits the water." His silly comment made the crew laugh, lifted their spirits, and with a tremendous effort, they managed to get the ship safely into port.
640. A bon vivant of fashion, brought to his death-bed by an immoderate use of wine, after having been seriously taken leave of by Dr. Pitcairn, and being told that he could not in all human probability survive many hours, and would die by eight o’clock next morning, exerted the small remains of his strength to call the doctor back, which having accomplished with difficulty, his loudest effort not exceeding a whisper, he said, with the true spirit of a gambler, Doctor, I’ll bet you a bottle I live till nine!
640. A fashion-loving socialite, brought to his deathbed by excessive drinking, after being seriously bid farewell by Dr. Pitcairn, who told him that he likely wouldn’t survive many hours and would pass away by eight o’clock the next morning, summoned the tiny bit of strength he had left to call the doctor back. After a struggle, with his loudest effort barely being a whisper, he said, with the true spirit of a gambler, “Doctor, I’ll bet you a bottle I’ll live until nine!”
641. Two Irish bricklayers were working at some houses, and one of them was boasting of the steadiness with which he could carry a load to any height. The[133] other contested the point, and the conversation ended in a bet that he could not carry him in his hod up a ladder to the top of the building. The experiment was made: Pat placed himself in the hod, and his comrade, after a great deal of care and exertion, succeeded in taking him up. Without any reflection on the danger he had escaped, the loser observed to the winner, To be sure, I have lost; but don’t you remember, about the third story you made a slip—I was then in hopes.
641. Two Irish bricklayers were working on some houses, and one of them was boasting about how steadily he could carry a load up to any height. The other one challenged him, and their conversation ended with a bet that he couldn't carry him in his hod up a ladder to the top of the building. The trial was done: Pat got in the hod, and his buddy, after a lot of careful effort, managed to lift him up. Without thinking about the danger he had just avoided, the loser said to the winner, "Sure, I lost; but don’t you remember, about the third story you slipped—I was really hoping then."
642. The Rev. Caleb Colton, nephew of Sir George Staunton, has related in a recent publication, the following anecdote: My late uncle, Sir G. Staunton told me a curious anecdote of old Kien Long, Emperor of China. He was inquiring of Sir George the manner in which physicians were paid in England. When, after some difficulty, his majesty was made to comprehend the system, he exclaimed, Is any man well in England that can afford to be ill? Now, I will inform you, said he, how I manage my physicians. I have four, to whom the care of my health is committed: a certain weekly salary is allowed them, but the moment I am ill, the salary stops till I am well again. I need not inform you my illnesses are usually short.
642. The Rev. Caleb Colton, nephew of Sir George Staunton, recently shared an interesting story: My late uncle, Sir G. Staunton, told me a funny tale about old Kien Long, the Emperor of China. He was asking Sir George how doctors get paid in England. After some difficulty in understanding the system, the emperor exclaimed, "Is there anyone in England who can afford to be sick?" Then he said, "Let me tell you how I handle my doctors. I have four doctors responsible for my health: they receive a weekly salary, but the moment I'm sick, the salary stops until I'm well again. I don’t need to tell you that my illnesses are usually brief."
643. The late Lord Norbury, some time since going as a judge on the Munster circuit, was, as usual, so strict in the administration of criminal justice, that few, of whose guilt there were any strong grounds of suspicion, were suffered to escape, merely through any slovenly flaws in the wording of their indictments, or doubts upon the testimony. Dining, as usual, with the seniors of the bar, at an inn, a gentleman, who sat near the judge, asked leave to help his lordship to part of a pickled tongue. Lord Norbury replied, he did not like pickled tongue; but if it had been hung, he would try it. Mr. Curran, who sat on the other side, said, that the defect was easily obviated; for if his lordship would only try it, it would certainly be hung.
643. The late Lord Norbury, some time ago while serving as a judge on the Munster circuit, was as strict as ever in enforcing criminal justice, so much so that few people with strong grounds of suspicion escaped, simply due to careless flaws in their indictments or doubts about the testimony. While dining, as usual, with senior members of the bar at an inn, a gentleman sitting near the judge asked if he could serve his lordship some pickled tongue. Lord Norbury responded that he didn’t like pickled tongue; however, if it had been hung, he would give it a try. Mr. Curran, sitting on the other side, remarked that the issue was easily fixed; he said if his lordship would just try it, it would definitely be hung.
644. A clergyman was reading the burial service over an Irish corpse, and having forgot which sex it was, on[134] coming to that part of the ceremony which reads thus: our dear brother or sister, the reverend gentleman stopped, and seeing Pat stand by, stepped back, and whispering to him, said, Is it a brother or a sister? Pat answered, Neither, it is only a relation.
644. A clergyman was reading the burial service for an Irish person, and having forgotten which sex they were, on[134] reaching the part of the ceremony that says: our dear brother or sister, the reverend gentleman paused, saw Pat standing by, and whispered to him, "Is it a brother or a sister?" Pat replied, "Neither, it's just a relative."
645. Sir J. S. Hamilton, lounging one day in Dalby’s chocolate house, when, after a long drought there fell a torrent of rain: a country gentleman observed, This is a most delightful rain; It will bring up everything out of the ground. By Jove, sir, said Sir John, I hope not; for I have sown three wives, and I should be very sorry to see them come up again.
645. Sir J. S. Hamilton was relaxing one day in Dalby’s chocolate house when, after a long dry spell, a heavy rain started pouring down. A country gentleman remarked, “This is such a wonderful rain; it will bring everything up from the ground.” Sir John replied, “I hope not, because I’ve buried three wives, and I’d be very unhappy to see them come back again.”
646. The father of an Irish student, seeing his son doing something improper, How now, sirrah, said he, did you ever see me do so when I was a boy?
646. The father of an Irish student, noticing his son doing something inappropriate, said, "Hey you, did you ever see me act like that when I was a kid?"
647. When Mr. Penn, a young gentleman well known for his eccentricities, walked from Hyde Park Corner to Hammersmith, for a wager of one hundred guineas, with the Honourable Butler Danvers, several gentlemen who had witnessed the contest spoke of it to the Duchess of Gordon, and added, It was a pity that a man with so many good qualities as this Penn had, should be incessantly playing these unaccountable pranks. It is so, said her grace, but why don’t you advise him better? He seems to be a pen that everybody cuts, but nobody mends.
647. When Mr. Penn, a young man well-known for his quirks, walked from Hyde Park Corner to Hammersmith, betting one hundred guineas with the Honourable Butler Danvers, several gentlemen who saw the event mentioned it to the Duchess of Gordon. They added that it was a shame a man with so many good qualities like Penn's kept playing these bizarre tricks. "That's true," said her grace, "but why don't you give him better advice? He seems to be a pen that everyone breaks, but nobody fixes."
648. David Hume and R. B. Sheridan were crossing the water to Holland, when a high gale arising, the philosopher seemed under great apprehension lest he should go to the bottom. Why, said his friend, that will suit your genius to a tittle; as for my part, I am only for skimming the surface.
648. David Hume and R. B. Sheridan were crossing the water to Holland when a strong wind picked up, and the philosopher appeared very worried that they might sink. "Why," said his friend, "that would suit your nature perfectly; as for me, I just want to stay on the surface."
649. Quin sometimes said things at once witty and wise. Disputing concerning the execution of Charles I., But by what laws, said his opponent, was he put to death? By all the laws that he had left them.
649. Quin sometimes said things that were both clever and insightful. While debating the execution of Charles I, his opponent asked, "But by what laws was he put to death?" Quin replied, "By all the laws he left them."
650. An English gentleman travelling through the Highlands, came to the inn of Letter Finlay, in the[135] braes of Lochaber. He saw no person near the inn, and knocked at the door. No answer. He knocked repeatedly, with as little success; he then opened the door, and walked in. On looking about, he saw a man lying on a bed, whom he hailed thus: Are there any Christians in this house? No, was the reply, we are all Camerons.
650. An English gentleman traveling through the Highlands arrived at the inn of Letter Finlay in the[135]braes of Lochaber. He didn't see anyone near the inn, so he knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked several more times, but with no luck; then he opened the door and walked in. Looking around, he saw a man lying on a bed and called out to him, "Are there any Christians in this house?" The reply came, "No, we are all Camerons."
651. Two bucks, lately sitting over a pint of wine, made up for the deficiency of port by the liveliness of their wit. After many jokes had passed, one of them took up a nut, and holding it to his friend, said, If this nut could speak, what would it say? Why, rejoined the other, it would say, give me none of your jaw.
651. Two guys, recently sitting over a pint of wine, made up for the lack of port with their lively banter. After a lot of jokes were exchanged, one of them picked up a nut and held it out to his friend, saying, "If this nut could talk, what would it say?" The other replied, "It would say, 'Stop talking so much.'"
652. A gentleman indisposed, and confined to his bed, sent his servant to see what hour it was by a sun-dial, which was fastened to a post in his garden. The servant was an Irishman, and being at a loss how to find the time, carried the sun-dial to his master, saying, Arrah, now look at it yourself: it is indeed all a mystery to me.
652. A man who was unwell and stuck in bed sent his servant to check the time using a sundial attached to a post in his garden. The servant was Irish and, unsure how to determine the time, brought the sundial back to his master, saying, "Oh come on, just look at it yourself; it’s a complete mystery to me."
653. A gentleman in the West Indies, who had frequently promised his friends to leave off drinking, without their discovering any improvement, was one morning called on early by an intimate friend, who met the negro boy at his door. Well, Sambo, said he, where is your master? Massa gone out, sare, was the reply. And has he left off drinking yet? rejoined the first. Oh yes, sure, said Sambo, massa leave off drinking—he leave off two-tree time dis morning.
653. A gentleman in the West Indies, who had often promised his friends to stop drinking, without anyone noticing any change, was visited early one morning by a close friend, who encountered a young boy at his door. "Well, Sambo," he said, "where's your master?" "Massa gone out, sare," was the reply. "And has he stopped drinking yet?" asked the friend. "Oh yes, sure," said Sambo, "massa leave off drinking—he leave off two or three times this morning."
654. An Irishman having been summoned to the Court of Requests at Guildhall, by an apothecary, for medicines, was asked by one of the commissioners what the plaintiff had from time to time served him with, to which he gave suitable answers. And pray, said the commissioner, what was the last thing he served you with? Why, your honour, replied the honest Hibernian, the last thing he served me with, please you, was the summons.
654. An Irishman was called to the Court of Requests at Guildhall by an apothecary over some medicine charges. One of the commissioners asked him what the plaintiff had provided him over time, to which he gave appropriate answers. And tell me, said the commissioner, what was the last thing he gave you? Well, your honor, replied the honest Irishman, the last thing he gave me, if you please, was the summons.
655. When George II. was once expressing his admi[136]ration of General Wolfe, some one observed that the general was mad. Oh! he is mad, is he! said the king, with great quickness, then I wish he would bite some of my other generals.
655. When George II was once praising General Wolfe, someone remarked that the general was crazy. Oh, he’s crazy, is he? the king replied quickly, then I wish he’d bite some of my other generals.
656. A sailor who had served on board the Romney, with Sir Home Popham, after returning home from India, finding that wigs were all in fashion, bespoke a red one, which he sported at Portsmouth, to the great surprise of his companions. On being asked the cause of the change of colour in his hair, he said it was occasioned by his bathing in the Red Sea.
656. A sailor who had served on the Romney with Sir Home Popham, after coming back from India, noticed that wigs were all the rage. He ordered a red one, which he wore in Portsmouth, surprising his friends. When they asked him why he changed the color of his hair, he said it was due to his bathing in the Red Sea.
657. 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, as if in search of something, she asked him what he looked for. I believe, madam, said he, I have dropped a guinea. No, sir, replied the lady, it is I that have dropped it.
657. A doctor who had seen a woman several times was paid a couple of guineas for each visit. Finally, as he was leaving, she only gave him one, which surprised him. As he looked down at the floor, as if searching for something, she asked him what he was looking for. "I believe, madam," he replied, "I've dropped a guinea." "No, sir," said the lady, "it's actually me who has dropped it."
658. A prudent poet, about the beginning of the civil, or rather uncivil, troubles for men of his kidney, in England’s rebellious days, was asked as he lay on his death-bed, how he would be buried? With my face downward; for in a short time England will be turned upside down, and then I shall be right.
658. A wise poet, around the start of the civil, or rather uncivil, troubles for people like him, during England’s rebellious days, was asked while lying on his deathbed, how he wanted to be buried. "With my face down," he said; "because soon England will be turned upside down, and then I’ll be right."
659. A boy having run away from school to go to sea, his friends wrote to him, that death would be perpetually staring him in the face; to which he replied, Well, what of that? every ship is provided with shrouds.
659. A boy who ran away from school to go to sea, his friends wrote to him that death would always be staring him in the face; to which he replied, Well, so what? every ship comes equipped with shrouds.
660. 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 I am not, replied the other.
660. A funny guy accidentally offended a cocky guy, who then told him he wasn't a gentleman. "Are you a gentleman?" the funny guy asked. "Yes, I am," the fancy guy replied. "Well, I'm really glad I'm not," the other guy responded.
661. Why you have never opened your mouth this session, said Sir Thomas Lethbridge to Mr. Gye. I beg your pardon, Sir Thomas, replied Mr. Gye; your speeches have made me open it very frequently. My jaws have ached with yawning.
661. "Why have you never spoken up this session?" Sir Thomas Lethbridge asked Mr. Gye. "I apologize, Sir Thomas," Mr. Gye replied, "your speeches have made me open my mouth quite a bit. My jaws have hurt from yawning."
662. A person who was famous for arriving just at dinner-time, upon going to a friend’s (where he was a frequent dropper in), was asked by the lady of the house if he would do as they did. On his replying he should be happy to have the pleasure, she replied, Dine at home then. A quietus for some time at least.
662. A guy who was known for showing up right at dinner time, when he went to a friend's house (where he often dropped by), was asked by the lady of the house if he would join them for dinner. When he replied that he would be happy to join, she said, “Then just eat at home.” A quietus for a while, at least.
663. As a worthy city baronet was gazing one evening at the gas lights in front of the Mansion-house, an old acquaintance came up to him, and said, Well, Sir William, are you studying astronomy? No, sir, replied the alderman. I am studying gastronomy. His friend looked astonished, and the baronet replied, Do you doubt my voracity? No, Sir William.
663. One evening, as a distinguished city baronet was looking at the gas lights in front of the Mansion House, an old friend approached him and said, "Well, Sir William, are you studying astronomy?" "No, sir," replied the alderman. "I’m studying gastronomy." His friend looked surprised, and the baronet added, "Do you doubt my appetite?" "No, Sir William."
664. A certain cit, who had suddenly risen into wealth by monopolies and contracts, from a very low condition in life, stood up in the pit of the opera with his hat on; the Duchess of Gordon whispered to a lady, We must forgive that man: he has so short a time been used to the luxury of a hat, that he does not know when to pull it off.
664. A man who had quickly become wealthy from monopolies and contracts, after starting from humble beginnings, stood in the opera pit with his hat on; the Duchess of Gordon leaned over to a lady and said, "We should forgive that guy: he’s only just gotten used to the luxury of wearing a hat, so he doesn’t know when to take it off."
665. A person disputing with Peter Pindar, said, in great heat, that he did not like to be thought a scoundrel. I wish, replied Peter, that you had as great a dislike to being a scoundrel.
665. A person arguing with Peter Pindar said, very heatedly, that he didn’t like being seen as a scoundrel. I wish, replied Peter, that you felt just as strongly about being a scoundrel.
666. A lady in Calcutta asked Colonel Ironsides for a mango. As he rolled it along the table, it fell into a plate of kissmists, a kind of grape very common in the East Indies: upon which Dr. Hunter, a gentleman as eminent for his wit as for his skill in his profession, neatly observed, How naturally man-goes to kiss-miss.
666. A woman in Calcutta asked Colonel Ironsides for a mango. As he rolled it along the table, it fell into a plate of kissmists, a type of grape that’s very common in the East Indies. At that moment, Dr. Hunter, a man known for his wit as much as for his expertise in his field, remarked cleverly, "How naturally man goes to kiss miss."
667. At one of those large convivial parties which distinguished the table of Major Hobart, when he was Secretary in Ireland, amongst the usual loyal toasts, The wooden walls of England! being given, Sir John Hamilton, in his turn, gave The wooden walls of Ireland! The toast being quite new, he was asked for an explanation: upon which, filling a bumper, he very gravely stood up, and, bowing to the Marquis of Water[138]ford and several country gentlemen, who commanded county regiments, he said, My lords and gentlemen, I have the pleasure of giving you The wooden walls of Ireland—the colonels of militia.
667. At one of those big friendly parties hosted by Major Hobart when he was the Secretary in Ireland, during the usual loyal toasts, someone proposed “The wooden walls of England!” In response, Sir John Hamilton stood up and proposed “The wooden walls of Ireland!” Since the toast was something new, he was asked to explain it. He then filled a glass and, with a serious demeanor, stood up, bowed to the Marquis of Water[138]ford and several local gentlemen commanding county regiments, and said, “My lords and gentlemen, I have the pleasure of presenting to you ‘The wooden walls of Ireland’—the colonels of militia.”
668. When it was debated about sending bishops to America, much was said pro and con. One gentleman wondered that anybody should object to it; For my part, said he, I wish all our bishops were sent to America.
668. When the idea of sending bishops to America was discussed, there were many opinions for and against it. One man expressed his disbelief that anyone would oppose it; "For my part," he said, "I wish all our bishops were sent to America."
669. Dr. Parr once called a clergyman a fool, who, indeed, was little better. The clergyman said he would complain of this usage to the bishop. Do, said the doctor, and my lord bishop will confirm you.
669. Dr. Parr once called a clergyman a fool, who was really not much different. The clergyman said he would report this to the bishop. Go ahead, said the doctor, and my lord bishop will back you up.
670. Ralph Wewitzer, ordering a box of candles, said he hoped they would be better than the last. The chandler said he was very sorry to hear them complained of, as they were as good as he could make. Why, said Ralph, they were very well till about half burnt down, but after that they would not burn any longer.
670. Ralph Wewitzer, while ordering a box of candles, expressed his hope that they would be better than the last ones. The chandler apologized for the complaints, stating that they were as good as he could produce. Ralph replied that they were fine until they were about halfway burned, but after that, they wouldn't burn anymore.
671. Piavano Arloto, a buffoon, boasted that in all his life he never spoke truth. Except, replied another, at this present moment.
671. Piavano Arloto, a clown, bragged that in his entire life he never spoke the truth. "Except," replied another, "right now."
672. A Cantab, who happened to be under Sir B. Harwood, when professor, was enjoined to live temperately, as a cure for his malady. The doctor called upon him one day, and found him enjoying himself over a bottle of Madeira. Ah, doctor! exclaimed the patient, at the same time reaching out his hand to bid him welcome, I am glad to see you; you are just in time to taste the first bottle of some prime Madeira! Ah! replied Sir Busack, these bottles of Madeira will never do—they are the cause of all your sufferings! Are they so? cried the patient, then fill your glass, my dear doctor; for, since we know the cause, the sooner we get rid of it the better.
672. A Cambridge student, who happened to be under Sir B. Harwood when he was a professor, was advised to live a balanced life as a remedy for his illness. One day, the doctor visited him and found him enjoying a bottle of Madeira. “Ah, doctor!” exclaimed the patient, reaching out his hand to greet him, “I’m glad to see you; you’re just in time to try the first bottle of some great Madeira!” “Ah!” replied Sir Busack, “these bottles of Madeira won’t do you any good—they're the reason for all your problems!” “Is that so?” shouted the patient, “Then fill your glass, my dear doctor; since we know the cause, the sooner we get rid of it, the better.”
673. A late wit, at the time when the revolutionary names of the months (Thermidor, Floréal, Nivose, &c.) were adopted in France, proposed to extend the innovation to our own language, somewhat on the following[139] model: Freezy, Sneezy, Breezy, Wheezy; Showery, Lowery, Flowery, Bowery; Snowy, Flowy, Blowy, Glowy.
673. A clever person, during the period when the revolutionary names of the months (Thermidor, Floréal, Nivose, etc.) were introduced in France, suggested that we should do something similar in our own language, inspired by the following[139] model: Freezy, Sneezy, Breezy, Wheezy; Showery, Lowery, Flowery, Bowery; Snowy, Flowy, Blowy, Glowy.
674. A duel, between M. de Langerie and M. de Montande, both remarkable for their ugliness, had a very comic catastrophe. Arrived at the place of fighting, M. de Langerie stared his adversary in the face, and said, I have just reflected; I can’t fight with you. With this he returned his sword to its scabbard. How, sir, what does this mean? It means that I shall not fight. What! you insult me, and refuse to give me satisfaction? If I have insulted you, I ask a thousand pardons, but I have an insurmountable reason for not fighting with you. But, sir, may one know it? It will offend you. No, sir. You assure me? Yes, I assure you. Well, sir, this it is: if we fight, according to all appearances I shall kill you, and then I shall remain the ugliest fellow in the kingdom. His adversary could not help laughing, and they returned to the city good friends.
674. A duel between M. de Langerie and M. de Montande, both known for their ugliness, had a very funny ending. When they arrived at the duel location, M. de Langerie looked his opponent in the eye and said, "I've just realized that I can’t fight you." With that, he put his sword back in its sheath. "What? What does this mean?" "It means I won’t fight." "What! You insult me and refuse to give me satisfaction?" "If I insulted you, I apologize a thousand times, but I have a compelling reason not to fight you." "But, may I know what it is?" "It will upset you." "No, really?" "Yes, I promise you." "Well, then, here it is: if we fight, from what I can see, I’ll probably kill you, and then I’ll still be the ugliest guy in the kingdom." His opponent couldn’t help but laugh, and they went back to the city as good friends.
675. A clergyman, on leaving church, was complimented by one of his friends on the discourse he had been delivering. South himself, exclaimed the delighted auditor, never preached a better. You are right, replied the honest divine,—it was the very best he ever did preach.
675. A pastor, after leaving church, was praised by one of his friends for the sermon he had given. The delighted listener exclaimed that South himself never preached a better one. You're right, replied the honest pastor—it was the very best he ever preached.
676. On a remarkably hot summer’s day, an Irishman, thinly and openly dressed, sitting down in a violent perspiration, was cautioned against catching cold. Catch it? said he, wiping his face, where? I wish I could catch it.
676. On an incredibly hot summer day, an Irishman, dressed lightly, sitting there in a heavy sweat, was warned about catching a cold. "Catch it?" he said, wiping his face, "Where? I wish I could catch it."
677. Sheridan made his appearance one day in a pair of new boots—these attracting the notice of some of his friends, Now guess, said he, how I came by these boots? Many probable guesses then took place. No! said Sheridan, no, you’ve not hit it, nor ever will; I bought them, and paid for them.
677. One day, Sheridan showed up wearing a new pair of boots, which caught the attention of some friends. "Now guess how I got these boots?" he asked. A lot of guesses came up. "Nope," Sheridan said, "you’re not even close, and you never will be; I bought them, and I paid for them."
678. A gentleman, long famous for the aptitude of his puns, observing a violent fracas in the front of a gin-shop, facetiously termed it the battle of A-gin-court.
678. A man, well-known for his clever puns, saw a wild fight outside a bar and jokingly called it the battle of A-gin-court.
679. When Lord Sandwich was to present Admiral Campbell, he told him, that, probably, the king would knight him. The admiral did not much relish the honour. Well, but, said Lord S., perhaps Mrs. Campbell will like it. Then let the king knight her, answered the rough seaman.
679. When Lord Sandwich was about to present Admiral Campbell, he mentioned that the king would probably knight him. The admiral wasn’t very enthusiastic about the honor. "Well," said Lord Sandwich, "maybe Mrs. Campbell will appreciate it." "Then let the king knight her," replied the blunt sailor.
680. A father, exhorting his son to early rising, related a story of a person who, early one morning, found a large purse of money. Well, replied the youth, but the person who lost it rose earlier.
680. A father, encouraging his son to wake up early, shared a story about someone who found a large bag of money one early morning. "That's great," the son replied, "but the person who lost it woke up even earlier."
681. Reynolds, the dramatist, observing to Martin the thinness of the house at one of his own plays, added, He supposed it was owing to the war. No, replied the latter, it is owing to the piece.
681. Reynolds, the playwright, pointed out to Martin how empty the theater was at one of his plays and said he thought it was because of the war. "No," Martin replied, "it's because of the play."
682. A physician being sent for, by a maker of universal specifics, expressed his surprise at being called in on an occasion apparently so trifling. Not so trifling neither, replied the quack, for, to tell you the truth, I have taken some of my own pills.
682. A doctor was called by a maker of miracle cures and was surprised to be brought in for what seemed like a small issue. "It's not as small as you think," replied the fraud, "because, to be honest, I've taken some of my own pills."
683. About the time when Murphy so successfully attacked the stage-struck heroes in the pleasant farce of ‘The Apprentice,’ an e‘inent poulterer went to a spouting-club in search of his servant, who, he understood, was that evening to make his debut in Lear, and entered the room at the moment he was exclaiming, “I am the king; you cannot touch me for coining.” No, you dog, cried the enraged master, catching the mad monarch by his collar, but I can for not picking the ducks.
683. Around the time when Murphy skillfully mocked the stage-struck heroes in the entertaining play ‘The Apprentice,’ a well-known poulterer went to a spouting club looking for his servant, who he heard was going to make his debut in Lear that evening. He walked into the room just as the servant was shouting, “I am the king; you can’t touch me for coining.” No, you fool, the furious master shouted, grabbing the crazy king by his collar, but I can for not picking the ducks.
684. A West Indian, who had a remarkably fiery nose, sleeping in his chair, a negro-boy, who was in waiting, observed a musquito hovering about his face. Quashi eyed the insect very attentively, and at last saw him alight upon his master’s nose, and immediately fly off again. Ah! exclaimed the negro, me glad to see you burn your foot.
684. A West Indian man, who had an exceptionally bright red nose, was dozing in his chair when a young black boy who was nearby noticed a mosquito buzzing around his face. The boy watched the insect closely and finally saw it land on his master's nose before quickly flying away. "Ah!" exclaimed the boy, "I'm glad to see you get stung!"
685. Sheridan was dining with Lord Thurlow, when he produced some admirable Constantia, which had been sent him from the Cape of Good Hope. The wine tickled[141] the palate of Sheridan, who saw the bottle emptied with uncommon regret, and set his wits to work to get another. The old Chancellor was not to be so easily induced to produce his curious Cape in such profusion, and foiled all Sheridan’s attempts to get another glass. Sheridan being piqued, and seeing the inutility of persecuting the immovable pillar of the law, turned towards a gentleman sitting farther down, and said, Sir, pass me up that decanter, for I must return to Madeira since I cannot double the Cape.
685. Sheridan was having dinner with Lord Thurlow when he brought out some excellent Constantia that had been sent to him from the Cape of Good Hope. The wine delighted Sheridan’s palate, and he felt a deep sense of regret as the bottle was emptied, prompting him to think of ways to get another. The old Chancellor wasn't easily persuaded to share more of his rare Cape wine, successfully blocking all of Sheridan’s attempts for another glass. Frustrated and realizing it was pointless to keep trying with the unyielding figure of the law, Sheridan turned to a gentleman sitting further down and said, “Sir, pass me that decanter, as I must return to Madeira since I cannot sail around the Cape.”
686. Two city merchants conversing upon business at the door of the New York Coffee-house, one of them made some remarks on the badness of the times; and perceiving at the moment, a flight of pigeons passing over their heads, he exclaimed, How happy are those pigeons! they have no acceptances to provide for. To which the other replied, You are rather in error, my friend, for they have their bills to provide for as well as we!
686. Two city merchants were chatting about business at the door of the New York Coffee-house when one of them commented on how tough times were. At that moment, he noticed a flock of pigeons flying overhead and exclaimed, "How lucky those pigeons are! They don’t have any bills to worry about." The other replied, "You’re mistaken, my friend, because they have their own bills to take care of just like we do!"
687. An Irishman having lost an eye, a friend of his recommended him to one of our famous oculists, with whom he agreed to give ten guineas for a very beautiful one shown him among the rest. He actually called the next day to abuse him for having sold him an eye with which he could not see.
687. An Irishman who lost an eye had a friend recommend him to one of our well-known eye doctors. He agreed to pay ten guineas for a very nice one that he was shown among others. The next day, he actually returned to complain about being sold an eye that he couldn’t see with.
688. An Irish soldier pretending dumbness, and the surgeon of the regiment, after several attempts to restore him, declaring him incurable, was discharged. He, a short time afterwards enlisted in another corps, and being recognized by an old comrade, and questioned how he learned to speak? By the powers, replied Terence, ten guineas would make any man speak.
688. An Irish soldier pretended to be mute, and the regiment's surgeon, after several attempts to help him, declared him incurable and discharged him. Shortly afterward, he joined another unit, and an old comrade recognized him and asked how he learned to speak. "By the powers," Terence replied, "ten guineas could make any man talk."
689. A singer once complaining to Mr. Jeffery, that himself and his brother (both of whom were deemed simpletons), had been ordered to take ass’s milk, but that on account of its expensiveness, he hardly knew what they should do. Do! cried Mr. Jeffery, why suck one another, to be sure.
689. A singer once complained to Mr. Jeffery that he and his brother (both considered simpletons) had been told to drink ass's milk, but because it was so expensive, he didn't know what they should do. "Do?" Mr. Jeffery exclaimed, "Why not just suck on each other, of course!"
690. A Cantab, one day observing a ragamuffin-looking boy scratching his head at the door of Stevenson, the bookseller, in Cambridge, where he was begging, and thinking to pass a joke upon him, said, So, Jack, you are picking them out, are you? Nah, sar, retorted the urchin, I takes ’em as they come!
690. A student from Cambridge was watching a scruffy-looking boy scratching his head at the door of Stevenson, the bookseller, where he was begging. Wanting to make a joke, he said, "So, Jack, are you picking and choosing?" The boy replied, "Nah, sir, I take them as they come!"
691. An Irish gardener seeing a boy stealing some fruit, swore, if he caught him there again, he’d lock him up in the ice-house, and warm his jacket.
691. An Irish gardener saw a boy stealing some fruit and swore that if he caught him there again, he’d lock him up in the ice house and warm him up.
692. Swift’s Stella, who was an Irish lady, being extremely ill, her physician said, Madam, you are certainly near the bottom of the hill, but we shall endeavour to get you up again. She replied, Doctor, I am afraid I shall be out of breath before I get to the top again.
692. Swift’s Stella, an Irish lady, was very sick. Her doctor said, "Madam, you are definitely at the bottom of the hill, but we will try to help you climb back up." She responded, "Doctor, I’m afraid I’ll be out of breath before I reach the top again."
693. A lady observing in company, how glorious and useful a body the sun was,—Why, yes, madam, said an Irish gentleman present, the sun is a very fine body, to be sure; but, in my opinion, the moon is much more useful; for the moon affords us light in the night-time, when we really want it; whereas we have the sun with us in the day-time, when we have no occasion for it.
693. A lady in a group remarked how amazing and helpful the sun was. "Well, yes, ma'am," said an Irish gentleman there, "the sun is indeed impressive, no doubt; but I believe the moon is way more useful. The moon gives us light at night when we actually need it, while the sun shines during the day when we don’t really require it."
694. Doctor Lucas, the celebrated Irish patriot, having, after a very sharp contest, carried the election as a representative in parliament for the city of Dublin, was met, a few days after, by a lady whose whole family were very warm in the interest of the unsuccessful candidate; Well, doctor, said she, I find you have gained the election. Yes, madam. No wonder, sir: all the blackguards voted for you. No, madam, your two sons did not, returned the doctor.
694. Doctor Lucas, the well-known Irish patriot, after a tough battle, won the election as a representative in parliament for the city of Dublin. A few days later, he encountered a lady whose entire family strongly supported the losing candidate. "Well, doctor," she said, "I see you won the election." "Yes, madam." "No surprise there, sir; all the scoundrels voted for you." "No, madam, your two sons didn't," the doctor replied.
695. Anthony Pasquin one day leaning over the Margate Pier, after a tremendous storm on the preceding night, You have had a blustering night of it, said he, to an Irish sailor, who stood near him, but after a storm comes a calm. By my sowl, and so it ought, said Pat, for the winds and the waves had a hard night’s bout of it, and it’s time for them to rest themselves.
695. One day, Anthony Pasquin was leaning over the Margate Pier after a huge storm the night before. “You had quite a rough night,” he said to an Irish sailor nearby. “But after a storm comes a calm.” “By my soul, it sure should,” replied Pat, “because the winds and the waves had a tough night, and it's time for them to get some rest.”
696. An Irishman, speaking of the rapacity of the clergy in exacting their tithes, said, By Jasus, let a farmer be ever so poor, they won’t fail to make him pay his full tenths, whether he can or not; nay, they would instead of a tenth take a twentieth, if the law permitted them.
696. An Irishman, talking about how greedy the clergy are in collecting their tithes, said, "By Jesus, no matter how poor a farmer is, they won’t hesitate to make him pay his full tenth, whether he can afford it or not; in fact, they would take a twentieth instead of a tenth if the law allowed it."
697. When Dr. Franklin applied to the King of Prussia to lend his assistance to America, Pray, doctor, said the veteran, what is the object you mean to attain? Liberty, sire, replied the philosopher of Philadelphia: liberty! that freedom which is the birth-right of man. The king, after a short pause, made this memorable and kingly answer: I was born a prince, I am become a king, and I will not use the power which I possess to the ruin of my own trade.
697. When Dr. Franklin asked the King of Prussia for help for America, the veteran replied, “Tell me, doctor, what is your goal?” “Liberty, your majesty,” responded the philosopher from Philadelphia. “Liberty! That freedom that is every person's birthright.” After a brief pause, the king gave this memorable and regal response: “I was born a prince, I have become a king, and I will not use the power I have to destroy my own trade.”
698. Two gentlemen at Bath having a difference, one went to the other’s door early in the morning, and wrote ‘Scoundrel’ upon it. The other called upon his neighbour, and was answered by his servant, that his master was not at home, but if he had anything to say he might leave it with him. No, no, said he, I was only going to return your master’s visit, as he left his name at my door this morning.
698. Two gentlemen in Bath had a disagreement, so one of them went to the other's house early in the morning and wrote 'Scoundrel' on the door. The other gentleman came to visit his neighbor and was told by the servant that his master wasn't home, but if he had a message, he could leave it with him. "No, no," he replied, "I just wanted to return your master's visit since he left his name at my door this morning."
699. A robustious countryman, meeting a physician, ran to hide behind a wall; being asked the cause, he replied, It is so long since I have been sick, that I am ashamed to look a physician in the face.
699. A strong country guy, seeing a doctor, ran to hide behind a wall; when asked why, he replied, "I haven't been sick in so long that I'm embarrassed to look a doctor in the face."
700. A Cantab being out of ready cash, went in haste to a fellow-student to borrow, who happened to be in bed at the time. Shaking him, the Cantab demanded, Are you asleep? Why? said the student. Because, replied the other, I want to borrow half-a-crown. Then, answered the student, I’m asleep.
700. A student at Cambridge found himself short on cash, so he rushed to a fellow student to borrow some money, who happened to be in bed at that moment. After shaking him awake, the Cambridge student asked, "Are you asleep?" "Why?" replied the student. "Because I want to borrow two shillings and sixpence." "Then," the student said, "I’m asleep."
701. Through an avenue of trees, at the back of Trinity College, a church may be seen at a considerable distance, the approach to which affords no very pleasing scenery. The late Professor Porson, on a time, walking that way with a friend and observing the church,[144] remarked, That it put him in mind of a fellowship, which was a long dreary walk, with a church at the end of it.
701. Through a path lined with trees at the back of Trinity College, you can see a church from a long way off, but the way there isn't very pleasant. The late Professor Porson once walked that route with a friend and, noticing the church,[144] commented that it reminded him of a fellowship, which felt like a long, dull walk leading to a church at the end.
702. A certain lodging-house was very much infested by vermin; a gentleman who slept there one night, told the landlady so in the morning, when she said, La, sir, we haven’t a single one in the house. No, ma’am, said he, they’re all married, and have large families too.
702. A certain boarding house was really infested with pests; a man who stayed there one night told the landlady so in the morning when she said, “Oh, sir, we don't have any in the house.” “No, ma’am,” he replied, “they're all married and have big families too.”
703. One of the check-takers (an Irishman) at the Zoological Society’s Garden, mentioned to a friend, that the Queen had visited the garden incog. on a particular day. Why, said the person he was informing, It is odd we never heard of it! Oh, not at all, at all, rejoined Pat: for she didn’t come like a queen; but clane and dacent like another lady!
703. One of the check-takers (an Irishman) at the Zoological Society’s Garden told a friend that the Queen had visited the garden incognito on a certain day. "It's strange we never heard about it!" the guy replied. "Oh, not at all," Pat responded. "She didn’t come like a queen; she came clean and decent like any other lady!"
704. An officer in full regimentals passing through a street in Dublin, apprehensive lest he should come in contact with a chimney sweep that was pressing towards him, exclaimed, Hold off, you black rascal. You were as black as me before you were boiled, cried sooty.
704. An officer in full uniform walking through a street in Dublin, worried that he might bump into a chimney sweep coming towards him, shouted, "Stay away, you dirty rascal." "You were just as filthy as I am before you got cleaned up," replied the soot-covered man.
705. Voltaire, in the presence of an Englishman, was one day enlarging with great warmth in the praise of Haller, extolling him as a great poet, a great naturalist, and a man of universal attainments. The Englishman, who had been on a visit to Haller, answered, that it was handsome in Monsieur de Voltaire to speak so favourably of Monsieur Haller, inasmuch as Monsieur Haller was by no means so liberal to Monsieur de Voltaire. Alas! said Voltaire, with an air of philosophic indulgence, I dare to say we are both very much mistaken!
705. One day, Voltaire was enthusiastically praising Haller in front of an Englishman, calling him a great poet, a remarkable naturalist, and a man of many talents. The Englishman, who had recently visited Haller, replied that it was generous of Monsieur de Voltaire to speak so positively about Monsieur Haller, considering that Monsieur Haller was not quite as generous towards Monsieur de Voltaire. "Oh dear!" said Voltaire with a tone of philosophical acceptance, "I must admit that we are both quite mistaken!"
706. One day, when Sir Isaac Heard was with his majesty King George III., it was announced that his majesty’s horse was ready to start for hunting. Sir Isaac, said the monarch, are you a judge of horses? In my younger days, please your majesty, was the reply, I was a great deal among them. What do you think of this, then? said the king, who was by this time preparing to mount his favourite; and without waiting for an answer, added, We call him Perfection. A most appropriate[145] name, replied the courtly herald, bowing as his majesty reached the saddle, for he bears the best of characters!
706. One day, while Sir Isaac Heard was with King George III, it was announced that the king's horse was ready to head out for hunting. "Sir Isaac," said the king, "are you a judge of horses?" "In my younger days, your majesty, I spent quite a bit of time around them," he replied. "What do you think of this one, then?" asked the king, who was getting ready to mount his favorite. Without waiting for a response, he added, "We call him Perfection." "A perfect name," replied the herald, bowing as the king got into the saddle, "because he has the best reputation!"
707. At Worcester Assizes, a cause was tried about the soundness of a horse, in which a clergyman, not educated in the school of Tattersall, appeared as a witness. He was confused in giving his evidence, and a furious blustering counsellor, who examined him, was at last tempted to exclaim, Pray, sir, do you know the difference between a horse and a cow? I acknowledge my ignorance, replied the clergyman: I hardly know the difference between a horse and a cow, or a bully and a bull; only that a bull, I am told, has horns, and a bully, bowing respectfully to the counsellor, luckily for me, has none.
707. At the Worcester Assizes, a case was tried regarding the soundness of a horse, where a clergyman, who wasn’t trained in the ways of Tattersall, came forward as a witness. He struggled while giving his testimony, and a loud, aggressive lawyer questioning him eventually couldn't help but shout, “Excuse me, sir, do you even know the difference between a horse and a cow?” The clergyman replied, “I admit my ignorance; I barely know the difference between a horse and a cow, or a bully and a bull — only that a bull, as I've been told, has horns, and a bully, bowing politely to the lawyer, fortunately for me, does not.”
708. In a certain company, the conversation having fallen on the subject of craniology, and the organ of drunkenness being alluded to among others, a lady suggested that this must be the barrel-organ.
708. In a certain company, the conversation turned to the topic of craniology, and the organ of drunkenness was mentioned among others. A lady suggested that this must be the barrel-organ.
709. The colonel of the Perthshire cavalry, was lately complaining, that, from the ignorance and inattention of his officers, he was obliged to do the whole duty of the regiment. I am, said he, my own captain, my own lieutenant, my own cornet. And trumpeter also, I presume, said a certain witty duchess.
709. The colonel of the Perthshire cavalry was recently complaining that, due to the ignorance and lack of attention from his officers, he had to handle all the duties of the regiment himself. "I am my own captain, my own lieutenant, my own cornet," he said. "And trumpeter too, I guess," replied a witty duchess.
710. The late celebrated Dr. Brown paid his addresses to a lady for many years, but unsuccessfully; during which time he had always accustomed himself to propose her health, whenever he was called upon for a lady. But being observed one evening to omit it, a gentleman reminded him, that he had forgotten to toast his favourite lady. Why, indeed, said the doctor, I find it all in vain; I have toasted her so many years and cannot make her Brown, that I am determined to toast her no longer.
710. The late celebrated Dr. Brown pursued a lady for many years, but without success; during that time, he always made a point to propose a toast to her whenever he was asked to toast a lady. However, one evening, when he forgot to do so, a gentleman pointed out that he had missed toasting his favorite lady. "Well, actually," said the doctor, "I see it’s all pointless; I’ve toasted her for so many years and still can't win her over, so I've decided to stop toasting her."
711. Mr. Henry Erskine, celebrated for his elegant repartee, being in company with the beautiful Duchess of Gordon, asked her, Are we never again to enjoy the pleasure of your grace’s society in Edinburgh? Oh! said she, Edinburgh is a vile dull place, I hate it. Madam,[146] replied the gallant barrister, the sun might as well say, this is a vile dark morning, I won’t rise to-day.
711. Mr. Henry Erskine, known for his witty remarks, was with the beautiful Duchess of Gordon and asked her, “Will we never again have the pleasure of your company in Edinburgh?” She replied, “Oh! Edinburgh is such a dull place; I hate it.” He responded, “Madam,[146] the sun might as well say, ‘This is a terrible dark morning, I won't rise today.’”
712. Serjeant Maynard, an eminent counsellor, waiting with the body of the law upon the Prince of Orange (afterwards King William) on his arrival in London, the prince took notice of his great age, the serjeant then being near ninety. Sir, said he, you have outlived all the men of the law of your younger years. I should have outlived even the law itself, replied the serjeant, if your highness had not arrived.
712. Serjeant Maynard, a well-known lawyer, was waiting with the legal documents for the Prince of Orange (later King William) when he arrived in London. The prince noted his old age, as the serjeant was nearly ninety. "Sir," he said, "you have outlived all the legal figures from your younger days." "I would have outlived even the law itself," replied the serjeant, "if your highness hadn't arrived."
713. When Skelton published his ‘Deism Revealed,’ the Bishop of London asked the Bishop of Clogher if he knew the author? Oh yes, he has been a curate in my diocese near these twenty years. More shame for your lordship to allow a man of his merit to continue so long a curate in your diocese, was the reply.
713. When Skelton published his ‘Deism Revealed,’ the Bishop of London asked the Bishop of Clogher if he knew the author. Oh yes, he has been a curate in my diocese for almost twenty years. It’s quite shameful for your lordship to let a man of his talent stay a curate in your diocese for so long, was the reply.
714. A gentleman had a cask of Armenian wine, from which his servant stole a large quantity. When the master perceived the deficiency, he diligently inspected the top of the cask, but could find no traces of an opening. Look if there be not a hole in the bottom, said a by-stander. Blockhead, he replied, do you not see that the deficiency is at the top, and not at the bottom?
714. A gentleman had a barrel of Armenian wine, from which his servant stole a large amount. When the master noticed the shortage, he carefully examined the top of the barrel but couldn't find any signs of an opening. "Check if there's a hole in the bottom," suggested a bystander. "You fool," he replied, "don't you see that the shortage is at the top, not the bottom?"
715. Malherbe, the famous reformer of French poetry, and of the French language, dined one day at the table of a bishop, who was to preach a sermon the same evening, but who was more hospitable than eloquent. The dinner was good, the wines delicious; and the poet having freely partaken of both, began to nod, for want of enlivening conversation. When the hour came for the bishop’s going to church, he shook Malherbe by the arm, and said, It is time to start, Malherbe:—you know I am to preach this evening. Ah, my lord, said the poet, be so good as to excuse me, for I can sleep very well where I am.
715. Malherbe, the renowned reformer of French poetry and the French language, had dinner one day at a bishop's table, who was set to give a sermon that evening but was more welcoming than articulate. The meal was good, and the wines were excellent; after enjoying both, the poet began to doze off, lacking stimulating conversation. When the time came for the bishop to head to church, he nudged Malherbe and said, "It's time to go, Malherbe—you know I’m preaching tonight." "Oh, my lord," the poet replied, "please excuse me, as I can sleep just fine right where I am."
716. A curate of great learning and merit, but without any prospect of preferment, found an opportunity of preaching before Bishop Hough, who was so well pleased[147] with his discourse and manner of delivery, that after service he sent his compliments to him, desiring to know his name, and where his living was. My duty to his lordship, replied the clergyman, and tell him my name is Lewis; that living I have none; but my starving is in Wales. The bishop soon after presented him to a valuable benefice.
716. A highly educated and talented curate, who had no chance of getting a better position, got the opportunity to preach for Bishop Hough. The bishop was so impressed with his speech and presentation that after the service, he sent his compliments, asking to know his name and where he was serving. "Please give my regards to his lordship," replied the clergyman, "and tell him my name is Lewis; I don’t have a living, but I’m struggling in Wales." The bishop soon after gave him a valuable position.
717. King John being shewn a stately monument erected over the grave of a nobleman who had rebelled against him, and being advised to deface it, answered, No, no, I wish all my enemies were as honourably buried.
717. King John was shown a grand monument built over the grave of a nobleman who had rebelled against him, and when he was advised to destroy it, he replied, "No, no, I wish all my enemies were buried with such honor."
718. One day James the Second, in the middle of his courtiers, made use of this assertion: I never knew a modest man make his way at court. To this observation one of the gentlemen present boldly replied: And please your majesty, whose fault is that? The king remained silent.
718. One day, James the Second, surrounded by his courtiers, stated: I’ve never seen a modest man succeed at court. To this comment, one of the gentlemen present boldly replied: If I may, your majesty, whose fault is that? The king stayed silent.
719. As two Irish soldiers were passing through Chippenham, one of them observing the Borough Arms (which have somewhat the appearance of a hatchment) over the Town-hall door, accosted his comrade with—Arrah, Pat, look up, what is that sign? Botheration, cried Pat, ’tis no sign at all, at all, ’tis only a sign that somebody’s dead that lives there.
719. As two Irish soldiers were walking through Chippenham, one of them noticed the Borough Arms (which looks a bit like a memorial banner) above the Town Hall door and said to his buddy, "Hey, Pat, look up—what’s that sign?" "Ugh, it’s not a sign at all," Pat replied, "it just shows that someone who lives there has died."
720. The Duke of Mantua once observed to the celebrated Perron, that the court-jester was a fellow without either wit or humour. Your grace must pardon me, said Perron; I think he has a great deal of wit to live by a trade that he does not understand.
720. The Duke of Mantua once mentioned to the famous Perron that the court jester was a guy without any wit or humor. "Your grace must excuse me," said Perron; "I believe he has a lot of wit to survive in a job he doesn’t really know how to do."
721. The facetious Mr. Bearcroft, told his friend Mr. Vansittart, Your name is such a long one, I shall drop the sittart, and call you Van, for the future. With all my heart, said he: by the same rule, I shall drop croft, and call you Bear!
721. The witty Mr. Bearcroft told his friend Mr. Vansittart, "Your name is so long, I’ll just drop the sittart and call you Van from now on." "That’s fine with me," he replied. "By the same logic, I’ll drop croft and just call you Bear!"
722. In a life of St. Francis Navier, written by an Italian monk, it is said, That by one sermon he converted 10,000 persons in a desert island!
722. In a life of St. Francis Navier, written by an Italian monk, it is said that with one sermon he converted 10,000 people on a desert island!
723. During the time that martial law was in force in Ireland, and the people were prohibited from having fire-arms in their possession, some mischievous varlets gave information that Mr. Scanlon, a respectable apothecary of Dublin, had three mortars in his house. A magistrate, with a party of dragoons in his train, surrounded the house, and demanded, in the king’s name, that the mortars should be delivered to him. Mr. Scanlon immediately produced them, adding, that as they were useless without the pestles, those also were at his majesty’s service.
723. While martial law was in effect in Ireland and people were banned from having firearms, some troublemakers reported that Mr. Scanlon, a respected pharmacist in Dublin, had three mortars in his home. A magistrate, accompanied by a group of dragoons, surrounded the house and demanded, in the king’s name, that the mortars be handed over. Mr. Scanlon promptly produced them, adding that since they were useless without the pestles, those too were at his majesty’s service.
724. At the battle of Dettingen, George II., who commanded in person, rode on a very unruly horse, which at one period ran away with him to a very considerable distance, until Ensign Trapand, afterwards General, seized the bridle, when the king dismounted, exclaiming, Now that I am on my legs, I am sure that I shall not run away. At the same battle, the Gens-d’armes, the flower of the French army, made a desperate charge on the British line opposed to them, and were repulsed. In their retreat they were attacked by the Scotch Greys, and forced into the river. Some years after, at a review of the above regiment, his majesty, after applauding their appearance, turned to the French ambassador, and asked him his opinion of the regiment, adding, in his exultant manner, that they were the best troops in the world. The ambassador replied, Has your majesty ever seen the Gens-d’armes? No, rejoined the king, but my Greys have.
724. At the battle of Dettingen, George II, who was in command, rode a very wild horse that at one point bolted with him for quite a distance until Ensign Trapand, later General, grabbed the bridle. The king dismounted, exclaiming, "Now that I'm on my feet, I know I won't run away." During the same battle, the Gens-d’armes, the elite of the French army, launched a fierce charge against the British line facing them but were pushed back. In their retreat, they were attacked by the Scotch Greys and driven into the river. A few years later, during a review of the regiment, the king praised their appearance and turned to the French ambassador, asking for his opinion on the regiment, adding, in a triumphant tone, that they were the best troops in the world. The ambassador replied, "Has your majesty ever seen the Gens-d’armes?" The king responded, "No, but my Greys have."
725. A cause was once tried in one of the western counties which originated in a dispute about a pair of small-clothes. Upon this occasion the judge observed, That it was the first time he had ever known a suit made out of a pair of breeches.
725. A case was once heard in one of the western counties that started from a disagreement over a pair of pants. During this incident, the judge remarked that it was the first time he had ever seen a lawsuit resulting from a pair of trousers.
726. Some soldiers once fell upon a watchman in a small town, in a lonely street, and took away his money and coat. He immediately repaired to the captain of the regiment, to complain of his misfortune. The captain asked him whether he had on the waistcoat he then[149] wore when he was robbed by the soldiers. Yes, sir, replied the poor fellow. Then, my friend, rejoined the captain, I am can assure you they do not belong to my company; otherwise they would have left you neither waistcoat nor shirt.
726. Some soldiers once attacked a watchman in a small town on a quiet street and took his money and coat. He immediately went to the captain of the regiment to report his misfortune. The captain asked him if he was wearing the same waistcoat at the time of the robbery. “Yes, sir,” the poor guy replied. “Then, my friend,” said the captain, “I can assure you they don’t belong to my company; otherwise, they would have left you with neither waistcoat nor shirt.”
727. A fashionable countess, asking a young nobleman which he thought the prettiest flowers, roses or tulips? He replied with great gallantry, Your ladyship’s two lips before all the roses in the world.
727. A stylish countess asked a young nobleman which flowers he thought were prettier, roses or tulips. He replied with great charm, "Your ladyship’s two lips outshine all the roses in the world."
728. A gentleman, who did not live very happy with his wife, on the maid telling him that she was going to give her mistress warning, as she kept scolding her from morning till night—Happy girl! said the master, I wish I could give warning too.
728. A gentleman, who wasn’t very happy living with his wife, told the maid that he wished he could quit too when she mentioned she was planning to give her boss notice because she was being scolded from morning until night—"Lucky girl!" said the master.
729. In a cause respecting a will, evidence was given to prove the testatrix, an apothecary’s widow, a lunatic; amongst other things, it was deposed, that she had swept a quantity of pots, lotions, potions, &c. into the street as rubbish. I doubt, said the learned judge, whether sweeping of physic into the street, be any proof of insanity. True, my lord, replied the counsel, but sweeping the pots away, certainly was.
729. In a case about a will, evidence was presented to show that the testatrix, the widow of an apothecary, was insane. Among other things, it was testified that she had swept a bunch of pots, lotions, potions, etc., into the street as garbage. I’m not sure, said the learned judge, whether sweeping medicine into the street proves insanity. True, my lord, replied the counsel, but sweeping the pots away certainly does.
730. Dr. South, once preaching before Charles II. (who was not very often in a church), observing that the monarch and all his attendants began to nod, and, as nobles are common men when they are asleep, some of them soon after snored, on which he broke off his sermon, and called out, Lord Lauderdale, let me entreat you to rouse yourself; you snore so loud that you will wake the king.
730. Dr. South, once preaching in front of Charles II (who didn’t attend church very often), noticed that the king and all his attendants started to doze off, and since nobles are just regular people when they’re asleep, a few of them quickly began to snore. So, he stopped his sermon and called out, "Lord Lauderdale, I kindly ask you to wake up; you’re snoring so loudly that you might wake the king."
731. An Irishman, meeting an acquaintance, thus accosted him: Ah, my dear, who do you think I have just been speaking to? your old friend Patrick; faith, and he has grown so thin, I hardly knew him; to be sure, you are thin, and I am thin, but he is thinner than both of us put together.
731. An Irishman ran into a friend and said, "Hey there, guess who I just talked to? Your old buddy Patrick! Honestly, he’s gotten so skinny, I barely recognized him. Sure, you’re thin and I’m thin, but he’s thinner than both of us put together."
732. An Irishman seeing a large quantity of potatoes standing in a market-place, observed to a by-stander,[150] what a fine show of potatoes! Yes, they are, replied he, very fine potatoes: I see you have the name quite pat; how do you call them in your country? Ah, faith! returned the Irishman, we never call ’em; when we want any, we go and dig them.
732. An Irishman seeing a big pile of potatoes in a market noticed to someone nearby,[150] what a great display of potatoes! Yes, they are, replied the person, really nice potatoes: I see you have the name just right; what do you call them in your country? Ah, well! said the Irishman, we never name them; when we want some, we just go and dig them up.
733. During the recent unpleasant situation of affairs in Ireland, a watch-word was required of every passenger after a certain hour, with liberty for the sentinel to interrogate at will. A poor harmless Irishman, travelling from Kilmainy to Kilmore, being asked concerning his place of departure, and place of destination, answered, to the astonishment of the inquirer, I have been to kill-many, and am going to kill-more. That you shall not, said the sentinel, and immediately ran him through with his bayonet.
733. During the recent unpleasant situation in Ireland, every passenger was required to give a password after a certain hour, with the guard having the freedom to question anyone at will. A harmless Irishman, traveling from Kilmainy to Kilmore, was asked about his starting point and destination. To the astonishment of the guard, he replied, "I’ve been to Kilmany and am going to Kilmore." "You shall not," said the guard, and immediately stabbed him with his bayonet.
734. A blind man, who goes about the streets of London, whining out a long story about his misfortunes, has, amongst other prayers for the charitable and humane, the following curious wish:—May you never see the darkness which I now see!
734. A blind man walking the streets of London, lamenting his long story of misfortunes, has, among other pleas for kindness and compassion, the following interesting wish:—May you never experience the darkness that I now see!
735. Demonax, hearing one declaim miserably, said, You should practice more. The orator answering, I am always declaiming to myself—he replied, No wonder you do not improve, having so foolish an audience.
735. Demonax, hearing someone speaking poorly, said, "You need to practice more." The orator replied, "I'm always practicing on my own." He responded, "No wonder you’re not getting better with such a foolish audience."
736. A Highlander, who sold brooms, went into a barber’s shop in Glasgow, to get shaved. The barber bought one of his brooms, and, after having shaved him, asked the price of it. Tippence, said the Highlander. No, no, said the shaver; I’ll give you a penny, and if that does not satisfy you, take your broom again. The Highlander took it, and asked what he had to pay. A penny, said Strap. I’ll gie ye a baubee, said Duncan, and if that dinna satisfy ye, pit on my beard again.
736. A Highlander who sold brooms walked into a barber shop in Glasgow to get a shave. The barber bought one of his brooms and, after shaving him, asked how much it cost. "Two pence," said the Highlander. "No, no," said the barber, "I’ll give you a penny, and if that doesn’t satisfy you, just take your broom back." The Highlander took it and asked how much he owed. "A penny," replied the barber. "I’ll give you a halfpenny," said Duncan, "and if that doesn’t satisfy you, put my beard back on."
737. A lady asking a gentleman, How it was that most medical men dressed in black? he replied, The meaning is very obvious, as they are chiefly occupied in preparing grave subjects.
737. A woman asked a man why most doctors dressed in black. He replied, “The meaning is pretty clear, since they mostly deal with serious matters.”
738. When the British ships under Lord Nelson were[151] bearing down to attack the combined fleet off Trafalgar, the first lieutenant of the Revenge, on going round to see that all hands were at quarters, observed one of the men devoutly kneeling at the side of his gun. So very unusual an attitude in an English sailor, exciting his surprise and curiosity, he went and asked the man if he was afraid. Afraid! answered the honest tar, no! I was only praying that the enemy’s shot may be distributed in the same proportion as prize-money—the greatest part among the officers.
738. When the British ships led by Lord Nelson were[151] approaching to attack the combined fleet off Trafalgar, the first lieutenant of the Revenge, checking to ensure everyone was at their posts, noticed one of the men sincerely kneeling next to his gun. This was such an unusual sight for an English sailor that it piqued his surprise and curiosity, so he went over and asked the man if he was afraid. Afraid! replied the honest sailor, no! I was just praying that the enemy’s shots would be distributed like prize money—mostly to the officers.
739. Indeed, indeed, friend Tom, said one citizen to another, you have spoiled the look of your nag by cropping his ears so close: what could be your reason for it? Why, friend Turtle, I will tell you—my horse had a strange knack of being frightened, and on very trifling occasions would prick up his ears as if he had seen the devil, and so, to cure him, I cropped him.
739. Honestly, honestly, friend Tom, one citizen said to another, you've ruined the look of your horse by cutting his ears so short: what made you do that? Well, friend Turtle, I’ll tell you—my horse had a weird habit of getting scared and would perk up his ears at the slightest things, like he’d seen a ghost, so I decided to crop them to fix it.
740. Macklin and Dr. Johnson disputing on a literary subject, Johnson quoted Greek. I do not understand Greek, said Macklin. A man who argues should understand every language, replied Johnson. Very well, said Macklin, and gave him a quotation from the Irish.
740. Macklin and Dr. Johnson were arguing about a literary topic when Johnson quoted something in Greek. "I don't understand Greek," said Macklin. "A person who debates should understand every language," replied Johnson. "Okay," said Macklin, and he then gave him a quote in Irish.
741. A crooked gentleman, on his arrival at Bath, was asked by another, what place he had travelled from? I came straight from London, replied he. Did you so? said the other, then you have been terribly warped by the way.
741. A crooked guy, when he got to Bath, was asked by another where he'd come from. "I came straight from London," he replied. "Really?" said the other, "Then you must have been really messed up by the journey."
742. A countryman on a trial respecting the right of a fishery at a late Lancaster assizes, was cross-examined by Serjeant Cockel, who, among many other questions, asked the witness, Dost thou love fish? Yes, said the poor fellow, with a look of native simplicity, but I dinna like Cockle sauce with it. A roar of laughter of course followed.
742. A farmer on trial regarding fishing rights at a recent Lancaster court session was cross-examined by Serjeant Cockel. Among many other questions, the lawyer asked the witness, "Do you like fish?" "Yes," the poor man replied, with a look of genuine simplicity, "but I don't like Cockle sauce with it." This, of course, resulted in a burst of laughter.
743. A witness in a court, speaking in a very harsh and loud voice, the lawyer employed on the other side exclaimed, Fellow, why dost thou bark so furiously? Because, replied the rustic, I think I sees a thief.
743. A witness in court, speaking in a very harsh and loud voice, the lawyer on the other side exclaimed, "Hey, why are you barking so angrily?" The rustic replied, "Because I think I see a thief."
744. When Mr. Canning was about giving up Gloucester Lodge, Brompton, he said to his gardener, as he took a farewell look of the grounds, I am sorry, Fraser, to leave this old place. Psha, sir, said George, don’t fret; when you had this old place, you were out of place; now you are in place, you can get both yourself and me a better place. The hint was taken, and old George provided for.
744. When Mr. Canning was about to leave Gloucester Lodge, Brompton, he said to his gardener as he took a final look at the grounds, "I'm sorry, Fraser, to leave this old place." "Oh, come on, sir," George replied, "don’t worry; when you had this old place, you were out of place; now that you’re in a better position, you can find both yourself and me a better place." He took the hint, and old George was taken care of.
745. An Irish Baronet, walking out with a gentleman, was met by his nurse, who requested charity. The baronet exclaimed vehemently, I will give you nothing:—you played me a scandalous trick in my infancy. The old woman, in amazement, asked him what injury she had done to him? He answered, I was a fine boy, and you changed me!
745. An Irish Baronet, out for a walk with a gentleman, was approached by his nurse, who asked for charity. The baronet exclaimed angrily, "I won't give you anything—you pulled a terrible trick on me when I was a baby." The old woman, surprised, asked him what harm she had caused him. He replied, "I was a good-looking boy, and you changed me!"
746. Sir William B. being at a parish meeting, made some proposals that were objected to by a farmer. Highly enraged, Sir, said he to the farmer, do you know that I have been to two universities, and at two colleges in each university? Well, sir, said the farmer, what of that? I had a calf that sucked two cows, and the observation I made was, the more he sucked the greater calf he grew.
746. Sir William B. was at a parish meeting and made some proposals that a farmer disagreed with. Highly irritated, Sir, he said to the farmer, "Do you know that I've been to two universities and two colleges at each university?" The farmer replied, "So what? I had a calf that nursed from two cows, and my observation was, the more he nursed, the bigger calf he became."
747. Sir W. Curtis was once present at a public dinner where the Dukes of York and Clarence formed part of the company. The president gave as a toast, The “Adelphi” (the Greek word for The Brothers). When it came to the worthy baronet’s turn to give a toast, he said, Mr. President, as you seem inclined to give public buildings, I beg leave to propose Somerset House.
747. Sir W. Curtis was once at a public dinner where the Dukes of York and Clarence were part of the gathering. The president gave a toast to "Adelphi" (the Greek word for The Brothers). When it was the baronet’s turn to propose a toast, he said, "Mr. President, since you're inclined to toast public buildings, I would like to propose Somerset House."
748. One of his Majesty’s frigates being at anchor on a winter’s night, in a tremendous gale of wind, the ground broke, and she began to drive. The lieutenant of the watch ran down to the captain, awoke him from his sleep, and told him the anchor had come home. Well, said the captain, rubbing his eyes, I think the anchor is perfectly right; who would stay out such a night as this?
748. One of the king’s frigates was anchored on a winter night during a fierce storm when the bottom came loose, and she started to drift. The officer on watch rushed down to the captain, woke him from his sleep, and informed him that the anchor had come loose. "Well," the captain said, rubbing his eyes, "I think the anchor is just fine; who would be out in a night like this?"
749. The Duke de Roquelaure meeting a very ugly country gentleman at court, who had a suit to offer, presented it to the king, and urged his request, saying, he was under the greatest obligations to the suitor. The king asked what were these great obligations? Ah! Sire, were it not for him I should be the ugliest man in your majesty’s dominions!
749. The Duke de Roquelaure met a very unattractive country gentleman at court, who had a request to make. He presented it to the king and emphasized his case, saying that he owed the suitor a huge debt of gratitude. The king asked what these significant obligations were. Ah! Your Majesty, if it weren't for him, I would be the ugliest man in your kingdom!
750. Archbishop Laud was a man of very short stature. Charles the First and the archbishop were one day seated at dinner, when it was agreed that Archy, the king’s jester, should say grace for them, which he did in this fashion: Great praise be given to God, but little Laud to the devil. For this sally Laud was weak enough to insist upon Archy’s dismissal.
750. Archbishop Laud was a very short man. One day, Charles the First and the archbishop were having dinner when they decided that Archy, the king’s jester, should say grace for them. He did it like this: "Great praise be given to God, but little Laud to the devil." Because of this joke, Laud was petty enough to demand that Archy be dismissed.
751. Lord Chancellor Hardwicke was very fond of entertaining his visitors with the following story of his bailiff, who, having been ordered by his lady to procure a sow of a particular description, came one day into the dining-room, when full of company, proclaiming with a burst of joy he could not suppress, I have been at Royston fair, my lady, and I have got a sow exactly of your ladyship’s size.
751. Lord Chancellor Hardwicke loved to entertain his guests with this story about his bailiff. One day, after being instructed by his lady to find a specific type of sow, he walked into the dining room, which was bustling with company, and couldn't contain his excitement as he announced, "I've been to Royston fair, my lady, and I've found a sow that's just the right size for you!"
752. An officer in Admiral Lord St. Vincent’s fleet, asking one of the captains, who was gallantly bearing down upon the Spanish fleet, whether he had reckoned the number of the enemy? No, replied the captain, it will be time enough to do that when they strike.
752. An officer in Admiral Lord St. Vincent’s fleet asked one of the captains, who was confidently heading towards the Spanish fleet, if he had counted the number of enemy ships. No, the captain replied, it’ll be time to do that when they fire.
753. Sir Charles F—— received a severe injury one day in stepping into his cabriolet. Whereabouts were you hurt, Sir Charles? said Sir Peter L——; was it near the vertebræ? No, no, answered the baronet, it was near the Monument.
753. Sir Charles F—— got seriously injured one day while getting into his cabriolet. Where did it hurt, Sir Charles? asked Sir Peter L——; was it around the vertebrae? No, no, replied the baronet, it was near the Monument.
754. Fletcher, of Saltoun, is well known to have possessed a most irritable temper. His footman desiring to be dismissed, Why do you leave me? said he. Because, to speak the truth, I cannot bear your temper. To be sure, I am passionate, but my passion is no sooner on than it is off. Yes, replied the servant, but it is no sooner off than it is on.
754. Fletcher, from Saltoun, is widely recognized for having a very irritable temper. When his footman wanted to quit, Fletcher asked him, "Why are you leaving me?" The footman replied, "Honestly, I can't stand your temper." Fletcher said, "Sure, I'm passionate, but my anger comes and goes quickly." The servant responded, "Yes, but it comes back just as fast as it goes."
755. King James I. mounting a horse that was unruly, cried, The de’el tak’ your saul, sirrah, an ye be na quiet, I’ll send ye to the five hundred kings in the House o’ Commons: they’ll sune tame ye.
755. King James I, getting on a wild horse, shouted, "The devil take your soul, you fool! If you don't behave, I’ll send you to the five hundred kings in the House of Commons; they’ll soon tame you."
756. You are a Jew, said one man to another; when I bought this pig of you it was to be a guinea, and now you demand five-and-twenty shillings, which is more than you asked. For that very reason, replied the other, I am no Jew, for a Jew always takes less than he asks.
756. “You’re a Jew,” said one man to another. “When I bought this pig from you, it was supposed to be a guinea, and now you want twenty-five shillings, which is more than what you asked for.” “For that very reason,” replied the other, “I’m not a Jew, because a Jew always takes less than he asks.”
757. The celebrated Hogarth was one of the most absent of men. Soon after he set up his carriage, he had occasion to pay a visit to the lord mayor. When he went the weather was fine; but he was detained by business till a violent shower of rain came on. Being let out of the mansion-house by a different door from that at which he had entered, he immediately began to call for a hackney-coach. Not one could be procured; on which Hogarth sallied forth to brave the storm, and actually reached his house in Leicester Fields without bestowing a thought on his own carriage, till Mrs. Hogarth, astonished to see him so wet and hurried, asked him where he had left it.
757. The famous Hogarth was one of the most absent-minded people. Not long after he got his carriage, he needed to visit the lord mayor. When he went, the weather was nice, but he got held up with business until a heavy rainstorm hit. After exiting the mansion-house through a different door than the one he entered, he immediately started asking for a cab. None could be found, so Hogarth decided to face the storm and actually made it to his house in Leicester Fields without even thinking about his own carriage, until Mrs. Hogarth, surprised to see him so wet and flustered, asked him where he had left it.
758. At a city feast one of the company was expatiating on the blessings of Providence. Ay, said the late Sir William Curtis, smacking his lips, it is a blessed place, sure enough; we get all our turtle from it.
758. At a city feast, one of the guests was going on about the blessings of Providence. "Yeah," said the late Sir William Curtis, licking his lips, "it's definitely a blessed place; we get all our turtle from it."
759. When Cortez returned to Spain, he was coolly received by the emperor, Charles the Fifth. One day he suddenly presented himself to that monarch. Who are you? said the emperor, haughtily. The man, said Cortez, as haughtily, who has given you more provinces than your ancestors left you cities.
759. When Cortez returned to Spain, the emperor, Charles the Fifth, greeted him with indifference. One day, he suddenly appeared before the monarch. "Who are you?" asked the emperor, arrogantly. "The man," Cortez replied just as arrogantly, "who has given you more provinces than your ancestors left you cities."
760. Bautru, a celebrated French wit, being in Spain, went to visit the famous library of the Escurial, where he found a very ignorant librarian. The king of Spain interrogated him respecting the library. ’Tis an admirable one, indeed, said he; but your majesty should give the man who has the care of it, the administration of[155] your finances. Wherefore? asked the king. Because, replied Bautru, the man never touches the treasure that is confided to him.
760. Bautru, a famous French wit, was in Spain and decided to visit the renowned library of the Escurial, where he encountered a rather clueless librarian. The king of Spain questioned him about the library. "It’s truly impressive," he said; "but your majesty should assign the management of your finances to the person in charge of it." "Why?" asked the king. "Because," Bautru replied, "the man never touches the treasure entrusted to him."
761. Mademoiselle, said Louis XV. to a young lady belonging to his court, I am assured that you are very learned, and understand four or five continental tongues. I speak only two, sire, answered she, trembling. Which are they? German and Italian. Do you speak them fluently? Yes, sire, very fluently. Well, two are quite enough to drive a husband mad.
761. "Miss," Louis XV said to a young lady at his court, "I've heard that you are very knowledgeable and can speak four or five European languages." "I only speak two, Your Majesty," she replied, trembling. "Which ones?" "German and Italian." "Do you speak them fluently?" "Yes, Your Majesty, very fluently." "Well, two are more than enough to drive a husband crazy."
762. At a grand review by George III. of the Portsmouth fleet in 1789, there was a boy who mounted the shrouds with so much agility as to surprise every spectator. The king particularly noticed it, and said to Lord Lothian (an exceeding large man), Lothian, I have heard much of your agility, let us see you run up after that boy. Sire, replied Lord Lothian, it is my duty to follow your majesty.
762. At a grand review by George III of the Portsmouth fleet in 1789, there was a boy who climbed the rigging with such skill that it amazed everyone watching. The king took special notice of it and said to Lord Lothian (a very large man), "Lothian, I’ve heard a lot about your agility; let’s see you chase that boy up there." "Sire," replied Lord Lothian, "it’s my duty to follow your majesty."
763. A gentleman crossing a very narrow bridge, which was not railed on either side to secure passengers from falling, said to a countryman whom he met, Me-thinks this narrow causeway must be very dangerous, honest friend! pray are not people lost here sometimes? Lost! no, sir, replied the man, I never knew anybody lost here in my life; there have been several drowned, but they were always found again.
763. A man crossing a very narrow bridge, which had no guardrails to protect people from falling, said to a local man he met, "This narrow path seems really dangerous, my friend! Do people ever fall off here?" The local replied, "Lost? No, sir, I’ve never known anyone to be lost here in my life; there have been a few drownings, but they always found the bodies."
764. The Earl of P—— kept a number of swine at his seat in Wiltshire, and crossing the yard one day he was surprised to see the pigs gathered round one trough, and making a great noise. Curiosity prompted him to see what was the cause, and on looking into the trough he perceived a large silver spoon. Just at this crisis a servant maid came out, and began to abuse the pigs for crying so. Well they may, said his lordship, when they have got but one silver spoon among them all.
764. The Earl of P—— had a bunch of pigs at his estate in Wiltshire, and one day as he walked through the yard, he was surprised to see the pigs gathered around a trough and making a lot of noise. Curious, he went over to check what was going on, and he noticed a big silver spoon in the trough. Just then, a maid came out and started scolding the pigs for being so loud. "They've got a reason to be," said his lordship, "when there’s only one silver spoon for all of them."
765. Pierre Zapata, court jester to Charles V., being one day made a butt of by his master, that prince, expecting some joke in return, said to his courtiers, I[156] shall be soon paid for this. To which the jester replied, Not so soon as you imagine, sire; I am not prompt in paying those who are so tardy in paying others! This repartee was found the more lively, owing to Zapata and the officers of the court not having for a long time received their pensions.
765. Pierre Zapata, the court jester for Charles V, was teased by his master one day. Expecting a joke in return, the prince said to his courtiers, I[156] will soon get my payback for this. The jester replied, Not as quickly as you think, sire; I’m not quick to repay those who are slow to pay others! This comeback was even more amusing since Zapata and the court officials hadn't received their pensions in a long time.
766. David Hartley, member for Hull, during the coalition administration, was remarkable for the length and dulness of his speeches. On one occasion, having reduced the house from three hundred to about eighty sleepy hearers, by one of his harangues, just at the time it was supposed he would conclude, he moved that the Riot Act should be read, in order to prove one of his previous assertions. Burke, who had been bursting with impatience for full an hour and a half, and who was anxious to speak to the question, finding himself about to be so disappointed, rose, exclaiming, The Riot Act, my dear friend! the Riot Act! to what purpose? Don’t you see that the mob is already completely dispersed? Every person present was convulsed with laughter, except Hartley, who never changed countenance, and who still insisted that the Riot Act should be read by the clerk.
766. David Hartley, the representative for Hull during the coalition government, was known for the length and dullness of his speeches. One time, he had managed to reduce the audience from three hundred to around eighty sleepy listeners with one of his long speeches. Just when it seemed like he was about to wrap up, he suggested that the Riot Act be read to back up one of his earlier claims. Burke, who had been growing more impatient for an hour and a half and wanted to address the issue, realizing he was about to be disappointed, stood up and exclaimed, "The Riot Act, my dear friend! The Riot Act! What’s the point? Don't you see the crowd has already completely dispersed?" Everyone present couldn't help but burst into laughter, except for Hartley, who remained expressionless and insisted the clerk should still read the Riot Act.
767. When Lord Townshend was lord lieutenant of Ireland, the then provost of Dublin lost no opportunity of repeating his solicitations for places. My dear Hely, said his lordship, you have a great many things, and I have nothing to give but a majority in the dragoons. I accept it then, replied the provost. What! you take a majority! answered his lordship, zounds, it is impossible; I only meant it as a joke. And I accept it, replied the provost, merely to show you how well I can take a joke.
767. When Lord Townshend was the lord lieutenant of Ireland, the provost of Dublin kept asking for jobs. “My dear Hely,” said his lordship, “you have a lot of things, and I have nothing to offer but a majority in the dragoons.” “I’ll take it then,” replied the provost. “What! You want a majority?” answered his lordship, “Goodness, that’s impossible; I was just joking.” “And I accept it,” replied the provost, “just to show you how well I can take a joke.”
768. A lunatic in Bedlam was asked how he came there? he answered, By a dispute. What dispute? The bedlamite replied, The world said I was mad; I said the world was mad; and they outvoted me.
768. A crazy person in Bedlam was asked how he ended up there. He answered, Because of a disagreement. What disagreement? The patient replied, The world said I was insane; I said the world was insane; and they outvoted me.
769. When Sir Elijah Impey, the Indian judge, was on his passage home, as he was one day walking the deck, it having blown pretty hard the preceding day, a shark was playing by the side of the ship. Having never seen[157] such an object before, he called to one of the sailors to tell him what it was. Why, replied the tar, I don’t know what name they know them by ashore, but here we call them sea-lawyers.
769. When Sir Elijah Impey, the Indian judge, was on his way home, he was walking on the deck one day after a strong wind the day before, and a shark was swimming alongside the ship. Having never seen[157] anything like it before, he asked one of the sailors what it was. The sailor replied, "I don’t know what name they use for them on land, but here we call them sea-lawyers."
770. A gentleman observed one day to Mr. Henry Erskine, who was a great punster, that punning is the lowest sort of wit. It is so, answered he, and therefore the foundation of all.
770. One day, a gentleman pointed out to Mr. Henry Erskine, who was known for his clever puns, that punning is the simplest form of wit. "That's true," he replied, "and that's why it's the foundation of all wit."
771. A lady, who made pretensions to the most refined feelings, went to her butcher to remonstrate with him on his cruel practices. How, said she, can you be so barbarous as to put innocent little lambs to death? Why not, madam, said the butcher; you would not eat them alive, would you?
771. A woman, who claimed to have the most refined feelings, went to her butcher to confront him about his cruel practices. How, she said, can you be so cruel as to kill innocent little lambs? Why not, ma'am, the butcher replied; you wouldn't eat them alive, would you?
772. When Rochelle was besieged by the royalist armies in 1627, the inhabitants elected for their mayor, captain, and governor, Jean Guiton. This brave man at first modestly refused the office; but being pressed by all his fellow-townsmen, he took up a poignard and said, I will be mayor, since you wish it, but on the condition that I may be permitted to strike this poignard to the heart of the first who speaks of surrendering. I consent that you shall do the same to me, if I mention capitulating; and I demand that this poignard lie always ready on the table, when we assemble in the Town House. Cardinal de Richelieu, who conducted the operations of the siege, had raised a mole before the gate of the city, which shut up the entrance, and prevented provisions from reaching it. Some one saying to Guiton that many of the people had perished of hunger, and that death would soon sweep away all the inhabitants—Well, said he coolly, it will be sufficient if one remains to shut the gates.
772. When Rochelle was surrounded by royalist armies in 1627, the residents chose Jean Guiton as their mayor, captain, and governor. This brave man initially humbly declined the position; however, after being urged by all his fellow townspeople, he picked up a dagger and said, "I'll be mayor if that's what you want, but only if I can stab the first person who brings up surrender. I agree that you can do the same to me if I even hint at capitulating; and I insist that this dagger remains on the table whenever we meet in the Town House." Cardinal de Richelieu, who oversaw the siege operations, had built a mole in front of the city gate, blocking the entrance and cutting off supplies. When someone told Guiton that many people had died of hunger and that death would soon take all the residents—he coolly replied, "Well, it will be enough if just one of us remains to lock the gates."
773. Among the addresses presented upon the accession of James the First, was one from the ancient town of Shrewsbury, wishing his majesty might reign as long as the sun, moon, and stars endured. Faith, mon, said the king to the person who presented it, if I do, my son must reign by candlelight.
773. Among the addresses given when James the First took the throne was one from the historic town of Shrewsbury, hoping that his majesty would reign as long as the sun, moon, and stars shone. "Honestly, man," the king said to the person who presented it, "if I do, my son will have to rule by candlelight."
774. A Frenchman meeting an English soldier with a Waterloo medal, began sneeringly to animadvert on our government for bestowing such a trifle, which did not cost them three francs. That is true, to be sure, replied the hero, it did not cost the English government three francs, but it cost the French a Napoleon.
774. A Frenchman who came across an English soldier wearing a Waterloo medal started mockingly criticizing our government for giving out something so trivial, which didn’t cost them more than three francs. That’s true, the hero replied, it didn’t cost the English government three francs, but it cost the French a Napoleon.
775. Collins the poet, though of a melancholy cast of mind, was by no means averse to a jeu de mot, or quibble. Upon coming into a town the day after a young lady, of whom he was fond, had left it, he said, How unlucky it was that he had come a day after the fair.
775. Collins the poet, though he had a bit of a gloomy personality, wasn't at all opposed to a pun or wordplay. When he arrived in a town the day after a young lady he liked had left, he remarked how unfortunate it was that he had come a day after the fair.
776. A negro in Jamaica was tried for theft, and ordered to be flogged. He begged to be heard, which being granted, he asked, If white man buy stolen goods, why he be no flogged too? Well, said the judge, so he would. Dere den, replied Mungo, is my massa; he buy tolen goods—he knew me tolen, and yet he buy me.
776. A Black man in Jamaica was tried for theft and sentenced to be whipped. He asked to be heard, and when he was granted that, he said, "If a white man buys stolen goods, why doesn't he get whipped too?" The judge replied that he would. Then Mungo said, "There you go, that's my master; he buys stolen goods—he knew they were stolen, and still he buys them."
777. Some sailors, who had made a great deal of prize-money, once determined on purchasing a horse for the use of the mess; accordingly, one of them was pitched upon to buy the horse. As soon as this honest tar got on shore, he went to a noted horse-dealer, who brought out a very clever-looking horse for the sailor’s inspection, which he particularly recommended to him, as being a nice, short-backed horse. Ay, that may be, said the sailor, and that is the very reason he won’t do, for there is seven of us.
777. Some sailors, who had earned a lot of prize money, decided to buy a horse for their mess. So, one of them was chosen to make the purchase. As soon as this honest sailor got on land, he went to a well-known horse dealer, who showed him a very smart-looking horse that he highly recommended, describing it as a nice, short-backed horse. "Sure, that might be the case," said the sailor, "but that's exactly why it won't work for us, since there are seven of us."
778. The late Dr. Glover, well known for being one of the best companions in the world, was returning from a tavern one morning early, across Covent Garden, when a chairman cried out, A chair! your honour, a chair! Glover took no notice, but called his dog, who was a good way behind, Scrub, Scrub, Scrub! Och, indeed! says the chairman, there goes a pair o’ ye! The facetious doctor gave his countryman half-a-crown for the merry witticism.
778. The late Dr. Glover, known for being one of the best companions around, was walking home from a tavern one early morning across Covent Garden when a chairman shouted, "A chair! Your honor, a chair!" Glover ignored him and called for his dog, who was a bit behind, saying, "Scrub, Scrub, Scrub!" The chairman replied, "Oh, indeed! Look at the two of you!" The humorous doctor gave his fellow countryman a half-crown for the funny remark.
779. A nabob, in a severe fit of the gout, told his physician that he suffered the pains of the damned. The doctor coolly answered, What, already!
779. A wealthy man, during a bad episode of gout, told his doctor that he felt like he was in hell. The doctor calmly replied, "What, already!"
780. A surgeon aboard a ship of war used to prescribe salt water for his patients in all disorders. Having sailed one evening, on a party of pleasure, he happened, by some mischance, to be drowned. The captain, who had not heard of the disaster, asked one of the tars next day if he had heard anything of the doctor. Yes, answered Jack, after a turn of his quid, he was drowned last night in his medicine chest.
780. A surgeon on a warship used to recommend salt water for his patients' ailments. One evening, while out for a pleasure cruise, he unfortunately drowned. The captain, unaware of the tragedy, asked one of the crew the next day if he had heard anything about the doctor. “Yeah,” Jack replied, after taking a turn of his chew, “he drowned last night in his medicine chest.”
781. The celebrated Daniel Burgess, dining with a gentleman of his congregation, a large Cheshire cheese, uncut, was brought to table. Where shall I cut it? asked Daniel. Anywhere you please, Mr. Burgess, answered the gentleman. Upon which Daniel handed it to the servant, desiring him to carry it to his house, and he would cut it at home.
781. The well-known Daniel Burgess was having dinner with a member of his congregation when a large, uncut Cheshire cheese was brought to the table. "Where should I cut it?" Daniel asked. "You can cut it wherever you want, Mr. Burgess," replied the gentleman. Daniel then handed the cheese to the servant and asked him to take it to his house, saying he would cut it there.
782. How does your new purchased horse answer? said the late Duke of Cumberland to George Selwyn. I really don’t know, replied George, for I never asked him a question.
782. How does your new horse respond? said the late Duke of Cumberland to George Selwyn. I honestly have no idea, replied George, because I never asked him anything.
783. A young fellow once came dancing, whistling, and singing into a room where old Colley Cibber sat coughing and spitting; and, cutting a caper, triumphantly exclaimed, There, you old put, what would you give to be as young as I am? Why, young man, replied he, I would agree to be almost as foolish.
783. A young guy once came in dancing, whistling, and singing into a room where old Colley Cibber was sitting, coughing and spitting; and, doing a little dance, he triumphantly exclaimed, "There, you old man, what would you give to be as young as I am?" "Well, young man," he replied, "I would agree to be almost as foolish."
784. A recruiting serjeant addressing an honest country bumpkin in one of the streets in Manchester, with Come my lad, thou’lt fight for thy king, won’t thou? Voight for my king, answered Hodge, why, has he fawn out wi’ ony body?
784. A recruiting sergeant talking to a straightforward country guy on one of the streets in Manchester said, "Come on, lad, you’ll fight for your king, won’t you?" "Fight for my king?" replied Hodge. "What's he fallen out with anyone for?"
785. After a battle lately between two celebrated pugilists, an Irishman made his way to the chaise, where the one who had lost the battle had been conveyed, and said to him, How are you, my good fellow? can you see at all with the eye that’s knocked out?
785. After a recent fight between two famous boxers, an Irishman approached the carriage where the loser had been taken and said to him, "How are you, my good man? Can you see anything with the eye that got knocked out?"
786. Two dinner-hunters meeting at Pall Mall a short time back, one inquired of the other how he had been for some days? He replied, In a very poor way indeed. I[160] have not been able to eat anything at all. God bless me! said his hungry friend, that is extremely strange, you generally have a very good appetite, you must have been seriously ill. Oh! not at all, believe me, you misconceive my meaning; I could have eaten, but the reason why I have not been able to do so is, that no one has invited me to dinner.
786. A couple of guys looking for dinner ran into each other on Pall Mall not long ago. One asked the other how he’d been lately. He replied, “I’ve been feeling really bad, actually. I haven't been able to eat anything at all.” “Wow!” said his famished friend, “That’s really unusual for you. You usually have a great appetite; you must be seriously sick.” “Oh, not at all! Trust me, you’re misunderstanding me. I could have eaten, but the reason I haven’t is that nobody has invited me to dinner.”
787. Mr. Curran was once asked, what an Irish gentleman, just arrived in England, could mean by perpetually putting out his tongue? I suppose, replied the wit, he’s trying to catch the English accent.
787. Mr. Curran was once asked what an Irish gentleman, just arrived in England, could mean by constantly sticking out his tongue. I guess, replied the wit, he’s trying to pick up the English accent.
788. Have you anything else old? said an English lady at Rome, to a boy of whom she had bought some modern antiques; Yes, said the young urchin, thrusting forward his hat, which had seen some dozen summers, my hat is very old. The lady rewarded his wit.
788. “Do you have anything else old?” asked an English woman in Rome to a boy from whom she had purchased some modern antiques. “Yes,” replied the young lad, pushing forward his hat, which had experienced a good dozen summers. “My hat is very old.” The lady appreciated his cleverness.
789. The late celebrated penurious H. Jennings, esq., who was reputed to be the richest commoner in England, when at the age of 92, was applied to by one of his tenants, then in the 80th year of his age, to renew his lease for a further term of 14 years, when, after some general observations, Mr. Jennings coolly said, Take a lease for 21 years, or you will be troubling me again!
789. The late renowned frugal H. Jennings, Esq., who was thought to be the richest commoner in England, was approached at the age of 92 by one of his tenants, who was then 80 years old, to renew his lease for another 14 years. After some general remarks, Mr. Jennings calmly replied, "Take a lease for 21 years, or you'll just be bothering me again!"
790. Sancho, said a dying planter to his slave, for your faithful services, I mean now to do you an honour; and leave it in my will, that you shall be buried in our family ground. Ah, massa! replied Sancho, Sancho no good to be buried; Sancho rather have de money or de freedom; besides, if de devil should come in de dark to look for massa, he might mistake, and take de poor negar man.
790. Sancho, a dying plantation owner said to his slave, for your faithful service, I'm going to honor you; I’ll make sure to leave in my will that you should be buried in our family plot. Ah, boss! Sancho replied, Sancho no good to be buried; Sancho would rather have the money or the freedom; besides, if the devil should come in the dark to look for you, he might make a mistake and take the poor Black man.
791. Two gentlemen, the other day, conversing together, one asked the other, if ever he had gone through Euclid. The reply was, I have never been farther from Liverpool than Runcon, and I don’t recollect any place of that name.
791. Two gentlemen were talking the other day, and one asked the other if he had ever studied Euclid. The reply was, "I've never traveled farther from Liverpool than Runcon, and I don't remember a place by that name."
792. Lady Rachel is put to bed, said Sir Boyle to a friend. What has she got? Guess. A boy? No; guess again. A girl? Who told you?
792. Lady Rachel is in bed, Sir Boyle said to a friend. What does she have? Guess. A boy? No; try again. A girl? Who told you?
793. The wife of a Scotch laird being suddenly taken very ill, the husband ordered the servant to get a horse ready to go to the next town to the doctor; by the time, however, the horse was ready, and his letter to the doctor written, the lady recovered, on which he added the following postcript, and sent off the messenger: My wife being recovered, you need not come.
793. The wife of a Scottish lord suddenly became very ill, so the husband instructed the servant to prepare a horse to go to the nearest town for the doctor. However, by the time the horse was ready and he had written his letter to the doctor, his wife had recovered. He then added this postscript and sent off the messenger: My wife has recovered, so you don’t need to come.
794. In a company, consisting of naval officers, the discourse happened to turn on the ferocity of small animals; when an Irish gentleman present stated his opinion to be, that a Kilkenny cat, of all animals, was the most ferocious; and added, I can prove my assertion by a fact within my own knowledge: I once, said he, saw two of these animals fighting in a timber yard, and willing to see the result of a long battle, I drove them into a deep saw-pit, and placing some boards over the mouth, left them to their amusement. Next morning I went to see the conclusion of the fight, and what d’ye think I saw? One of the cats dead probably, replied one of the company. No, by St. Patrick, there was nothing left in the pit but the two tails, and a bit of flue.
794. In a gathering of naval officers, the conversation turned to the aggressiveness of small animals. An Irish gentleman present expressed his opinion that a Kilkenny cat was, without a doubt, the most ferocious of all. He added, "I can back up my claim with a personal experience: I once saw two of these cats fighting in a lumber yard. Wanting to see how the long battle would end, I pushed them into a deep saw-pit and covered the opening with some boards, leaving them to have their fun. The next morning, I went to check on the outcome of the fight, and guess what I found? One of the cats dead, perhaps?" one of the attendees remarked. "No, by St. Patrick! There was nothing in the pit except for the two tails and a bit of fluff."
795. Dr. Wall, at a public dinner, was playing with a cork upon the table. What a dirty hand Dr. W. has, said Mr. E. I will bet you a bottle there is a dirtier in company, said the doctor, who had overheard. Done. Upon which he produced his other hand, and won the wager.
795. Dr. Wall, at a public dinner, was playing with a cork on the table. "What dirty hands Dr. W. has," said Mr. E. "I bet you a bottle there's a dirtier hand in the room," replied the doctor, who had overheard him. "You're on." With that, he showed his other hand and won the bet.
796. Dr. Ratcliffe being in a tavern one evening, a gentleman entered in great haste, almost speechless: Doctor, my wife is at the point of death, make haste, come with me. Not till I have finished my bottle, however, replied the doctor. The man, who happened to be a fine athletic fellow, finding entreaty useless, snatched up the doctor, hoisted him on his back, and carried him out of the tavern; the moment he set the doctor upon his legs, he received from him, in a very emphatic manner, the following threat: Now, you rascal, I’ll cure your wife in spite of you.
796. One evening, Dr. Ratcliffe was at a bar when a man rushed in, nearly out of breath. "Doctor, my wife is about to die, please hurry and come with me!" The doctor replied, "Not until I've finished my drink." The man, who was quite strong and athletic, realizing pleading was futile, picked up the doctor, threw him over his shoulder, and carried him out of the bar. As soon as he set the doctor down, the doctor threatened him emphatically, "Now, you scoundrel, I’ll treat your wife whether you like it or not."
797. A little girl, who knew very well the painful anx[162]iety which her mother had long suffered, during a tedious course of litigation, hearing that she had at last lost her law-suit, innocently cried out, O, my dear mama! how glad I am that you have lost that nasty law-suit, which used to give you so much trouble and uneasiness.
797. A little girl, who understood very well the painful anxiety her mother had endured for a long time during a long legal battle, heard that her mother had finally lost her lawsuit and innocently exclaimed, "Oh, my dear mom! I'm so glad you lost that awful lawsuit that used to give you so much trouble and stress."
798. A gentleman, who possessed a small estate in Gloucestershire, was allured to town by the promises of a courtier, who kept him in constant attendance for a long while to no purpose; at last the gentleman, quite tired out, called upon his pretended friend, and told him that he had at last got a place. The courtier shook him very heartily by the hand, and said he was very much rejoiced at the event: But pray, sir, said he, where is your place? In the Gloucester coach, replied the other; I secured it last night; and so good-bye to you.
798. A gentleman who owned a small estate in Gloucestershire was drawn to the city by a courtier's promises, who kept him hanging on for a long time without any real benefit. Finally, the gentleman, exhausted, approached his so-called friend and told him he had finally landed a position. The courtier shook his hand enthusiastically and said he was very happy about this news. But, pray tell, where is your position? the courtier asked. "In the Gloucester coach," the gentleman replied; "I booked it last night, so goodbye to you."
799. Mr. Rogers was requested by Lady Holland to ask Sir Philip Francis, whether he was the author of Junius. The poet approached the knight, Will your kindness, Sir Philip, excuse my addressing to you a single question? At your peril, sir! was the harsh and the laconic answer. The bard returned to his friends, who eagerly asked him the result of his application. I don’t know, he answered, whether he is Junius: but, if he be, he is certainly Junius Brutus.
799. Lady Holland asked Mr. Rogers to find out from Sir Philip Francis if he was the author of Junius. The poet approached the knight and said, "Sir Philip, would you mind if I asked you one question?" "At your own risk!" was the blunt and brief reply. The poet returned to his friends, who eagerly inquired about the outcome of his question. "I’m not sure if he’s Junius," he replied, "but if he is, he’s definitely Junius Brutus."
800. A girl forced by her parents into a disagreeable match with an old man, whom she detested, when the clergyman came to that part of the service where the bride is asked if she consents to take the bridegroom for her husband, said, with great simplicity, Oh dear, no, sir; but you are the first person who has asked my opinion upon the affair.
800. A girl pushed by her parents into an unpleasant marriage with an old man, whom she hated, when the clergyman reached the part of the ceremony where the bride is asked if she agrees to take the groom as her husband, said, quite simply, “Oh no, sir; but you’re the first person who has asked my opinion about this.”
801. It is well known that the veterans who preside at the examinations of surgeons, question minutely those who wish to become qualified. After answering very satisfactorily to the numerous inquiries made, a young gentleman was asked, if he wished to give his patient a profuse perspiration, what he would prescribe. He mentioned many diaphoretic medicines in case the first failed, but the unmerciful questioner thus continued, Pray, sir,[163] suppose none of those succeeded, what step would you take next? Why, sir, enjoined the harassed young Esculapius, I would send him here to be examined; and if that did not give him a sweat, I do not know what would.
801. It’s well known that the veterans who oversee the evaluations of surgeons ask detailed questions to those looking to qualify. After giving satisfactory answers to many of the inquiries, a young man was asked what he would prescribe if he wanted to make his patient sweat heavily. He listed several diaphoretic medications in case the first one didn’t work, but the relentless questioner pressed on, asking, "Well, sir, if none of those worked, what would you do next?" The harried young physician replied, "I would send him here to be examined; and if that didn’t make him sweat, I honestly don’t know what would."
802. There is a celebrated reply of Mr. Curran to a remark of Lord Clare, who exclaimed at one of his legal positions, O! if that be law, Mr. Curran, I may burn my law books! Better read them, my lord, was the sarcastic and appropriate rejoinder.
802. There’s a famous response from Mr. Curran to a comment by Lord Clare, who reacted to one of his legal arguments by saying, “Oh! If that’s the law, Mr. Curran, I might as well burn my law books!” Mr. Curran’s sarcastic and fitting reply was, “Better read them, my lord.”
803. Rock, the comedian, when at Covent Garden, advised one of the scene-shifters, who had met with an accident, to the plan of a subscription; and a few days afterwards he asked for the list of names, which, when he read it over, he returned. Why, Rock, said the poor fellow, won’t you give me something? Zounds, man, replied the other, didn’t I give you the hint.
803. Rock, the comedian, when he was at Covent Garden, suggested to one of the stagehands, who had gotten into an accident, to set up a fundraiser. A few days later, he asked for the list of names, and after he read it, he handed it back. "Why, Rock," said the poor guy, "won’t you give me something?" "Come on, man," replied Rock, "didn’t I give you the idea?"
804. When Mr. Hankey was in vogue as a great banker, a sailor had as part of his pay, a draft on him for fifty pounds. This the sailor thought an immense sum, and calling at the house, insisted upon seeing the master in private. This was at length acceded to; and when the banker and the sailor met together, the following conversation ensued. Sailor: Mr. Hankey, I’ve got a tickler for you—didn’t like to expose you before the lads.—Hankey: That was kind. Pray, what’s this tickler?—Sailor: Never mind, don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you; ’tis a fifty.—Hankey: Ah! that’s a tickler, indeed.—Sailor: Don’t fret; give me five pounds now, and the rest at so much a week, I shan’t mention it to anybody.
804. When Mr. Hankey was popular as a successful banker, a sailor received a draft from him for fifty pounds as part of his pay. The sailor thought this was a huge amount, so he went to the bank and insisted on seeing the boss privately. Eventually, this was agreed to, and when the banker and the sailor met, their conversation went like this. Sailor: Mr. Hankey, I’ve got something for you—didn’t want to embarrass you in front of the guys.—Hankey: That was thoughtful. What is this something?—Sailor: Never mind, don’t worry, I won’t hurt you; it’s fifty pounds.—Hankey: Ah! that’s something, indeed.—Sailor: Don’t worry; just give me five pounds now, and I’ll take the rest in weekly payments, and I won’t mention it to anyone.
805. A conceited coxcomb once said to a barber’s boy, Did you ever shave a monkey? Why no, sir, replied the boy, never; but if you will please to sit down, I will try.
805. A conceited fool once said to a barber's apprentice, "Have you ever shaved a monkey?" The boy replied, "No, sir, never; but if you'll take a seat, I'll give it a shot."
806. An Irishman, a short time since, bid an extraordinary price for an alarum clock, and gave as a reason, That, as he loved to rise early, he had nothing to do but to pull the string, and he could wake himself.
806. Recently, an Irishman offered an unusual price for an alarm clock and explained that since he liked to wake up early, all he had to do was pull the string, and he could wake himself up.
807. A certain noble lord being in his early years much addicted to dissipation, his mother advised him to take example by a gentleman, whose food was herbs, and his drink water. What! madam, said he, would you have me to imitate a man who eats like a beast and drinks like a fish?
807. A certain noble lord, in his youth, was very into partying, and his mother suggested he follow the example of a man whose diet consisted of herbs and water. "What? Seriously, mom," he replied, "you want me to copy someone who eats like an animal and drinks like a fish?"
808. The town of Chartres was besieged by Henry IV., and at last capitulated. The magistrate of the town, on giving up his keys, addressed his majesty:—This town belongs to your highness by divine law, and by human law. And by cannon law, too, added Henry.
808. The town of Chartres was besieged by Henry IV and eventually surrendered. The town magistrate, while handing over the keys, said to his majesty:—This town rightfully belongs to you by divine law and by human law. And by cannon law, too, added Henry.
809. The Marquis St. André applied to Louvois, the war-minister of Louis XIV., for a small place then vacant. Louvois having received some complaints against the marquis, refused to comply. The nobleman, somewhat nettled, rather hastily said, If I were to enter again into the service, I know what I would do. And pray what would you do? inquired the minister in a furious tone. St. André recollected himself, and had the presence of mind to say, I would take care to behave in such a manner, that your excellency should have nothing to reproach me with. Louvois, agreeably surprised at this reply, immediately granted his request.
809. The Marquis St. André approached Louvois, the war minister of Louis XIV, about a small job that was currently open. Louvois, having received some complaints about the marquis, declined the request. The nobleman, a bit annoyed, quickly said, "If I were to return to service, I know what I would do." "And what would that be?" the minister asked angrily. St. André collected himself and cleverly replied, "I would make sure to act in such a way that your excellency would have nothing to criticize me for." Louvois, pleasantly surprised by this answer, immediately approved his request.
810. An Irish soldier, who came over with General Moore, being asked if he met with much hospitality in Holland? O yes, replied he, too much: I was in the hospital almost all the time I was there.
810. An Irish soldier who came over with General Moore was asked if he experienced much hospitality in Holland. "Oh yes," he replied, "too much: I was in the hospital almost the whole time I was there."
811. Henry IV. having bestowed the cordon bleu on a nobleman, at the solicitation of the Duke de Nevers, when the collar was put on, the nobleman made the customary speech, Sire, I am not worthy. I know it well, said the king, but I give you the order to please my cousin De Nevers.
811. Henry IV, after awarding the cordon bleu to a nobleman at the request of the Duke de Nevers, the nobleman gave the usual speech, "Sire, I am not worthy. I know that well," said the king, "but I'm giving you the order to make my cousin De Nevers happy."
812. Dr. A., physician at Newcastle, being summoned to a vestry, in order to reprimand the sexton for drunkenness, he dwelt so long on the sexton’s misconduct, as to raise his choler so as to draw from him this expression:—Sir, I was in hopes you would have treated my[165] failings with more gentleness, or that you would have been the last man alive to appear against me, as I have covered so many blunders of yours!
812. Dr. A., a doctor in Newcastle, was called to a meeting to reprimand the sexton for being drunk. He spent so much time discussing the sexton’s behavior that it made the sexton angry enough to say: “Sir, I was hoping you would have been more understanding about my mistakes, or that you would have been the last person to confront me, since I've covered up so many of your blunders!”
813. When I have a cold in my head, said a gentleman in company, I am always remarkably dull and stupid. You are much to be pitied, then, sir, replied another, for I don’t remember ever to have seen you without.
813. When I have a cold in my head, said a man in the group, I always feel really dull and stupid. You have my sympathy, then, sir, replied another, because I can’t remember ever seeing you without one.
814. A prisoner, at the bar of the Mayor’s Court, being called on to plead to an indictment for larceny, was told by the clerk to hold up his right hand. The man immediately held up his left hand. Hold up your right hand, said the clerk. Please your honour, said the culprit, still keeping up his left hand, I am left-handed.
814. A prisoner, at the Mayor’s Court, was asked to plead to an indictment for theft and was instructed by the clerk to raise his right hand. The man immediately raised his left hand instead. "Raise your right hand," said the clerk. "Your honor, I'm left-handed," replied the defendant, still with his left hand raised.
815. In a large party, one evening, the conversation turned upon young men’s allowance at College. Tom Sheridan lamented the ill-judging parsimony of many parents, in that respect. I am sure, Tom, said his father, you need not complain; I always allowed you eight hundred a year. Yes, father, I must confess you allowed it; but then it was never paid.
815. One evening at a big party, the conversation shifted to how much money young men get at college. Tom Sheridan expressed his frustration at the stinginess of many parents on this topic. "I’m sure, Tom," said his father, "you have no reason to complain; I always gave you eight hundred a year." "Yes, Dad, I have to admit you promised it; but it was never actually paid."
816. When Dr. Parr’s preface to Bellendenus was the theme of general admiration, Horne Tooke said of it, rather contemptuously, It consists of mere scraps; alluding to the frequent use of the Ciceronean language. This sarcasm was mentioned to Parr, who afterwards meeting Tooke, said to him, So, Mr. Tooke, you think my Preface mere scraps? True, replied Tooke, with inimitable readiness, but you know, my dear Doctor, scraps are often tit-bits.
816. When Dr. Parr's preface to Bellendenus was the subject of widespread admiration, Horne Tooke commented on it rather dismissively, saying it was just a collection of scraps, referring to the frequent use of Cicero's style. This sarcasm was brought to Parr's attention, and later, when he ran into Tooke, he said, "So, Mr. Tooke, you think my preface is just scraps?" "True," Tooke replied with his signature quickness, "but you know, my dear Doctor, scraps are often treats."
817. An old woman received a letter from the post-office, at New York. Not knowing how to read, and being anxious to know the contents, supposing it to be from one of her absent sons, she called on a person near to read the letter to her. He accordingly began and read: Charleston, June 23, 1826. Dear mother,—then making a stop to find out what followed (as the writing was rather bad), the old lady exclaimed—Oh, ’tis my poor Jerry, he always stuttered!
817. An elderly woman got a letter from the post office in New York. Since she couldn't read and was eager to know what it said, thinking it might be from one of her sons who was away, she asked someone nearby to read it for her. He started reading: Charleston, June 23, 1826. Dear mother,—then he paused to figure out what came next (because the handwriting was a bit messy), and the old lady exclaimed—Oh, it’s my poor Jerry, he always stuttered!
818. When Kleber was in Egypt, he sustained, during five hours, with only two thousand men, the united efforts of twenty thousand. He was nearly surrounded, was wounded, and had only a narrow defile by which to escape. In this extremity, he called to him a chef de bataillon, named Chevardin, for whom he had a particular regard. Take, said he to him, a company of grenadiers, and stop the enemy at the ravine. You will be killed, but you will save your comrades. Yes, general, replied Chevardin. He gave his watch and his pocket-book to his servant, executed the order, and his death, in fact, arrested the enemy, and saved the French.
818. When Kleber was in Egypt, he held off the combined forces of twenty thousand men with just two thousand for five hours. He was almost surrounded, wounded, and had only a narrow path to escape. In this critical moment, he called over a battalion leader named Chevardin, whom he had a special fondness for. "Take," he said to him, "a company of grenadiers, and hold off the enemy at the ravine. You will be killed, but you will save your comrades." "Yes, general," replied Chevardin. He handed his watch and wallet to his servant, carried out the order, and his sacrifice did indeed stop the enemy and save the French.
819. An Irish gentleman was relating in company that he saw a terrible wind the other night. Saw a wind! said another, I never heard of a wind being seen! But, pray, what was it like? Like to have blown my house about my ears, replied the first.
819. An Irish gentleman was sharing with others that he witnessed a terrible wind the other night. "Saw a wind!" another person said, "I’ve never heard of anyone seeing a wind!" But, please, what was it like? "Like it was about to blow my house down around me," replied the first.
820. Dr. O’Connor, in his History of Poland, says that the Irish are long-lived; that some of them attain to the age of a hundred: in short, adds the doctor, they live as long as they can.
820. Dr. O’Connor, in his History of Poland, says that the Irish live a long time; that some of them reach the age of a hundred: in short, the doctor adds, they live as long as they can.
821. An Irish labourer bought a pair of shoes, and at the same time asked the shoemaker, if he could tell him what would prevent them going down on the sides? The shoemaker said, The only way to prevent that was to change them every morning. Pat accordingly returned the following morning, called for a pair of shoes, fitted them on, left the pair he bought the day before, and was walking out of the shop without further notice, when the shoemaker called to him to know what he was doing, telling him at the same time, that he had forgotten to pay for the shoes he had just bought. And is it what am I doing, you ask? Am not I doing what you told me yesterday, changing my shoes every morning?
821. An Irish laborer bought a pair of shoes and asked the shoemaker if he could tell him how to stop them from wearing down on the sides. The shoemaker replied that the only way to prevent that was to change them every morning. So, Pat came back the next morning, asked for a new pair of shoes, tried them on, left the pair he bought the day before, and was walking out of the shop without saying anything else when the shoemaker called out to him to ask what he was doing, reminding him that he had forgotten to pay for the shoes he had just bought. And what am I doing, you ask? Am I not doing what you told me yesterday—changing my shoes every morning?
822. Notwithstanding the perpetual contention between Rich and Garrick for the favour of the town, they lived upon very friendly terms. Rich had improved his house at Covent Garden, and made it capable of holding[167] more. Garrick went with him to see it, and asked him in the theatrical phrase, How much money it would hold? Sir, said Rich, that question I am at present unable to answer, but were you to appear but one night on my stage, I should be able to tell you to the utmost shilling.
822. Despite the ongoing rivalry between Rich and Garrick for the town’s favor, they maintained a friendly relationship. Rich had upgraded his house at Covent Garden, making it capable of holding[167] more people. Garrick visited to check it out and asked him in theatrical terms how much money it could hold. "Sir," Rich replied, "I can’t answer that right now, but if you performed just one night on my stage, I could tell you down to the last shilling."
823. Sir William Curtis lately sat near a gentleman at a civic dinner, who alluded to the excellence of the knives, adding, that articles manufactured from Cast steel were of a very superior quality, such as razors, forks, &c. Aye, replied the facetious baronet, and soap too—there’s no soap like Castile soap.
823. Sir William Curtis recently sat next to a guy at a civic dinner, who mentioned how great the knives were, adding that items made from cast steel are of really high quality, like razors, forks, etc. “Yeah,” replied the witty baronet, “and soap too—there’s no soap like Castile soap.”
824. A miller, who attempted to be witty at the expense of a youth of weak intellects, accosted him with, John, people say that you are a fool. To this, John replied, I don’t know that I am, sir; I know some things, sir, and some things I don’t know, sir. Well, John, what do you know? I know that millers always have fat hogs, sir. And what don’t you know? I don’t know whose corn they eat, sir.
824. A miller, trying to be clever at the expense of a simple-minded young man, approached him and said, "John, people say you’re a fool." John replied, "I wouldn’t say that I am, sir; I know some things, sir, and there are some things I don’t know, sir." The miller asked, "Well, John, what do you know?" John said, "I know that millers always have fat pigs, sir." The miller then asked, "And what don’t you know?" John replied, "I don’t know whose corn they eat, sir."
825. When Dr. Ehrenberg (the Prussian traveller) was in Egypt, he said to a peasant, I suppose you are quite happy now; the country looks like a garden, and every village has its minaret. God is great! replied the peasant; our master gives with one hand and takes with two.
825. When Dr. Ehrenberg (the Prussian traveler) was in Egypt, he said to a farmer, "I guess you’re pretty happy now; the country looks like a garden, and every village has its minaret." "God is great!" replied the farmer; "our master gives with one hand and takes with two."
826. Frank Hayman was a dull dog. When he buried his wife, a friend asked him why he expended so much money on her funeral? Ah, sir, replied he, she would have done as much, or more, for me, with pleasure.
826. Frank Hayman was a boring guy. When he buried his wife, a friend asked him why he spent so much money on her funeral. "Well, sir," he replied, "she would have done at least as much for me, happily."
827. At a doctor’s shop, a few doors from Westminster Bridge, may be seen written up the following notification: — ——, surgeon, apothecary, and accoucheur to the king.
827. At a doctor's office, a few doors from Westminster Bridge, you can see the following sign: — ——, surgeon, pharmacist, and obstetrician to the king.
828. A certain bishop having recently conferred a piece of preferment on an able and amiable divine, resident near London, the gentleman wrote to his son, who was at school at Brighton, announcing the circum[168]stance; adding, how extremely kind the bishop had been in giving him a stall: to which the youth returned the following answer: Dear father, I am extremely glad to hear of your preferment—now the bishop has given you another stall, perhaps you will keep a horse for me.
828. A bishop recently appointed a talented and likable clergyman living near London to a position, and the man wrote to his son, who was at school in Brighton, to share the news. He mentioned how incredibly generous the bishop had been in giving him the position. The son replied: Dear Dad, I’m really happy to hear about your new position—now that the bishop has given you another one, maybe you'll keep a horse for me.
829. Some one seeing a beggar in his shirt, in winter, as brisk as another muffled up to the ears in furs, asked him how he could endure to go so? The man of many wants replied, Why, sir, you go with your face bare; I am all face. A good reply, for a regular beggar, whether taken in a jocose or a philosophical sense.
829. Someone saw a beggar in his shirt during winter, looking just as lively as another person bundled up in furs, and asked him how he could stand it. The beggar, in need of many things, replied, "Well, sir, you go out with your face exposed; I’m all face." A clever response, whether taken humorously or philosophically.
830. How do you find yourself, Mrs. Judy? said a St. Bartholomew’s surgeon, after taking off the arm of an Irish basket-woman. How do I find myself? why, without my arm—how the devil else should I?
830. How are you doing, Mrs. Judy? asked a St. Bartholomew’s surgeon after amputating the arm of an Irish basket-woman. How am I doing? Well, I’m without my arm—how else would I be?
831. A loving husband once waited on a physician to request him to prescribe for his wife’s eyes, which were very sore. Let her wash them, said the doctor, every morning, with a small glass of brandy. A few weeks after, the doctor chanced to meet the husband. Well, my friend, has your wife followed my advice? She has done everything in her power to do it, doctor, said the spouse, but she never could get the glass higher than her mouth.
831. A caring husband once visited a doctor to ask for a prescription for his wife’s sore eyes. The doctor advised, “Have her wash them every morning with a small glass of brandy.” A few weeks later, the doctor ran into the husband. “So, my friend, has your wife been following my advice?” the doctor asked. The husband replied, “She’s done everything she can, doctor, but she just can’t get the glass higher than her mouth.”
832. Two Scotch clergymen, who were not so long-headed as they themselves imagined, met one day at the turning of a street, and ran their heads together unawares. The shock was rather stunning to one of them. He pulled off his hat, and laying his hand on his forehead, said, Sic a thump! my heed’s a’ ringing again. Nae wonder, said his companion, your heed was aye Boss (empty), that makes it ring; my heed disna ring a bit. How could it ring, said the other, seeing it is cracket? cracket vessels never ring.—Each described the other to a T.
832. Two Scottish clergymen, who weren't as clever as they thought they were, bumped into each other one day at the corner of a street without realizing it. The impact was quite shocking for one of them. He took off his hat and put his hand on his forehead, saying, “What a hit! My head is ringing again.” “No wonder,” replied his friend, “your head was always empty, which is why it rings; mine doesn’t ring at all.” “How could it ring,” the other said, “since it's cracked? Cracked vessels never ring.” Each described the other perfectly.
833. I will save you a thousand pounds, said an Irishman to an old gentleman, if you don’t stand in your own light. How? You have a daughter, and you intend to[169] give her ten thousand as a marriage portion. I do, sir. I will take her with nine thousand.
833. I'll save you a thousand pounds, said an Irishman to an old gentleman, if you don't get in your own way. How? You have a daughter, and you plan to give her ten thousand as a marriage portion. I do, sir. I'll take her with nine thousand.
834. An Irishman telling what he called an excellent story, a gentleman observed, he had met with it in a book published many years ago. Confound those ancients, said Teague, they are always stealing one’s good thoughts.
834. An Irishman sharing what he called a great story, a gentleman pointed out that he had come across it in a book published many years ago. Darn those old timers, said Teague, they’re always taking our good ideas.
835. A man of the name of Mark Noble, passing by the garrison at Hull, the sentinel, as usual, called out, Who goes there? Twenty shillings, answered Mark. That cannot be, said the sentinel. Why, a Mark and a Noble make twenty shillings, said Mark.
835. A man named Mark Noble, walking by the garrison at Hull, was called out by the sentinel, as usual, asking, "Who goes there?" Mark replied, "Twenty shillings." The sentinel responded, "That can't be." Mark then said, "Well, a Mark and a Noble make twenty shillings."
836. I live in Julia’s eyes, said an affected dandy in Colman’s hearing. I don’t wonder at it, replied George, since I observed she had a sty in them when I saw her last.
836. "I live in Julia’s eyes," said an affected dandy within Colman’s earshot. "I’m not surprised," replied George, "since I noticed she had a sty in them the last time I saw her."
837. A veteran at the battle of Trafalgar, who was actively employed at one of the guns on the quarter-deck of the Britannia, had his leg shot off below the knee, and observed to an officer, who was ordering him to be conveyed to the cockpit, That’s but a shilling touch; an inch higher and I should have had my eighteen pence for it; alluding by this to the scale of pensions allowed for wounds, which, of course, increase according to their severity. The same hearty fellow, as they were lifting him on a brother tar’s shoulders, said to one of his friends, Bob, take a look for my leg, and give me the silver buckle out of my shoe; I’ll do as much for you, please God, some other time.
837. A veteran from the Battle of Trafalgar, who was actively working one of the guns on the quarter-deck of the Britannia, had his leg blown off below the knee. He said to an officer who was telling him to be taken to the cockpit, "That's just a shilling's worth; an inch higher and I would have gotten eighteen pence for it," referring to the pension scale for wounds, which goes up based on their severity. The same cheerful guy, as they were lifting him onto a fellow sailor's shoulders, told one of his friends, "Bob, keep an eye out for my leg and grab the silver buckle from my shoe; I’ll do as much for you, God willing, another time."
838. Some time after Louis XIV. had collated the celebrated Bossuet to the bishopric of Meaux, he asked the citizens how they liked their new bishop. Why, your majesty, we like him pretty well. Pretty well! why what fault have you to find with him? To tell your majesty the truth, we should have preferred having a bishop who had finished his education; for whenever we wait upon him, we are told that he is at his studies.
838. Some time after Louis XIV appointed the famous Bossuet as the bishop of Meaux, he asked the citizens how they felt about their new bishop. They replied, "Well, Your Majesty, we like him quite a bit." "Quite a bit! What issues do you have with him?" They said, "To be honest, Your Majesty, we would have preferred a bishop who had completed his education; because every time we visit him, we are told that he is studying."
839. A boy who did not return after the holidays to[170] Winchester school, by the time the master had charged him to do, returned at last loaded with a fine ham, as a bribe. The master took the ham, and told him, that he might give his compliments to his mother for the ham, but assured him it should not save his bacon, and flogged him.
839. A boy who didn’t come back to[170] Winchester School after the holidays, as the teacher had instructed, finally returned with a large ham as a bribe. The teacher accepted the ham and told him that he could send his regards to his mother for it, but assured him it wouldn’t help him avoid punishment and whipped him.
840. Previous to a late general election, two candidates for a northern county met in a ball-room. Why do you sit still? said a friend, to one of them, whilst your opponent is tripping it so assiduously with the electors’ wives and daughters? The aspirant for parliamentary fame replied, I have no objection to his dancing for the county, if I am allowed to sit for it.
840. Before a recent general election, two candidates for a northern county met in a ballroom. "Why are you just sitting there?" a friend asked one of them, "while your opponent is dancing so eagerly with the voters' wives and daughters?" The candidate aiming for parliamentary fame replied, "I don't mind him dancing for the county, as long as I can sit for it."
841. An uninformed Irishman, hearing the Sphinx alluded to in company, whispered to a friend, Sphinx! who is he now? A monster-man. Oh, a Munster man! I thought he was from Connaught, replied the Irishman, determined not to seem totally unacquainted with the family.
841. An uninformed Irishman, hearing the Sphinx mentioned in a conversation, whispered to a friend, "Sphinx! Who is he?" "A monster-man." "Oh, a Munster man! I thought he was from Connaught," replied the Irishman, trying not to appear completely clueless about the family.
842. An Irish gentleman, sojourning at Mitchner’s Hotel, Margate, felt much annoyed at the smallness of the bottles, considering the high price of the wine. One evening, taking his glass with a friend in the coffee-room, the pompous owner came in, when the gentleman, after apologizing to Mitchner, told him he and his friend had laid a wager, which he must decide, by telling him what profession he was bred to. Mitchner, after some hesitation at the question, answered that he was bred to the law. Then, said the gentleman, I have lost, for I laid that you was bred a packer. A packer, sir! said Mitchner, swelling like a turkey-cock, what could induce you, sir, to think I was bred a packer? Why, sir, said the other, I judged so from your wine measures, for I thought no man but a skilful packer could put a quart of wine into a pint bottle.
842. An Irish gentleman staying at Mitchner’s Hotel in Margate was really frustrated by the small size of the wine bottles, especially given the high price of the wine. One evening, while having a drink with a friend in the coffee room, the pompous owner walked in. The gentleman, after apologizing to Mitchner, told him that he and his friend had a bet and needed him to decide it by revealing what profession he had trained for. Mitchner, after a moment of hesitation, replied that he was trained in law. The gentleman then said, “I’ve lost, because I bet that you were trained as a packer.” “A packer, sir!” exclaimed Mitchner, puffing up like a turkey, “What made you think I was trained as a packer?” “Well, sir,” said the other, “I figured that out from your wine measures, since I thought only a skilled packer could fit a quart of wine into a pint bottle.”
843. Lady Carteret, wife of the lord lieutenant of Ireland, in Swift’s time, said to him, The air of this country is good. For God’s sake, madam, said Swift, don’t say so in England: if you do they will certainly tax it.
843. Lady Carteret, wife of the lord lieutenant of Ireland, during Swift’s time, said to him, "The air in this country is nice." Swift replied, "For God’s sake, madam, don’t say that in England: if you do, they will definitely tax it."
844. King Charles II. was reputed a great connoisseur in naval architecture. Being once at Chatham, to view a ship just finished, on the stocks, he asked the famous Killigrew, if he did not think he should make an excellent shipwright? who pleasantly replied, He always thought his majesty would have done better at any other trade than his own. No favourable compliment, but as true a one, perhaps, as ever was paid.
844. King Charles II was known to be a great expert in shipbuilding. Once, when he was at Chatham to see a newly finished ship on the stocks, he asked the famous Killigrew if he thought he would make an excellent shipwright. Killigrew humorously replied that he always believed the king would have done better in any other profession than his own. It wasn’t a flattering compliment, but it might be one of the truest ever given.
845. One day Dean Swift observed a great rabble assembled before the deanery door, in Kevin Street, and upon inquiring into the cause of it, he was told they were waiting to see the eclipse. He immediately sent for the beadle and told him what he should do. Away ran Davy for his bell, and after ringing it some time among the crowd, bawled out—O yes, O yes? all manner of persons here concerned are desired to take notice, that it is the Dean of St. Patrick’s good will and pleasure, that the eclipse be put off till this time to-morrow! so God save the king and his reverence the dean. The mob upon this dispersed; only some Irish wit, more shrewd and cunning than the rest, said, with great self-complacency, that they would not lose another afternoon, for that the dean, who was a very comical man, might take it into his head to put off the eclipse again, and so make fools of them a second time.
845. One day, Dean Swift noticed a large crowd gathered outside the deanery door on Kevin Street, and when he asked what was going on, he was told they were waiting to see the eclipse. He quickly summoned the beadle and instructed him on what to do. Davy hurried off to get his bell, and after ringing it for a while among the crowd, he shouted—Oh yes, oh yes! All those present are requested to take note that it is the Dean of St. Patrick’s wish and pleasure that the eclipse is postponed until this time tomorrow! So God save the king and his reverence the dean. The crowd then dispersed; however, one clever Irishman, sharper and more cunning than the rest, remarked with great satisfaction that they wouldn’t waste another afternoon since the dean, who was quite a funny guy, might decide to delay the eclipse again and make fools of them a second time.
846. Some school-boys meeting a poor woman driving asses, one of them said to her, Good morning, mother of asses! Good morning, my children, was the reply.
846. Some schoolboys saw a poor woman driving donkeys, and one of them said to her, "Good morning, mother of donkeys!" She replied, "Good morning, my children."
847. A clergyman being at the point of death, a neighbouring brother, who had some interest with his patron, applied to him for the next presentation; upon which the former, who soon recovered, upbraided him with a breach of friendship, and said he wanted his death. No, no, doctor, said the other, you quite mistake: it was your living I wanted.
847. A clergyman was on his deathbed when a nearby colleague, who had some influence with his patron, asked him for the next appointment. The clergyman recovered and confronted him about betraying their friendship, accusing him of wanting him dead. "No, no, doctor," replied the colleague, "you've got it all wrong: I wanted your position."
848. A gentleman in company complaining that he was very subject to catch cold in his feet, another, not over-loaded with sense, told him that might easily be prevented, if he would follow his directions. I always get, said[172] he, a thin piece of lead out of an India chest, and fit it to my shoe for this purpose. Then, sir, said the former, you are like a rope-dancer’s pole, you have lead at both ends.
848. A guy in a group was complaining that he often catches a cold in his feet. Another guy, not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, told him that could easily be avoided if he followed his advice. “I always take a thin piece of lead from an India chest and stick it in my shoe for that reason.” Then the first guy replied, “So, you're like a tightrope walker’s pole—you have lead on both ends.”
849. The late Duchess of Kingston, who was remarkable for having a very high sense of her own dignity, being one day detained in her carriage by a cart of coals that was unloading in the street, she leaned with both her arms upon the door, and asked the fellow, How dare you, sirrah, stop a woman of quality in the street? Woman of quality! replied the man. Yes, fellow, rejoined her grace, don’t you see my arms upon my carriage? Yes, I do, indeed, said he, and a pair of plaguy coarse arms they are.
849. The late Duchess of Kingston, known for having a strong sense of her own dignity, was once stuck in her carriage by a coal cart that was unloading in the street. She leaned with both arms on the door and asked the man, "How dare you, sir, stop a woman of quality in the street?" "Woman of quality!" replied the man. "Yes, you lowlife," her grace shot back, "don’t you see my arms on my carriage?" "Yes, I do," he replied, "and they’re a pair of really rough arms."
850. A worthy churchwarden of Canterbury lately excused himself, by note, from a dinner party, by alleging that he was engaged in taking the senses (census) of his parish.
850. A respectable churchwarden from Canterbury recently declined an invitation to a dinner party, explaining in a note that he was busy conducting the census of his parish.
851. On the day for renewing the licences of the publicans in the West Riding of Yorkshire, one of the magistrates said to an old woman who kept a little alehouse, that he trusted she did not put any pernicious ingredients into the liquor; to which she replied, There is nought pernicious put into our barrels but the exciseman’s stick.
851. On the day for renewing the licenses of the pub owners in West Yorkshire, one of the magistrates said to an old woman who ran a small alehouse that he hoped she wasn't adding any harmful ingredients to the drinks. She replied, "The only harmful thing in our barrels is the excise officer's stick."
852. Some soldiers at Chelsea were bragging of the privations they had often undergone; when one of them said, he had slept for weeks on rough boards, with a wooden pillow; the other observed, that was a comfort to what he endured, having slept night after night, in Italy, on marble. An Irish fisherman, who was in company, observed, It was all bother and nonsense, for he had often slept on a bed of oysters.
852. Some soldiers at Chelsea were boasting about the hardships they had faced; when one of them mentioned that he had slept on rough boards with a wooden pillow for weeks, the other replied that it was nothing compared to what he had gone through, having slept night after night on marble in Italy. An Irish fisherman, who was with them, remarked that it was all nonsense, as he had often slept on a bed of oysters.
853. A droll fellow, who got a livelihood by fiddling at fairs and about the country, was one day met by an acquaintance that had not seen him a great while, who accosted him thus: Bless me! what, are you alive? Why not? answered the fiddler; did you send anybody to kill me? No, replied the other, but I was told you[173] were dead. Ay, so it was reported, it seems, said the fiddler, but I knew it was false as soon as I heard it.
853. A funny guy, who made a living playing the fiddle at fairs and around the countryside, was one day approached by an acquaintance he hadn't seen in a while. The acquaintance said, “Wow! Are you really alive?” The fiddler replied, “Why wouldn’t I be? Did you send someone to kill me?” The other person said, “No, but I heard you were dead.” The fiddler said, “Yeah, I heard that too, but I knew it wasn't true as soon as I got the news.”
854. Mr. M——, the artist, was reading the paper the other day, while his boy, who had the daily task of preparing his palette for him, was rubbing in the various tints, when the boy suddenly stopped, and, with an anxious look, said, Pray, sir, I have heard so much about it, will you have the goodness to tell me what is the Color o’ Morbus?
854. Mr. M——, the artist, was reading the newspaper the other day while his son, who had the daily job of preparing his palette, was mixing the different colors. Suddenly, the boy stopped and, looking worried, asked, "Excuse me, sir, I’ve heard a lot about it. Could you please tell me what the Color of Morbus is?"
855. Milton, the British Homer, and prince of modern poets, in his latter days, and when he was blind—(a thing some men do with their eyes open), married a shrew. The Duke of Buckingham one day, in Milton’s hearing, called her a rose. I am no judge of flowers, observed Milton, but it may be so, for I feel the thorns daily.
855. Milton, the British Homer and leading modern poet, in his later years, and when he was blind—(something some people do with their eyes open)—married a difficult woman. One day, the Duke of Buckingham, while in Milton’s presence, referred to her as a rose. Milton replied, “I’m not a judge of flowers, but that might be true, because I feel the thorns every day.”
856. One of the wooden mitres, carved by Gui. Gibbon, over one of the stalls, in the cathedral church of Canterbury, happening to become loose, Jessy White, the surveyor of that edifice, inquired of the dean whether he should make it fast; for, perhaps, said Jessy, it may fall on your reverence’s head. Well, Jessy, suppose it does, answered the humorous Cantab, suppose it does fall on my head, I don’t know that a mitre falling on my head would hurt it.
856. One of the wooden mitres, carved by Gui Gibbon, became loose on one of the stalls in the cathedral church of Canterbury. Jessy White, the surveyor of the building, asked the dean if he should secure it, saying, “It might fall on your head, your reverence.” The dean humorously replied, “Well, Jessy, if it does fall on my head, I don’t think a mitre hitting me would actually hurt.”
857. A gentleman of Magdalen College, whose name was Nott, returning late from his friend’s rooms in rather a merry mood, and, not quite able to preserve his centre of gravity, in his way home, attracted the attention of the proctor, who demanded his name and college. I am Nott of Maudlin, was the hiccuping reply. Sir, said the proctor, in an angry tone, I did not ask of what college you are not, but of what college you are. I am Nott of Maudlin, was again the broken reply. The proctor, enraged at what he considered contumely, insisted on accompanying him to Maudlin, whither having arrived, he demanded of the porter whether he knew the gentleman. Know him, sir, said the porter, yes, it is Mr. Nott, of this college. The proctor now perceived[174] his error in not understanding the gentleman, and, laughing heartily at the affair, wished him a good night.
857. A guy from Magdalen College named Nott was coming back late from his friend's room, feeling pretty cheerful but not quite balanced. On his way home, he caught the attention of the proctor, who asked for his name and college. “I’m Nott of Maudlin,” he replied, hiccuping. “Sir,” the proctor said, angrily, “I didn’t ask what college you’re not from, but which one you are." “I’m Nott of Maudlin,” he said again, stumbling over his words. The proctor, annoyed at what he thought was disrespect, insisted on taking him to Magdalen. Once they arrived, he asked the porter if he knew this guy. “Know him, sir? Yes, that’s Mr. Nott from this college.” The proctor then realized his mistake in not understanding the gentleman and laughed heartily at the situation, wishing him a good night.
858. Bishop Sherlock and Hoadly were both fresh-men of the same year, at Catherine Hall, Cambridge. The classical subject in which they were first lectured, was Tully’s Offices, and it so happened, one morning, that Hoadly received a compliment from the tutor for the excellence of his construing. Sherlock, a little vexed at the preference shown to his rival (for such they then were), and, thinking to bore Hoadly by the remark, said, when they left the lecture-room, Ben, you made good use of L’Estrange’s translation to-day. Why, no, Tom, retorted Hoadly, I did not, for I had not got one; and I forgot to borrow yours, which is the only one in the college.
858. Bishop Sherlock and Hoadly were both freshmen in the same year at Catherine Hall, Cambridge. The first classical subject they were taught was Cicero’s Offices, and one morning, Hoadly received praise from the tutor for the quality of his translation. Sherlock, feeling a bit annoyed at the attention given to his rival (since they were competitors at that time), tried to get under Hoadly's skin by saying, as they left the lecture room, “Ben, you really made good use of L’Estrange’s translation today.” Hoadly shot back, “Actually, no, Tom, I didn’t, because I don’t have one; and I forgot to borrow yours, which is the only one in the college.”
859. A cockney sportsman, being out one day amusing himself with shooting, happened to fire through a hedge, on the other side of which was a man, standing or leaning, no matter which. The shot passed through the man’s hat, but missed the bird. Did you fire at me, sir? he hastily asked. O no, sir, said the shrewd sportsman, I never hit what I fire at.
859. A Cockney sportsman was out one day having fun shooting when he accidentally fired through a hedge, where a man was standing or leaning—doesn’t matter which. The shot went through the man's hat but missed the bird. "Did you just shoot at me, sir?" he quickly asked. "Oh no, sir," replied the clever sportsman, "I never hit what I aim at."
860. Some persons broke into the stables belonging to a troop of horse, which was quartered at Carlisle, and wantonly docked the tail of every horse close to the rump. The captain, relating the circumstance next day, to a brother officer, said he was at a loss what to do with the horses. I fancy you must dispose of them by wholesale, was the reply. Why by wholesale? Because you’ll certainly find it impossible to retail them.
860. Some people broke into the stables of a troop of horses stationed at Carlisle and carelessly cut off the tail of each horse right at the rump. The captain, sharing the story the next day with a fellow officer, said he was unsure what to do with the horses. I guess you’ll have to sell them in bulk, was the response. Why in bulk? Because you’ll definitely find it impossible to sell them individually.
861. At one of the Holland House Sunday dinner-parties, a few years 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;
861. At one of the Sunday dinner parties at Holland House a few years ago, people were discussing the new Crockford’s club that was forming. The gracious hostess remarked that a woman's love for diamonds was surely less destructive than a man's obsession with gambling. "So, you think clubs are worse than diamonds?” Mr. Rogers quipped. This joke sparked laughter, and once it died down, Sydney Smith penned the following spontaneous little sermon—most fittingly on a card;
862. The Duke of Clarence jocularly observing to a captain of the navy, that he heard he read the Bible, wished to know what he had learned from it. The captain replied that there was one part of Scripture, at least, which he well remembered, and thought it contained an admirable lesson. What is that? cried the duke. Not to put my trust in princes! your royal highness.
862. The Duke of Clarence jokingly told a navy captain that he heard he read the Bible and wanted to know what he had learned from it. The captain replied that there was one part of Scripture he remembered well and thought it contained a great lesson. "What is that?" exclaimed the duke. "Not to put my trust in princes!" your royal highness.
863. Mr. Abrahams, said Lord Mansfield, this man is your son, and cannot go in the same bail bond. He ish not my son, my lord. Why, Mr. Abrahams, here are twenty in court will prove it. I will shwear, my lord, he ish not. Take care, Abrahams, or I will send you to the King’s Bench. Now, my lord, if your lordship pleases, I will tell you the truth. Well, I shall be glad to hear the truth from a Jew, replied Lord Mansfield. My lord, I wash in Amsterdam two years and three quarters; when I came home I findish this lad; now the law obliges me to maintain him; and consequently, my lord, he ish but my son-in-law. Well, rejoined Lord Mansfield, this is the best definition of a son-in-law I ever heard.
863. Mr. Abrahams, said Lord Mansfield, this man is your son and cannot be included in the same bail bond. He is not my son, my lord. Well, Mr. Abrahams, there are twenty people in court who can prove it. I will swear, my lord, he is not. Be careful, Abrahams, or I will send you to the King’s Bench. Now, my lord, if it pleases your lordship, I will tell you the truth. Well, I would be glad to hear the truth from a Jew, replied Lord Mansfield. My lord, I was in Amsterdam for two years and three quarters; when I came home, I found this lad; now the law requires me to support him, and so, my lord, he is only my son-in-law. Well, replied Lord Mansfield, that is the best definition of a son-in-law I have ever heard.
864. An Irishman being told that a friend of his had put his money in the stocks, Well, said he, I never had a farthing in the stocks, but I have had my legs often enough in them.
864. An Irishman, when told that a friend of his had invested his money in the stock market, replied, "Well, I've never had a penny in the stocks, but I've certainly had my legs stuck in them plenty of times."
865. Dr. Fuller having requested one of his companions, who was a bon vivant, to make an epitaph for him, received the following, with the conceit of which he always expressed himself much pleased—“Here lies Fuller’s earth.”
865. Dr. Fuller asked one of his friends, who was a lover of fine living, to write an epitaph for him. He received the following, which he always claimed to be quite pleased with—“Here lies Fuller’s earth.”
866. Two Irish seamen being on board a ship of war that was lying at Spithead, one of them, looking on[176] Haslar Hospital, observed, How much that building puts me in mind of my father’s stables. Arrah, my honey, cried the other, come with me, and I will shew you what will put you in mind of your father’s house. So saying, he led him to the pig-sty. There, said he, does not that put you in mind of your father’s parlour?
866. Two Irish sailors were on a warship docked at Spithead. One of them, looking at [176] Haslar Hospital, said, "That building really reminds me of my dad's stables." "Oh, my dear," exclaimed the other, "come with me, and I'll show you something that will remind you of your dad's house." With that, he led him to the pigsty. "See," he said, "doesn’t that remind you of your dad’s living room?"
867. At a violent opposition election for Shrewsbury, in the reign of George I., a half-pay officer, who was a non-resident burgess, was, with some other voters, brought down from London at the expense of Mr. Kynaston, one of the candidates. The old campaigner regularly attended and feasted at the houses which were opened for the electors in Mr. Kynaston’s interest, until the last day of the polling, when, to the astonishment of the party, he gave his vote to his opponent. For this strange conduct he was reproached by his quondam companions, and asked, what could have induced him to act so dishonourable a part, and become an apostate. An apostate! answered the old soldier—an apostate! by no means. I made up my mind about whom I should vote for before I set out upon this campaign; but I remembered the duke’s constant advice to us when I served with our army in Flanders—Always quarter upon the enemy, my lads; always quarter upon the enemy.
867. During a heated election for Shrewsbury in the reign of George I, a half-pay officer who didn’t live in the area was brought down from London, along with some other voters, at the expense of Mr. Kynaston, one of the candidates. This seasoned campaigner regularly attended and enjoyed the hospitality of the houses that were hosting electors in support of Mr. Kynaston, up until the final day of voting, when, to everyone’s surprise, he cast his vote for his opponent. His former companions confronted him about his unexpected choice and asked what could have driven him to act in such a dishonorable way and become a traitor. "A traitor!" the old soldier replied. "Not at all. I made my decision about whom to vote for before I started this campaign; but I remembered the duke’s constant advice to us when I served with our army in Flanders—Always camp on the enemy, my lads; always camp on the enemy."
868. One of those Hibernian lapidaries to whose skill the London pavements are so highly indebted, was tried at the Old Bailey one day for biting off the nose of a Welchman, a brother paviour, in a quarrel, at their work. The unfortunate Cambrian appeared in court with his noseless countenance, and swore the fact against the prisoner; but Dennis stoutly denied it, and called his gossip, another Hibernian paviour, to give evidence in his defence. This witness, with great apparent simplicity, stated, That to be sure his gossip and the other man had a little bit of a scrimmage, and both fell together; that the Welchman made several attempts to bite his gossip’s face, and at last he made a twist of his mouth, and bit off his own nose in a mistake.
868. One of those Irish stoneworkers, to whom the London sidewalks owe so much, was put on trial at the Old Bailey one day for biting off the nose of a Welshman, a fellow worker, during a fight at work. The unfortunate Welshman showed up in court with his noseless face and testified against the accused; however, Dennis firmly denied it and called his friend, another Irish stoneworker, to testify in his defense. This witness, with great simplicity, stated that, of course, he and the other man had a little scuffle, and they both fell over; that the Welshman made several attempts to bite his friend’s face, and in the end, he twisted his mouth and accidentally bit off his own nose.
869. Counsellor Crips, of Cork, being on a party at Castle Martyr, the seat of the Earl of Shannon, in Ireland, one of the company, who was a physician, strolled out before dinner into the church-yard. Dinner being served up, and the doctor not returned, some of the company were expressing their surprise where he could be gone to. Oh, said the counsellor, he is but just stepped out to pay a visit to some of his old patients.
869. Counselor Crips, from Cork, was at a gathering at Castle Martyr, the home of the Earl of Shannon in Ireland. One of the guests, who was a doctor, walked out to the churchyard before dinner. When dinner was ready and the doctor hadn't come back, some of the guests were wondering where he could have gone. Oh, said the counselor, he's just stepped out to visit some of his old patients.
870. Sir John Davis, a Welchman, in the reign of King James I., wrote a letter to the king in these words: Most mighty Prince! the gold mine that was lately discovered in Ballycurry turns out to be a lead one.
870. Sir John Davis, a Welshman, during the reign of King James I, wrote a letter to the king that said: Most mighty Prince! the gold mine that was recently discovered in Ballycurry turns out to be a lead mine.
871. An Irish gentleman in company, seeing that the lights were so dim as only to render the darkness visible, called out lustily, Here, waiter, let me have a couple of daycent candles, just that I may see how these others burn.
871. An Irish gentleman in a group noticed that the lights were so dim they barely made the darkness visible, and he called out loudly, "Hey, waiter, bring me a couple of decent candles so I can see how these others burn."
872. An Irishman lately arriving in London, and passing through Broad Street, observed a glass globe, containing some fine large gold fish, he exclaimed—And sure, this is the first time in my life that I have seen live red herrings.
872. An Irishman who had just arrived in London and was walking through Broad Street saw a glass globe with some big goldfish in it. He exclaimed, "And this is the first time in my life that I've seen live red herrings!"
873. The father of the celebrated Sheridan was one day descanting on the pedigree of his family, regretting that they were no longer styled the O’Sheridans, as they were formerly. Indeed, father, replied Sheridan, then a boy, we have more right to the O than any one else; for we owe everybody.
873. The father of the famous Sheridan was talking one day about his family's background, lamenting the fact that they were no longer called the O’Sheridans, as they used to be. "Actually, Dad," replied Sheridan, who was just a boy at the time, "we have more claim to the O than anyone else because we owe money to everyone."
874. A country carpenter having neglected to make a gibbet (which was ordered by the executioner), on the ground that he had not been paid for the last he erected, gave so much offence, that the next time the judge went the circuit he was sent for. Fellow, said the judge, in a stern tone, how came you to neglect making the gibbet that was ordered on my account? I humbly beg your pardon, said the carpenter, had I known it had been for your lordship, it should have been done immediately.
874. A country carpenter neglected to build a gallows (which was requested by the executioner) because he hadn’t been paid for the last one he set up. This caused so much trouble that the next time the judge was on circuit, he was summoned. "Hey," said the judge in a serious tone, "why did you ignore the request to make the gallows that was ordered for me?" "I sincerely apologize," said the carpenter, "if I had known it was for your lordship, I would have done it right away."
875. An Intendant of Montpellier, having lost his lady, was solicitous that the chief officers of the city should attend her funeral obsequies. This honour the magistrates thought proper to refuse, because it was not customary, and might introduce a bad precedent. With a view, however, to conciliate the favour of a person whom it would not be their interest to offend, they politely added, If, sir, it had been your own funeral, we should have attended it with the greatest pleasure.
875. An Intendant of Montpellier, having lost his wife, wanted the main city officials to attend her funeral. The magistrates decided to decline this request because it wasn't the usual practice and could set a bad precedent. However, to keep on good terms with someone they didn't want to upset, they politely added, "If it were your own funeral, sir, we would have attended gladly."
876. An Irish bookseller, previous to a trial in which he was the defendant, was informed by his counsel, that if there were any of the jury to whom he had personal objection, he might legally challenge them. Faith, and so I will, replied he; if they do not bring me off handsomely I will shoot every man of them.
876. An Irish bookseller, before a trial where he was the defendant, was told by his lawyer that if there were any jurors he had personal issues with, he could legally challenge them. "Well, I will," he replied; "if they don’t let me off easy, I’ll take a shot at every one of them."
877. A prisoner confined in a French prison for a petty debt, lately sent to his creditor, to let him know he had a proposal to make for their mutual benefit. The creditor came, and the incarcerated thus addressed him: Sir, I have been thinking that it is a very idle thing for me to be here, and put you to the expense of twenty sous a day. My being so chargeable to you has given me great uneasiness, and God knows what it may cost you in the end. Therefore, I propose that you should let me out of prison, and, instead of a franc, you shall allow me only ten sous a day, and the other half franc shall go towards the discharge of the debt.[C]
877. A prisoner stuck in a French jail for a small debt recently reached out to his creditor to suggest a deal that would benefit them both. The creditor came to visit, and the prisoner said: "Sir, I've been thinking about how pointless it is for me to be here, costing you twenty sous a day. It's been troubling me to be such a burden, and who knows what it might end up costing you in the long run. So, I propose that you let me out of prison, and instead of paying you a franc, I’ll only give you ten sous a day, with the other half franc going towards settling the debt." [C]
878. Porson was no less distinguished for his wit and humour during his residence in Cambridge, than for his profound learning; and he would frequently divert himself by sending quizzical morceaux, in the shape of notes, to his companions. He one day sent his gyp with a note to a certain Cantab, who is now a D.D. and master of his college, requesting him to find the value of nothing; next day he met his friend walking, and, stopping him, he desired to know, whether he had succeeded? His friend answered, Yes. And what may it be? asked Porson.[179] Sixpence! replied he, which I gave the man for bringing the note.
878. Porson was just as known for his wit and humor while he was at Cambridge as he was for his deep knowledge; he often entertained himself by sending playful notes to his friends. One day, he sent his messenger with a note to a certain Cambridge guy, who is now a D.D. and head of his college, asking him to find the value of nothing. The next day, he ran into his friend while he was walking and stopped him to ask if he had figured it out. His friend replied, Yes. And what is it? Porson asked. Sixpence! he said, which I gave the guy for delivering the note. [179]
879. A fellow of atrocious ugliness chanced to pick up a looking-glass on his road. But when he looked at himself he flung it away in a rage, crying, Curse you, if you were good for anything you would not have been thrown away by your owner.
879. A guy who was incredibly ugly happened to find a mirror on his way. But when he looked at himself, he tossed it aside in anger, shouting, “Damn you, if you had any value, your owner wouldn't have discarded you.”
880. Dr. Graham being on his stage at Chelmsford, in Essex, in order to promote the sale of his medicines, told the country people that he came there for the good of the public, not for want. Then speaking to his merry Andrew, Andrew, said he, do we come here for want? No, faith, sir, said Andrew, we have enough of that at home.
880. Dr. Graham was performing in Chelmsford, Essex, to sell his medicines and told the local people that he was there for the public good, not out of necessity. Then he turned to his assistant, saying, "Andrew, do we come here out of need?" "Not at all," Andrew replied, "we have plenty of that back home."
881. An Irish gentleman meeting his nephew, who told him he had just been entered at college, replied, I am extremely happy to hear it; make the most of your time and abilities, and I hope I shall live to hear you preach my funeral sermon.
881. An Irish gentleman meeting his nephew, who told him he had just enrolled in college, replied, I'm really happy to hear that; make the most of your time and skills, and I hope I get to hear you deliver my funeral sermon one day.
882. An old gentleman, who used to frequent one of the coffee-houses in Dublin, being unwell, thought he might make so free as to steal an opinion concerning his case; accordingly, one day he took an opportunity of asking one of the faculty, who sat in the same box with him, what he should take for such a complaint? Advice, said the doctor.
882. An older man, who often visited a coffee shop in Dublin, feeling unwell, decided to casually ask for advice about his health. So, one day, he seized the chance to ask a doctor sitting in the same booth what he should take for his condition. "Advice," the doctor replied.
883. An Irishman maintained in company that the sun did not make his revolution round the earth. But how, said one to him, is it possible, that having reached the west, where he sets, he could be seen to rise in the east, if he did not pass underneath the globe? How puzzled you are, replied the obstinate ignorant man; he returns the same way; and if it be not perceived, it is on account of his coming back by night.
883. An Irishman argued in a group that the sun doesn't revolve around the Earth. But someone asked him, how is it possible that when the sun reaches the west, where it sets, it can be seen rising in the east, if it doesn't go underneath the globe? "You’re so confused," replied the stubbornly ignorant man; "he comes back the same way, and if you don’t see it, it’s because he returns at night."
884. Baron d’Adrets occasionally made his prisoners throw themselves headlong, from the battlements of a high tower, upon the pikes of his soldiers. One of these unfortunate persons, having approached the battlements twice, without venturing to leap, the baron reproached[180] him with his want of courage, in a very insulting manner. Why, sir, said the prisoner, bold as you are, I would give you five times before you took the leap. This pleasantry saved the poor fellow’s life.
884. Baron d’Adrets sometimes forced his prisoners to throw themselves off the high tower onto the pikes of his soldiers. One unfortunate man approached the edge twice but didn’t jump, which made the baron insult him for his lack of courage. “Well, sir,” the prisoner replied, “even with your bravery, I’d give you five tries before I made that jump.” This witty remark ended up saving the poor guy’s life.
885. An Irishman, angling in the rain, was observed to keep his line under the arch of a bridge; upon being asked the reason, he gave the following answer: To be sure, the fishes will be after crowding there, in order to keep out of the wet.
885. An Irishman fishing in the rain was seen to keep his line under the arch of a bridge. When asked why, he replied, "Of course, the fish will be crowding there to stay out of the rain."
886. A foolish fellow went to the parish priest, and told him, with a very long face, that he had seen a ghost. When and where? said the pastor. Last night, replied the timid man, I was passing by the church, and up against the wall of it, did I behold the spectre. In what shape did it appear? replied the priest. It appeared in the shape of a great ass. Go home, and say not a word about it, rejoined the pastor: you are a very timid man, and have been frightened by your own shadow.
886. A silly guy went to the parish priest and, looking very serious, told him he had seen a ghost. "When and where?" asked the pastor. "Last night," replied the scared man, "I was walking by the church, and there against the wall, I saw the specter." "What shape did it take?" asked the priest. "It looked like a big donkey." "Go home and don't say a word about it," the pastor said, "You're just a very timid person who got spooked by your own shadow."
887. A lady remarking to a bookseller that she had just had Crabbe’s Tales, and thought them excellent; another lady heard the observation with astonishment, and on the departure of the speaker, asked the bookseller, with a very grave face, If he could tell her how the crab’s tails were dressed, as she should like much to taste them.
887. A woman told a bookseller that she had just read Crabbe’s Tales and thought they were excellent. Another woman overheard this with surprise, and after the first woman left, she asked the bookseller, very seriously, if he could tell her how the crab's tails were prepared, as she would really like to try them.
888. A very worthy, though not particularly erudite, underwriter at Lloyd’s was conversing one day with a friend in the coffee-house, on the subject of a ship they had mutually insured. His friend observed, Do you know, I shrewdly suspect our ship is in jeopardy. The devil she is! said he; well, I am glad that she has got into port at last.
888. A decent but not overly educated underwriter at Lloyd’s was chatting one day with a friend in the café about a ship they had both insured. His friend said, "You know, I have a strong feeling our ship is in trouble." "No way!" he replied; "Well, I’m just glad she finally made it to port."
889. Sir Thomas Overbury says, that the man who has not anything to boast of but his illustrious ancestors, is like a potato plant—the only good belonging to him is under ground.
889. Sir Thomas Overbury says that a man who can only brag about his famous ancestors is like a potato plant—the only good thing about him is beneath the surface.
890. It is well known that the celebrated lawyer Dunning (afterwards Lord Ashburton) was a severe cross-examiner, unsparing in his sarcasms and reflections upon[181] character, when he thought that the truth might be elicited by alarming a witness. He sometimes was harsh and overbearing, when milder behaviour would have done him more credit, and answered his purpose quite as well. Among the numerous rebukes which he received for this habit of severity, the following is related, from his brother barrister, Jack Lee. He mentioned to Lee that he had made a purchase of some manors in Devonshire. It would be well, said Lee, if you could bring them to Westminster Hall.
890. It’s well known that the famous lawyer Dunning (later Lord Ashburton) was a tough cross-examiner, relentless in his sarcasm and comments on character, especially when he thought he could reveal the truth by intimidating a witness. He could be harsh and domineering when a gentler approach would have earned him more respect and worked just as well. Among the many criticisms he faced for this pattern of harshness, the following story comes from his fellow barrister, Jack Lee. He told Lee that he had bought some estates in Devonshire. “It would be great,” said Lee, “if you could bring them to Westminster Hall.”
891. The late Lee Lewes shooting on a field, the proprietor attacked him violently: I allow no person, said he, to kill game on my manor but myself, and I’ll shoot you, if you come here again. What, said the other, I suppose you mean to make game of me.
891. The late Lee Lewes was shooting in a field when the owner confronted him aggressively: "I don’t allow anyone to hunt on my land except for myself, and I’ll shoot you if you come back here." To this, the other replied, "What, are you trying to make a fool out of me?"
892. George the Fourth, on hearing some one declare that Moore had murdered Sheridan, in his biography of that statesman, observed: I won’t say that Mr. Moore has murdered Sheridan, but he has certainly attempted his life.
892. George the Fourth, on hearing someone say that Moore had killed Sheridan in his biography of that politician, remarked: I won’t say that Mr. Moore has killed Sheridan, but he has definitely tried to take his life.
893. The late Duke of Norfolk was remarkably fond of his bottle. On a masquerade night, he consulted Foote as to what character he should appear in. Don’t go disguised, said Foote, but assume a new character; go sober.
893. The late Duke of Norfolk really enjoyed his drink. On a night of a masquerade, he asked Foote what character he should play. “Don’t go in disguise,” Foote said, “but take on a new persona; stay sober.”
894. Lord B—, who sports a ferocious pair of whiskers, meeting Mr. O’Connell in Dublin, the latter said, When do you mean to place your whiskers on the peace establishment? When you place your tongue on the civil list! was the witty rejoinder.
894. Lord B—, who has a fierce set of whiskers, ran into Mr. O’Connell in Dublin, and the latter said, When are you planning to put your whiskers on the peace establishment? When you put your tongue on the civil list! was the quick-witted reply.
895. A gentleman, at whose house Swift was once dining in Ireland, introduced at dinner remarkably small hock glasses, and at length turning to Swift addressed him,—Mr. Dean, I shall be happy to take a glass of hic, hæc, hoc, with you. Sir, rejoined the doctor, I shall be happy to comply, but it must be out of a hujus glass.
895. A gentleman, whose home Swift once dined at in Ireland, brought out some notably small wine glasses for dinner. Eventually, he turned to Swift and said, “Mr. Dean, I’d be glad to have a glass of hic, hæc, hoc, with you.” Swift replied, “I’d be happy to join you, but it has to be from a hujus glass.”
896. There were two very fat noblemen at the court[182] of Louis the Fifteenth, the Duke de L— and the Duke de N—. They were both one day at the levee, when the king began to rally the former on his corpulence. You take no exercise, I suppose, said the king. Pardon me, sire, said de L—, I walk twice a day round my cousin de N—.
896. There were two very overweight noblemen at the court[182] of Louis the Fifteenth, the Duke de L— and the Duke de N—. One day, they were both at the levee when the king started teasing the former about his size. "I assume you don’t get any exercise," said the king. "Actually, sire," replied de L—, "I walk around my cousin de N— twice a day."
897. An avaricious fenman, who kept a very scanty table, dining on Saturday with his son at an ordinary in Cambridge, whispered in his ear, Tom, you must eat for to-day and to-morrow. O, yes, retorted the half-starved lad, but I ha’nt eaten for yesterday and to-day yet, father.
897. A greedy marshman, who had a very bare table, was dining with his son at a pub in Cambridge on Saturday. He whispered in his ear, "Tom, you need to eat for today and tomorrow." "Oh, yes," replied the half-starved boy, "but I haven’t eaten for yesterday and today yet, Dad."
898. Shortly after the commencement of the last war, a tax was laid on candles, which, as a political economist would prove, made them dear. A Scotch wife, in Greenock, remarked to her chandler, Paddy Macbeth, that the price was raised, and asked why. It’s a’ owin’ to the war, said Paddy. The war! said the astonished matron, gracious me! are they gaun to fight by candle light?
898. Soon after the start of the last war, a tax was imposed on candles, which, as a political economist would demonstrate, made them more expensive. A Scottish woman in Greenock told her candle maker, Paddy Macbeth, that the price had gone up and asked why. "It’s all because of the war," said Paddy. "The war!" exclaimed the surprised woman, "Goodness! Are they going to fight by candlelight?"
899. Dr. Parr, who, it is well known, was not very partial to the Thea linensis, although lauded so warmly by a French writer as nostris gratissima musis, being invited to take tea by a lady, with true classic wit and refined gallantry, uttered the following delicate compliment:—Non possum te-cum vivere, nec sine te!
899. Dr. Parr, who, as we all know, wasn't particularly fond of the Thea linensis, even though a French writer praised it so passionately as nostris gratissima musis, was invited to have tea by a lady. With true classic wit and refined charm, he delivered this delicate compliment:—Non possum te-cum vivere, nec sine te!
900. Benjamin Franklin, when a child, found the long graces used by his father before and after meals, very tedious. One day, after the winter’s provisions had been salted—I think, father, said Benjamin, if you were to say grace over the whole cask once for all, it would be a great saving of time.
900. When Benjamin Franklin was a child, he thought the long prayers his father said before and after meals were very boring. One day, after the winter’s supplies had been salted, Benjamin said, "I think, Dad, if you said grace over the whole barrel all at once, it would save a lot of time."
901. Mr. Pitt, said the Duchess of Gordon, I wish you to dine with me at ten this evening. I must decline the honour, said the premier, for I am engaged to sup with the Bishop of Lincoln at nine.
901. Mr. Pitt, the Duchess of Gordon said, I’d like you to have dinner with me at ten this evening. I have to pass on that invitation, the premier replied, because I’m already committed to having supper with the Bishop of Lincoln at nine.
902. Burnet relates that the Habeas Corpus Act was carried by an odd artifice in the House of Lords. Lords Grey and Norris being named the tellers, and Lord Nor[183]ris being subject to vapours, was not at all times attentive; on a very fat lord passing, Lord Grey counted him as ten, as a jest at first, but seeing Lord Norris had not observed it, he went on, and it was reported to the house, and it was declared, that they who were for the bill, were the majority, though it was really on the other side; and by this means the bill was passed. Would that all tricks had the same happy results!
902. Burnet shares that the Habeas Corpus Act was passed through a strange trick in the House of Lords. Lords Grey and Norris were appointed as tellers, but Lord Norris, being prone to fainting spells, wasn’t always focused. When a very heavy lord walked by, Lord Grey jokingly counted him as ten, but since Lord Norris didn’t notice, he continued. This was reported to the house, and it was declared that those in favor of the bill were the majority, even though the actual majority was on the other side. This resulted in the bill being passed. If only all deceptions ended as well!
903. The late Bonnel Thornton, like most wits, was a lover of conviviality, which frequently led him to spend the whole night in company, and all the next morning in bed. On one of these occasions, an old female relation, having waited on him before he had risen, began to read him a familiar lecture on prudence; which she concluded by saying, Ah! Bonnel, Bonnel! I see plainly that you’ll shorten your days. Very true, Madam, replied he, but, by the same rule, you must admit that I shall lengthen my nights.
903. The late Bonnel Thornton, like most witty people, loved to have a good time, which often led him to spend the entire night socializing and then sleep in the next morning. One day, an older female relative, having come to check on him before he got out of bed, started giving him a well-known lecture about being more careful; she finished by saying, "Ah! Bonnel, Bonnel! I can clearly see you’re going to shorten your life." "That’s true, ma'am," he replied, "but by that same logic, you have to admit that I’ll be lengthening my nights."
904. An attorney, who was much molested by a fellow importuning him to bestow something, threatened to have him taken up as a common beggar. A beggar! exclaimed the man, I would have you to know that I am of the same profession as yourself; are we not both solicitors? That may be, friend, yet there is this difference—you are not a legal one, which I am.
904. A lawyer, who was being constantly bothered by someone asking him for a handout, threatened to have him picked up as a common beggar. "A beggar!" the man exclaimed, "I want you to know that I'm in the same line of work as you; aren't we both solicitors?" "That may be true, my friend, but there's a difference—you aren't a legal one like I am."
905. Two Oxonians dining together, one of them noticing a spot of grease on the neckcloth of his companion, said, I see you are a Grecian. Pooh! said the other, that’s far-fetched. No, indeed, said the punster, I made it on the spot.
905. Two people from Oxford were having dinner together when one of them noticed a spot of grease on his companion's neckcloth and said, "I see you're a Grecian." "Come on," replied the other, "that’s a stretch." "Not at all," said the jokester, "I made it on the spot."
906. Foote being in company, and the Tuscan grape producing more riot than concord, he observed one gentleman so far gone in debate as to throw the bottle at his antagonist’s head; upon which, catching the missile in his hand, he restored the harmony of the company, by observing, that if the bottle was passed so quickly, not one of them would be able to stand out the evening.
906. Foote was in a gathering where the Tuscan wine caused more chaos than unity. He noticed one guy so caught up in the argument that he threw the bottle at his opponent's head. Foote caught the bottle mid-air and brought back the group's good vibes by saying that if the bottle kept being passed around so quickly, none of them would last through the evening.
907. On Mr. H. Erskine’s receiving his appointment to succeed Mr. Dundas, as justiciary in Scotland, he exclaimed that he must go and order his silk robe. Never mind, said Mr. Dundas, for the short time you will want it, you had better borrow mine! No! replied Erskine, how short a time soever I may need it, heaven forbid that I commence my career by adopting the abandoned habits of my predecessor.
907. When Mr. H. Erskine got his appointment to succeed Mr. Dundas as a justiciary in Scotland, he exclaimed that he needed to go and arrange for his silk robe. "Don’t worry," said Mr. Dundas, "for the brief time you’ll need it, you might as well borrow mine!" "No!" replied Erskine, "no matter how short a time I may need it, heaven forbid that I start my career by picking up the bad habits of my predecessor."
908. Lord Mansfield being willing to save a man who stole a watch, desired the jury to value it at tenpence; upon which the prosecutor cried out, Tenpence, my lord! why the very fashion of it cost me five pounds. Oh, said his lordship, we must not hang a man for fashion’s sake.
908. Lord Mansfield, wanting to help a man who stole a watch, asked the jury to assess its value at ten pence; to which the prosecutor exclaimed, "Ten pence, my lord! The style of it cost me five pounds." Oh, replied his lordship, "We shouldn't hang a man just for the sake of fashion."
909. One morning a party came into the public rooms at Buxton, somewhat later than usual, and requested some tongue. They were told that Lord Byron had eaten it all. I am very angry with his lordship, said a lady, loud enough for him to hear the observation. I am sorry for it, madam, retorted Lord Byron; but before I ate the tongue, I was assured you did not want it.
909. One morning, a group arrived in the common areas at Buxton, a bit later than usual, and asked for some tongue. They were told that Lord Byron had eaten it all. "I'm very upset with his lordship," said a lady, loud enough for him to hear. "I apologize for that, madam," Lord Byron shot back; "but before I ate the tongue, I was told you didn’t want any."
910. Sir William Gooch being engaged in conversation with a gentleman in a street of the city of Williamsburgh, returned the salute of a negro, who was passing by about his master’s business. Sir William, said the gentleman, do you descend so far as to salute a slave? Why, yes, replied the governor; I cannot suffer a man of his condition to exceed me in good manners.
910. Sir William Gooch was having a conversation with a man on a street in the city of Williamsburg when he returned the greeting of a Black man who was passing by on his master's business. The gentleman said, "Sir William, do you go so far as to greet a slave?" Sir William replied, "Yes, I can't let someone in his position outdo me in good manners."
911. A learned Irish Judge, among other peculiarities, has a habit of begging pardon on every occasion. On his circuit, a short time since, his favourite expression was employed in a singular manner. At the close of the assize, as he was about to leave the bench, the officer of the court reminded him that he had not passed sentence on one of the criminals, as he had intended—Dear me! said his lordship, I really beg his pardon—bring him in.
911. A knowledgeable Irish judge, among other quirks, has a habit of apologizing at every opportunity. Recently, during his circuit, he used this favorite phrase in a peculiar way. At the end of the court session, as he was about to leave the bench, the court officer reminded him that he hadn’t sentenced one of the offenders as he had planned—Oh dear! said his lordship, I truly apologize—bring him in.
912. Dr. Parr and Lord Erskine are said to have been the vainest men of their time. At dinner, some years since, Dr. Parr, in ecstasy with the conversational pow[185]ers of Lord E., called out to him, My lord, I mean to write your epitaph. Dr. Parr, replied the noble lawyer, it is a temptation to commit suicide.
912. Dr. Parr and Lord Erskine are said to have been the most vain men of their time. At a dinner several years ago, Dr. Parr, thrilled by Lord Erskine's conversational skills, exclaimed, "My lord, I'm going to write your epitaph." To this, the esteemed lawyer replied, "Dr. Parr, that sounds like a temptation to commit suicide."
913. Gibbon the historian, notwithstanding his shortness and rotundity, was very gallant. One day being alone with Madame de Cronuas, Gibbon wished to seize the favourable moment, and suddenly dropping on his knees, he declared his love in the most passionate terms. Madame de Cronuas replied in a tone to prevent the repetition of such a scene. Gibbon was thunder-struck, but still remained on his knees, though frequently desired to get up and resume his seat. Sir, said Madame de Cronuas, will you have the goodness to rise? Alas, madam, replied the unhappy lover, I cannot—(his size prevented him from rising without assistance)—upon this Madame de Cronuas rang the bell, saying to the servant, Assist Mr. Gibbon up.
913. Gibbon the historian, despite being short and plump, was quite charming. One day, when he was alone with Madame de Cronuas, Gibbon wanted to take advantage of the moment and suddenly dropped to his knees, passionately declaring his love. Madame de Cronuas responded in a way that made it clear she didn’t want to go through that again. Gibbon was taken aback, yet he stayed on his knees, even though she frequently asked him to get up and sit down. "Sir," said Madame de Cronuas, "could you please rise?" "Alas, madam," replied the unfortunate lover, "I can't—" (his size made it difficult for him to rise without help)—upon this, Madame de Cronuas rang the bell, telling the servant, "Help Mr. Gibbon up."
914. An Irishman, who served on board a man-of-war in the capacity of a waister, was selected by one of the officers to haul in a tow-line, of considerable length, that was towing over the taffrail. After rowsing-in forty or fifty fathoms, which had put his patience severely to proof, as well as every muscle of his arms, he muttered to himself, By my soul, it’s as long as to-day and to-morrow!—It’s a good week’s work for any five in the ship!—Bad luck to the arm or leg it’ll lave me at last!—What! more of it yet!—Och, murder; the sa’s mighty deep, to be sure! When, after continuing in a similar strain, and conceiving there was little probability of the completion of the labour, he stopped suddenly short, and addressing the officer of the watch, exclaimed, Bad manners to me sir, if I don’t think somebody’s cut off the other end of it!
914. An Irishman who worked on a warship as a waister was picked by one of the officers to pull in a long tow-line that was hanging over the stern. After pulling in forty or fifty fathoms, which really tested his patience and every muscle in his arms, he muttered to himself, "By my soul, it’s as long as today and tomorrow! It’s a good week’s work for any five people on the ship! Bad luck to the arm or leg that will finally break from this! What, more of it yet? Oh, man; the sea’s really deep, that’s for sure!" After continuing this way and feeling like he might never finish the task, he suddenly stopped and said to the officer on watch, "Bad manners to me, sir, if I don’t think somebody’s cut off the other end of it!"
915. Rose, private secretary to Louis XIV., having married his daughter to M. Portail, president of the parliament, was constantly receiving from his son-in-law, complaints of his daughter’s ill temper. To one of these he at length answered, that he was fully convinced of her misconduct, and was resolved to punish her for it: in[186] short, that if he heard any more of it, he would disinherit her. He heard no more.
915. Rose, the private secretary to Louis XIV, had married his daughter to M. Portail, the president of the parliament. He constantly received complaints from his son-in-law about his daughter’s bad behavior. In response to one of these complaints, he finally said that he fully believed her misbehavior was true and was determined to discipline her for it: in[186]short, he warned that if he heard any more about it, he would disinherit her. He didn’t hear anything more.
916. It was some years ago said in the parliament-house at Edinburgh, that a gentleman who was notorious for a pretty good appetite, had eaten away his senses. Poh! replied Erskine, they would not be a mouthful to a man of his bowels.
916. A few years ago, it was said in the parliament house in Edinburgh that a gentleman known for having a pretty good appetite had eaten away his senses. "Oh please," replied Erskine, "they wouldn’t be a mouthful for a man like him."
917. Sir Watkin Williams Wynne talking to a friend about the antiquity of his family, which he carried up to Noah, was told that he was a mere mushroom of yesterday. How so, pray? said the baronet. Why continued the other, when I was in Wales, a pedigree of a particular family was shown to me: it filled up above five large skins of parchment, and near the middle of it was a note in the margin—About this time the world was created.
917. Sir Watkin Williams Wynne was chatting with a friend about how ancient his family was, tracing it back to Noah, when his friend remarked that he was just a recent addition. "How's that?" asked the baronet. The other replied, "Well, when I was in Wales, I saw a family tree that took up more than five large pieces of parchment, and right in the middle, there was a note in the margin—Around this time, the world was created."
918. A gentleman having occasion to call upon Mr. Joseph Graham, writer, found him at home in his writing chamber. He remarked the great heat of the apartment, and said, It was hot as an oven. So it ought, replied Mr. G., for ’tis here I make my bread.
918. A gentleman who needed to visit Mr. Joseph Graham, a writer, found him at home in his office. He commented on how hot the room was and said it was as hot as an oven. Mr. G. replied, "It should be, because this is where I make my living."
919. Judge Burnet, son of the famous Bishop of Salisbury, when young, is said to have been of a wild and dissipated turn. Being one day found by his father in a very serious humour, What is the matter with you, Tom? said the bishop; what are you ruminating on? A greater work than your Lordship’s History of the Reformation, answered the son. Ay! what is that? asked the father. The reformation of myself, my lord, replied the son.
919. Judge Burnet, son of the well-known Bishop of Salisbury, was said to have been quite wild and carefree in his youth. One day, his father found him in a very serious mood and asked, "What's wrong, Tom? What are you thinking about?" The son replied, "A bigger project than your Lordship’s History of the Reformation." "Oh? What is that?" the father asked. The son answered, "The reformation of myself, my lord."
920. A facetious abbé having engaged a box at the opera-house at Paris, was turned out of his possession by a marshal of France, as remarkable for his ungentlemanlike behaviour as for his cowardice and meanness. The abbé, for his unjustifiable breach of good manners, brought his action in a court of honour, and solicited permission to be his own advocate, which was granted, when he pleaded to the following effect:—It is not of[187] Monsieur Suffrein, who acted so nobly in the East Indies, that I complain; it is not of the Duke de Crebillon, who took Minorca, that I complain; it is not of the Comte de Grasse, who so bravely fought Lord Rodney, that I complain; but it is of Marshal ——, who took my box at the opera-house, and never took anything else. This most poignant stroke of satire so sensibly convinced the court that he had already inflicted punishment sufficient, that they refused to grant him a verdict—a fine compliment to the abbé’s wit.
920. A joking abbé who had booked a box at the opera in Paris was kicked out by a French marshal, known for his un gentlemanly behavior as well as his cowardice and meanness. The abbé, upset about this breach of decorum, filed a case in a court of honor and requested to represent himself, which was allowed. He argued as follows: “I’m not complaining about Monsieur Suffrein, who acted so nobly in the East Indies; I’m not complaining about the Duke de Crebillon, who took Minorca; I’m not complaining about the Comte de Grasse, who bravely fought Lord Rodney; rather, I’m complaining about Marshal ——, who took my box at the opera and nothing else.” This sharp satire so effectively made his point that the court felt he had already punished the marshal enough and refused to give him a verdict—a fine compliment to the abbé’s wit.
921. Frederic, conqueror as he was, sustained a severe defeat at Coslin in the war of 1755. Some time after, at a review, he jocosely asked a soldier, who had got a deep cut in his cheek, Friend, at what alehouse did you get that scratch? I got it, said the soldier, at Coslin, where your majesty paid the reckoning.
921. Frederic, as much of a conqueror as he was, suffered a heavy defeat at Coslin during the war of 1755. Some time later, at a review, he jokingly asked a soldier, who had a deep cut on his cheek, "Hey friend, at what bar did you get that scratch?" The soldier replied, "I got it at Coslin, where your majesty covered the bill."
922. During an action of Admiral Rodney with the French, a woman assisted at one of the guns on the main deck, and being asked by the admiral, what she did there? she replied, An’t please your honour, my husband is sent down to the cockpit wounded, and I am here to supply his place: do you think, your honour, I am afraid of the French?
922. During a battle with the French, Admiral Rodney saw a woman working at one of the guns on the main deck. When he asked her what she was doing there, she replied, "If it pleases you, sir, my husband has been taken down to the cockpit wounded, and I'm here to take his place. Do you think, sir, I'm afraid of the French?"
923. The celebrated Bubb Doddington was very lethargic. Falling asleep one day after dinner with Sir Richard Temple and Lord Cobham, the general, the latter reproached Doddington with his drowsiness. Doddington denied having been asleep; and to prove he had not, offered to repeat all Lord Cobham had been saying. Cobham challenged him to do so. Doddington repeated a story, and Lord Cobham owned he had been telling it. And yet, said Doddington, I did not hear a word of it; but I went to sleep because I knew that about this time you would tell that story.
923. The famous Bubb Doddington was really sluggish. One day, after lunch with Sir Richard Temple and General Lord Cobham, the latter called Doddington out on his drowsiness. Doddington insisted he hadn’t been asleep; to prove it, he offered to repeat everything Lord Cobham had just said. Cobham dared him to do it. Doddington then recounted a story, and Lord Cobham admitted that he had indeed been telling it. Yet, Doddington replied, I didn’t hear a single word; I fell asleep because I knew you were going to tell that story around this time.
924. When the late Duchess of Kingston wished to be received at the court of Berlin, she got the Russian minister there to mention her intention to his Prussian majesty, and to tell him at the same time, that her fortune was at Rome, her bank at Venice, but that her[188] heart was at Berlin. The king replied, I am sorry we are only intrusted with the worst part of her grace’s property.
924. When the late Duchess of Kingston wanted to be accepted at the court of Berlin, she had the Russian minister there inform the Prussian king of her intention and mention that her fortune was in Rome, her bank was in Venice, but her[188] heart was in Berlin. The king responded, "I'm sorry we're only entrusted with the least valuable part of her grace’s assets."
925. Fletcher, Bishop of Nismes, was the son of a tallow-chandler. A proud duke once endeavoured to mortify the prelate, by saying, at the levee, that he smelt of tallow: to which the bishop replied, My lord, I am the son of a chandler, it is true, and if your lordship had been, you would have remained so all the days of your life.
925. Fletcher, the Bishop of Nimes, was the son of a candle maker. A proud duke once tried to embarrass the bishop by saying, at a gathering, that he smelled like tallow. The bishop responded, "My lord, it’s true that I’m the son of a chandler, and if you had been, you would have stayed that way for your entire life."
926. Zimmerman, who was very eminent as a physician, went from Hanover to attend Frederic the Great in his last illness. One day the king said to him, You have, I presume, sir, helped many a man into another world? This was a rude speech, and an unpleasant pill for the doctor; but the dose he gave the king in return, was a judicious mixture of truth and flattery: Not so many as your majesty, nor with so much honour to myself.
926. Zimmerman, who was a very prominent physician, traveled from Hanover to care for Frederic the Great in his final illness. One day, the king said to him, "I assume, sir, you have helped many a man into the next world?" This was a blunt statement and an uncomfortable remark for the doctor; however, the response he gave the king was a careful blend of honesty and flattery: "Not as many as Your Majesty, nor with as much honor to myself."
927. During the riots of 1780, most persons in London, in order to save their houses from being burned or pulled down, wrote on the outside, No Popery! Old Grimaldi, to avoid all mistakes, wrote on his, No Religion.
927. During the riots of 1780, most people in London, to protect their homes from being burned or destroyed, wrote on the outside, No Popery! Old Grimaldi, to avoid any confusion, wrote on his, No Religion.
928. Mr. Palmer going home, after the business of the theatre was concluded one evening, saw a man lying on the ground, with another on him beating him violently; upon this he remonstrated with the uppermost, telling him his conduct was unfair, and that he ought to let his opponent get up, and have an equal chance with him. The fellow drolly turned up his face to Mr. Palmer, and drily replied, Faith, sir, if you had been at as much trouble to get him down as I have, you would not be for letting him get up so readily.
928. Mr. Palmer was walking home after the theater one evening when he saw a man lying on the ground, while another man was beating him up. He confronted the one on top, telling him that what he was doing was unfair and that he should let his opponent get up to have a fair chance. The guy humorously looked up at Mr. Palmer and replied dryly, "Honestly, sir, if you had gone through as much trouble to take him down as I have, you wouldn't be so quick to let him get back up."
929. A French ambassador at an audience with James I. conversed with such rapidity, gesticulation, and grimace, as excited the wonder and conversation of the court. James afterwards asked Lord Chancellor Bacon, what he thought of the ambassador. Sire, replied the philo[189]sopher, he appears a fine, tall, well-built man. I mean, interrupted the king, what do you think of his head? is it equal to his employment? Sire, answered Bacon, men of high stature very often resemble houses of four or five stories, where the upper one is always the worst furnished.
929. A French ambassador, during a meeting with James I, spoke so quickly, gestured so much, and made such expressions that he amazed everyone at court. Later, James asked Lord Chancellor Bacon what he thought of the ambassador. "Sire," replied the philosopher, "he seems like a tall, well-built man." "I mean," the king interrupted, "what do you think of his head? Does it match his role?" "Sire," Bacon answered, "tall men often resemble buildings with four or five stories, where the top floor is usually the least furnished."
930. In Mr. Fox’s frolicsome days, a tradesman, who held his bill for two hundred pounds, called for payment. Charles said he could not then discharge it. How can that be? said the creditor; you have just now lying before you bank notes to a large amount. Those, replied Mr. Fox, are for paying my debts of honour. The tradesman immediately threw his bill into the fire. Now, sir, said he, mine is a debt of honour, which I cannot oblige you to pay. Charles, much to his honour, instantly paid him his full demand.
930. In Mr. Fox’s playful days, a tradesman, who had a bill for two hundred pounds, came asking for payment. Charles said he couldn’t pay it at that moment. “How can that be?” asked the creditor; “You have banknotes in front of you totaling a large amount.” “Those,” replied Mr. Fox, “are meant for settling my debts of honor.” The tradesman immediately threw his bill into the fire. “Now, sir,” he said, “mine is a debt of honor, which I can’t force you to pay.” Charles, quite honorably, immediately paid him the full amount.
931. The Duke d’Ossuna, being viceroy of Naples, went on board a Spanish galley, on a festival, to exercise his right of delivering one of the wretches from punishment. On interrogating them why they were brought there, they all asserted their innocence but one, who confessed that his punishment was too small for his crimes. The duke said, Here, take away this rascal, lest he should corrupt all these honest men!
931. The Duke d’Ossuna, who was the viceroy of Naples, boarded a Spanish galley on a festival day to exercise his right to free one of the condemned from punishment. When he asked why they were brought there, they all claimed their innocence except one, who admitted that his punishment wasn’t enough for his crimes. The duke said, "Take this troublemaker away, before he contaminates all these decent people!"
932. V— having satirized a nobleman who was powerful at court, the latter sought every occasion to revenge himself, and challenged V— to fight him with swords. We are not equals, replied the poet; you are very great, I am little; you are brave, I am cowardly; you wish to kill me—eh bien, I will consider myself as dead. This timely jest turned the anger of the nobleman into irrestrainable laughter, and they parted good friends.
932. V— having mocked a nobleman who was influential at court, the nobleman looked for every chance to get back at him and challenged V— to a sword fight. We aren't equals, the poet replied; you're powerful, I'm not; you're brave, I'm cowardly; you want to kill me—eh bien, I'll just consider myself dead. This quick wit transformed the nobleman's anger into uncontrollable laughter, and they parted as good friends.
933. In the time of the old court, the faces of the Parisian ladies were spotted with patches like pards, and plastered with rouge like so many red lions of the roadside. Lord Chesterfield, being at Paris, was asked by Voltaire, if he did not think some French ladies, then in company, whose cheeks were fashionably tinted, very[190] beautiful. Excuse me, said Chesterfield, from giving an opinion: I am really no judge of amateur painting.
933. Back in the days of the old court, Parisian women had their faces marked with patches like leopards and heavily coated with rouge like many red lions on the roadside. When Lord Chesterfield was in Paris, Voltaire asked him if he thought some French ladies in the company, whose cheeks were fashionably colored, were very beautiful. “I’m sorry,” said Chesterfield, “but I can't share an opinion: I’m really not a judge of amateur painting.”
934. George II. passing through his chamber one evening, preceded by a single page, a small canvas bag of guineas, which he held in his hand, accidentally dropped, and one of them rolled under a closet door, in which wood was usually kept for the use of his bed-chamber. After the king had very deliberately picked up the money, he found himself deficient of a guinea; and, guessing where it went, Come, said he to the page, we must find this guinea; here, help me to throw out the wood. The page and he accordingly went to work, and after some time found it. Well, said the king, you have wrought hard, there is the guinea for your labour, but I would have nothing lost.
934. One evening, George II was walking through his chamber, accompanied by a single page and holding a small canvas bag of guineas in his hand. He accidentally dropped it, and one of the coins rolled under the closet door where wood was usually stored for his bedroom. After the king took his time to pick up the money, he realized he was missing a guinea. Guessing where it had gone, he said to the page, “Come, we need to find this guinea; help me pull out the wood.” They both got to work, and after a while, they found it. “Well,” said the king, “you’ve worked hard, so here’s the guinea for your effort, but I don’t want anything to be wasted.”
935. A beauish marquis waited on some ladies, in order to take them to the Paris Observatory, where the celebrated Cassini was to observe an eclipse of the sun. The arrival of this party had been delayed by the toilet; and the eclipse was over when the petit-maitre appeared at the door. He was informed he had come too late, and that all was over. Never mind, ladies, said he, step up; Monsieur Cassini is a particular friend of mine; he will be so obliging as to begin again for me.
935. A stylish marquis was waiting on some ladies to take them to the Paris Observatory, where the famous Cassini was going to observe a solar eclipse. Their arrival had been delayed due to getting ready, and the eclipse was already over when the dapper man showed up at the door. He was told he had arrived too late and that everything had ended. "No worries, ladies," he said, "come on in; Monsieur Cassini is a good friend of mine; he’ll kindly start again for me."
936. When Rabelais was on his death-bed, a consultation of physicians was called. Dear gentlemen, said the wit to the doctors, raising his languid head, let me die a natural death.
936. When Rabelais was on his deathbed, a group of doctors was called. "Dear gentlemen," the witty man said to the doctors, lifting his weak head, "let me die a natural death."
937. Dr. Busby, whose figure was beneath the common size, was one day accosted in a public coffee-room, by an Irish baronet of colossal stature, with, May I pass to my seat, O Giant? When the doctor, politely making way, replied, Pass, O Pigmy! Oh, sir, said the baronet, my expression alluded to the size of your intellect. And my expression, sir, said the doctor, to the size of your’s.
937. Dr. Busby, who was shorter than average, was one day approached in a public coffee room by a very tall Irish baronet, who said, "May I pass to my seat, O Giant?" When the doctor, politely stepping aside, replied, "Pass, O Pigmy!" the baronet responded, "Oh, sir, I meant that comment about your height to refer to the size of your intellect." And the doctor said, "And my comment, sir, referred to the size of yours."
938. An apothecary, who used to value himself on his knowledge of drugs, asserted that all bitter things were[191] hot. No, said a gentleman present, there is one of a very different quality—a bitter cold day.
938. An apothecary, who took pride in his knowledge of medicines, claimed that all bitter things were[191] hot. "Actually," said a gentleman present, "there's one that’s quite different—a bitter cold day."
939. Philip, Earl Stanhope, whose dress always corresponded with the simplicity of his manners, was once prevented from going into the House of Peers by a door-keeper who was unacquainted with his person. Lord Stanhope was resolved to get into the house without explaining who he was; and the door-keeper, equally determined on his part, said to him, Honest man, you have no business here; honest man, you can have no business in this place. I believe, rejoined his lordship, you are right; honest men have no business here.
939. Philip, Earl Stanhope, whose attire always matched the straightforwardness of his demeanor, was once stopped from entering the House of Peers by a doorkeeper who didn’t recognize him. Lord Stanhope was committed to getting inside without revealing his identity; and the doorkeeper, equally persistent, told him, "Honest man, you don’t belong here; honest man, you can’t have any reason to be in this place." "I believe you’re right," replied his lordship, "honest men have no business here."
940. When the late King of Denmark was in England, he very frequently honoured Sir Thomas Robinson with his company, though the knight spoke French in a very imperfect manner, and the king had scarce any knowledge of English. One day, when Sir Thomas was in company with the late Lord Chesterfield, and boasted much of his intimacy with the king, and added, that he believed the monarch had a greater friendship for him than any man in England, How report lies, exclaimed Lord Chesterfield; I heard no later than this day, that you never met but a great deal of bad language passed between you.
940. When the late King of Denmark was in England, he often spent time with Sir Thomas Robinson, even though the knight's French was pretty poor and the king barely knew any English. One day, when Sir Thomas was with the late Lord Chesterfield, he bragged about how close he was with the king, saying that he believed the monarch considered him a better friend than anyone else in England. "What a joke," exclaimed Lord Chesterfield; "I just heard today that whenever you two meet, a lot of harsh words are exchanged."
941. One of the most flattering and ingenious compliments Frederick ever paid, was that which he addressed to the celebrated General Laudohn, at the time of his interview with the emperor at the camp of Neiss. After they had discoursed for about an hour, the two monarchs sat down to dinner, with the princes and general officers in their train. Marshal Laudohn, who had been invited among the rest, was about to seat himself at the bottom of the table, but the king bade him come and sit by him, saying, Come here, General Laudohn; I have always wished to see you on my side, instead of fronting me.
941. One of the most flattering and clever compliments Frederick ever gave was to the famous General Laudohn during their meeting with the emperor at the camp of Neiss. After talking for about an hour, the two leaders sat down for dinner with the princes and high-ranking officers accompanying them. Marshal Laudohn, who had been invited like the others, was about to take a seat at the end of the table when the king asked him to come sit next to him, saying, "Come here, General Laudohn; I've always wanted to see you on my side instead of facing me."
942. Dr. Walcot, better known as Peter Pindar, called one day upon a bookseller in Paternoster Row, the publisher of his works, by way of inquiring into the literary and other news of the day. After some chat,[192] the doctor was asked to take a glass of wine with the seller of his wit and poetry. Our author consented to accept of a little negus as an innocent morning beverage; when instantly was presented to him a cocoa-nut goblet, with the face of a man carved on it. Eh! eh! said the doctor, what have we here? A man’s skull, replied the bookseller; a poet’s for what I know. Nothing more likely, rejoined the facetious doctor, for it is universally known that all you booksellers drink your wine from our skulls.
942. Dr. Walcot, better known as Peter Pindar, visited a bookseller on Paternoster Row, who published his works, to catch up on the latest literary news and gossip. After some conversation,[192] the doctor was invited to have a glass of wine with the seller of his wit and poetry. Our author agreed to have a bit of negus as a harmless morning drink; at which point, he was handed a coconut goblet with a man's face carved on it. “What do we have here?” the doctor asked. “A man's skull,” replied the bookseller; “a poet's, for all I know.” “That’s quite possible,” the witty doctor replied, “since it’s well-known that all you booksellers drink your wine from our skulls.”
943. A gentleman who was dining with another, praised very much the meat, and asked who was the butcher? His name is Addison. Addison! echoed the guest, pray is he any relation to the poet? In all probability he is, for he is seldom without his steel (Steele) by his side.
943. A guy who was having dinner with someone else really praised the meat and asked who the butcher was. His name is Addison. Addison! the guest exclaimed, is he related to the poet? Probably, since he’s rarely without his friend Steele by his side.
944. Swift having paid a visit at Sir Arthur Acheson’s country seat, and being, on the morning of his return to his deanery, detained a few minutes longer than he expected at his breakfast, found, when he came to the door, his own man on horseback, and a servant of Sir Arthur’s holding the horse he was to ride himself. He mounted, turned the head of his horse towards his own man, and asked him in a low voice if he did not think he should give something to the servant who held his horse, and if he thought five shillings would be too much: No, sir, it will not, if you mean to do the thing handsomely, was the reply. The dean made no remark upon this, but when he paid his man’s weekly account, wrote under it, Deducted from this, for money paid to Sir Arthur’s servant for doing your business, five shillings.
944. After visiting Sir Arthur Acheson’s country house, Swift, on the morning of his return to his deanery, spent a bit longer than he expected at breakfast. When he finally made it to the door, he found his servant on horseback, with a servant of Sir Arthur’s holding the horse he was supposed to ride. He got on, turned his horse towards his servant, and quietly asked if he thought he should give something to the servant who was holding his horse, and if five shillings seemed like too much. “No, sir, it won’t be too much if you’re planning to do it properly,” the servant replied. The dean didn’t comment on this, but when he settled his man’s weekly bill, he wrote underneath, “Deducted from this, for money given to Sir Arthur’s servant for taking care of your business, five shillings.”
945. Two Irish porters meeting in Dublin, one addressed the other with, Och, Thady, my jewel, is it you? Are you just come from England! Pray did you see anything of our old friend, Pat Murphy? The devil a sight, replied he, and what’s worse, I’m afraid I never shall. How so? Why, he met with a very unfortunate accident lately. Amazing! What was it? O, indeed, nothing more than this; as he was standing on a plank, talking devoutly to a priest, at a place in London which[193] I think they call the Old Bailey, the plank suddenly gave way, and poor Murphy got his neck broke.
945. Two Irish porters ran into each other in Dublin. One said to the other, "Oh, Thady, my dear, is that you? Did you just come back from England? Did you see our old friend, Pat Murphy?" "Not a trace of him," he replied, "and what's worse, I'm afraid I never will." "Why's that?" "Well, he had a really unfortunate accident recently." "What happened?" "Oh, it was nothing more than this: while he was standing on a plank, having a serious chat with a priest in a place in London that I think they call the Old Bailey, the plank suddenly gave way, and poor Murphy ended up breaking his neck."
946. A Quaker from Bristol, who lately alighted at an inn, called for some porter, and observing, as it is now the fashion, the pint deficient in quantity, thus addressed the landlord: Pray, friend, how many butts of beer dost thou draw in a month? Ten, sir, replied Boniface. And thou wouldst like to draw eleven if thou couldst, rejoined Ebenezer. Certainly, exclaimed the smiling landlord. Then I will tell thee how, friend, added the Quaker—fill thy measures.
946. A Quaker from Bristol, who recently checked into an inn, asked for some porter and noticed, as is currently popular, that the pint was short. He said to the landlord: "Please, my friend, how many barrels of beer do you serve in a month?" "Ten, sir," replied the landlord. "And you would like to serve eleven if you could," Ebenezer responded. "Of course!" exclaimed the cheerful landlord. "Then let me tell you how, my friend," added the Quaker—"fill your measures."
947. A man who was on the point of being married, obtained from his confessor his certificate of confession. Having read it, he observed that the priest had omitted the usual penance. Did you not tell me, said the confessor, that you were going to be married?
947. A man who was about to get married obtained his certificate of confession from his confessor. After reading it, he noticed that the priest had skipped the usual penance. "Did you not tell me," the confessor asked, "that you were going to get married?"
948. Lord Galloway was an enemy to the Bute administration. At the change of the ministry he came to London, for the first time in the late king’s reign. He was dressed in black, in a very uncourtly style. When he appeared at the levee, the eyes of the company were turned upon him, and George Selwyn being asked who he was, replied, A Scotch undertaker come to bury the last administration.
948. Lord Galloway was against the Bute administration. When the ministry changed, he came to London for the first time during the late king's reign. He was dressed in black, in a very unfashionable way. When he showed up at the levee, everyone turned to look at him, and when George Selwyn was asked who he was, he replied, "A Scottish undertaker come to bury the last administration."
949. Old Astley, one evening, when his band was playing an overture, went up to the horn players, and asked why they were not playing? They said they had twenty bars rest. Rest! said he, I’ll have nobody rest in my company; I pay you for playing, not for resting.
949. Old Astley, one evening, while his band was playing an overture, approached the horn players and asked why they weren't playing. They replied that they had twenty bars of rest. "Rest!" he exclaimed, "I won’t have anyone resting in my company; I pay you to play, not to rest."
950. Tom Tickle was peculiarly odd in his manner of drawing characters. He once sent his servant to a gentleman, remarkable for being always in a hurry, with a message of great importance; but the servant returned, and told his master that the gentleman was in so great a hurry he could not speak to him. It is no more than what I expected, said Tom, for he loses an hour in the morning, and runs after it all day.
950. Tom Tickle was uniquely strange in how he portrayed characters. He once sent his servant to a guy known for always being in a rush, with an important message; but the servant came back and told Tom that the guy was in such a hurry he couldn’t talk to him. "That's exactly what I expected," said Tom, "because he wastes an hour in the morning and spends the rest of the day chasing after it."
951. As the late Chevalier Taylor was once enumer[194]ating, in company, the great honours which he had received from the different princes of Europe, and the orders with which he had been dignified by numerous sovereigns, a gentleman present took occasion to remark, that he had not named the king of Prussia; adding, I suppose, sir, that monarch never gave you any order! You are quite mistaken, sir, replied the Chevalier; for I can most positively assure you, that he gave me a very peremptory order—to quit his dominions.
951. As the late Chevalier Taylor was once listing[194] the great honors he had received from various princes of Europe and the decorations granted to him by numerous sovereigns, a gentleman in the group pointed out that he hadn’t mentioned the king of Prussia. He added, “I assume, sir, that monarch never gave you any honor!” “You’re quite mistaken, sir,” replied the Chevalier. “In fact, I can assure you that he gave me a very firm order—to leave his territory.”
952. A lady of rank, dancing one evening, approached so near to a chandelier, that the fluttering plume of feathers, waving to and fro on her forehead, came in contact with the flame, and the whole was instantly in a blaze. The illumination, however, was quickly and happily extinguished without harm; when her husband, seeing the danger avoided, and the thoughtlessness of the act, peevishly and half angrily exclaimed, Surely, your ladyship must be absolutely mad! No, no, replied her ladyship, only a little light-headed.
952. One evening, a woman of high status was dancing and got so close to a chandelier that the feathers on her forehead brushed against the flame, and suddenly, she was on fire. Thankfully, the fire was quickly put out without any harm. Her husband, seeing the danger averted and realizing how careless the situation was, irritably and somewhat angrily said, “Surely, you must be completely out of your mind!” “No, no,” she replied, “I’m just a little light-headed.”
953. A poor player, in a mixed company, undertook to quote a passage from Shakespeare, that should be applicable to any remark that might be made by any person present. A forward young fellow undertook to supply a sentence that he believed could not be answered from the works of the bard; and addressing the player, he said, You are the most insolent pretender in the room. “You forget yourself,” promptly replied the player, quoting from the quarrel-scene between Brutus and Cassius.
953. A struggling actor, in a mixed crowd, tried to recite a line from Shakespeare that could apply to any comment made by anyone present. A cocky young guy claimed he could come up with a sentence that the actor couldn’t respond to using the bard's works; he then turned to the actor and said, "You're the most arrogant pretender in the room." "You’re out of line," the actor quickly shot back, quoting from the argument between Brutus and Cassius.
954. At a public dinner, a gentleman observed a person who sat opposite use a toothpick which had just done the same service to his neighbour. Wishing to apprise him of his mistake, he said, I beg your pardon, sir, but you are using Mr. ——’s toothpick. I know I am. By the powers, sir, do you think I am not going to return it!
954. At a public dinner, a guy noticed a person across from him using a toothpick that just served his neighbor. Wanting to point out the mistake, he said, "Excuse me, sir, but you’re using Mr. ——'s toothpick." The person replied, "I know I am. Of course, I plan to return it!"
955. A Leicestershire farmer, who had never seen a silver fork, had some soup handed to him at a dinner lately. He found that no spoon was placed at his elbow.[195] Lifting the fork, and twirling it in his fingers for some time, he called the waiter, and requested him to bring a silver spoon wi’out ony slits in it.
955. A farmer from Leicestershire, who had never seen a silver fork, was served some soup at a recent dinner. He noticed that there was no spoon next to him.[195] After picking up the fork and twirling it in his fingers for a while, he called the waiter and asked him to bring a silver spoon without any slots in it.
956. A sailor coming across Blackheath one evening, was stopped by a footpad, who demanded his money, when a scuffle ensued. The tar took the robber, and bore away with his prize to a justice of the peace at Woolwich. When the magistrate came to examine into the assault, he told the sailor that he must take his oath that the robber had put him in bodily fear, otherwise he could not commit him. The sailor, looking stedfastly at the justice, answered, He,—he put me in bodily fear! No, nor any he that ever lived; therefore, if that is the case you may let him go, for I will not swear to any such thing.
956. One evening, a sailor passing through Blackheath was stopped by a mugger who demanded his money. A struggle broke out. The sailor managed to overpower the robber and took him to a justice of the peace in Woolwich. When the magistrate investigated the assault, he told the sailor that he had to swear that the robber had put him in real fear, or he couldn't hold him. The sailor, staring intently at the justice, replied, "He—he put me in fear? No one ever has, so if that's the case, you can let him go, because I won't swear to that."
957. A barrister entered the hall with his wig very much awry, of which he was not apprised, but endured from almost every observer some remark on its appearance, till at last, addressing himself to Mr. Curran, he asked him, Do you see anything ridiculous in this wig? The answer instantly was, Nothing but the head.
957. A barrister walked into the hall with his wig all messed up, and he had no idea, but almost everyone commented on how it looked. Finally, he turned to Mr. Curran and asked, "Do you see anything funny about this wig?" The reply came right away, "Nothing but the head."
958. Sterne, who used his wife very ill, was one day talking to Garrick in a fine sentimental manner, in praise of conjugal love and fidelity. The husband, said Sterne, who behaves unkindly to his wife, deserves to have his house burnt over his head. If you think so, said Garrick, I hope your house is insured.
958. Sterne, who treated his wife very poorly, was one day having a deep conversation with Garrick, praises of marital love and faithfulness. The husband, said Sterne, who is unkind to his wife deserves to have his house burned down. If you feel that way, said Garrick, I hope your house is insured.
959. A lady after performing, with the most brilliant execution, a sonata on the pianoforte, in the presence of Dr. Johnson, turning to the philosopher, took the liberty of asking him if he was fond of music? No, madam, replied the doctor; but of all noises I think music is the least disagreeable.
959. A lady, after playing a sonata on the piano with remarkable skill in front of Dr. Johnson, turned to him and asked if he liked music. "No, madam," replied the doctor, "but out of all the noises, I think music is the least annoying."
960. The Abbé Maury, who had rendered himself obnoxious to the democrats, during the French revolution, was one night seized by the mob, who looked round for a lamp-post to suspend him on. Pray, my good friends, said the Abbé, were you to hang me to that lamp-post,[196] do you think that you would see any the clearer for it? This well-timed wit softened the rabble and saved his life.
960. The Abbé Maury, who had become disliked by the democrats during the French Revolution, was one night captured by a mob that was looking for a lamp-post to hang him from. “Please, my good friends,” said the Abbé, “if you hang me from that lamp-post,[196] do you really think it would help you see any better?” His quick wit calmed the crowd and saved his life.
961. Salezzo de Pedrada praising an old lady for her beauty, she answered, that beauty was incompatible with her age. To which Salezzo replied, We say, as beautiful as an angel; and yet the angels are, of all creatures, the most ancient.
961. Salezzo de Pedrada complimented an older woman on her beauty, and she replied that beauty didn’t match her age. To which Salezzo responded, "We say, as beautiful as an angel; yet angels are, of all creatures, the oldest."
962. A French officer quarreling with a Swiss, reproached him with his country’s vice of fighting on either side for money, while we Frenchmen, said he, fight for honour. Yes, sir, replied the Swiss, every one fights for that which he most wants.
962. A French officer arguing with a Swiss guy accused him of his country's issue of fighting on either side for money, while we Frenchmen, he said, fight for honor. "Yes, sir," replied the Swiss, "everyone fights for what they want the most."
963. When the late Mr. Windham, the war minister, was upon a trip to the continent, he met with a Dutch clergyman, who was very eager in his inquiries as to the doctrines and discipline of the church of England, to which he received satisfactory answers; those, however, were succeeded by others of a more difficult nature, particularly as to the manner in which some English preachers manufacture their sermons. Upon Mr. Windham confessing his ignorance of this subject, the Dutchman, in a tone of disappointment, exclaimed, Why, then, I find, sir, after all the conversation we have had, that I have been deceived as to your profession: they told me you were an English minister.
963. When the late Mr. Windham, the war minister, was on a trip to the continent, he met a Dutch clergyman who was very curious about the doctrines and practices of the Church of England. He received satisfying answers; however, these were followed by more challenging questions, especially about how some English preachers craft their sermons. When Mr. Windham admitted he didn’t know much about this topic, the Dutchman, sounding disappointed, exclaimed, “Well, then, I find, sir, after all the conversation we’ve had, that I’ve been misled about your profession: I was told you were an English minister.”
964. Dr. Savage, who died in 1747, travelled in his younger days with the Earl of Salisbury, to whom he was indebted for a considerable living in Hertfordshire. One day at the levee, the king (George I.) asked him how long he had resided at Rome with Lord Salisbury? Upon his telling how long, Why, said the king you stayed there long enough; how is it you did not convert the Pope? Because, sir, replied the doctor, I had nothing better to offer him.
964. Dr. Savage, who passed away in 1747, traveled in his younger days with the Earl of Salisbury, who helped him secure a significant position in Hertfordshire. One day at the levee, King George I asked him how long he had lived in Rome with Lord Salisbury. After he mentioned the duration, the king said, "You stayed there long enough; why didn’t you convert the Pope?" Dr. Savage replied, "Because, sir, I had nothing better to offer him."
965. On the Scotch circuits, the judges gave dinners, having an allowance for that purpose. The great Lord Kames was extremely parsimonious; and, at a circuit[197] dinner at Perth, did not allow claret, as had been the custom. The conversation turned on Sir Charles Hardy’s fleet, which was then blockaded by the French; and one of the company asked what had become of our fleet. Mr. Henry Erskine answered, Confined, like us, to port.
965. In the Scottish circuits, the judges hosted dinners, funded for that purpose. The renowned Lord Kames was quite frugal; during a circuit dinner in Perth, he didn’t permit claret, which had been the usual practice. The conversation shifted to Sir Charles Hardy’s fleet, which was currently blockaded by the French, and one of the guests inquired about the status of our own fleet. Mr. Henry Erskine replied, “Stuck in port, just like us.”
966. M. Lalande, the French astronomer, during the whole time of the revolution, confined himself to the study of that science. When he found that he had escaped the fury of Robespierre, he jocosely said, I may thank my stars for it.
966. M. Lalande, the French astronomer, during the entire time of the revolution, focused solely on the study of that science. When he realized he had escaped the wrath of Robespierre, he jokingly said, I might thank my lucky stars for that.
967. After Dr. Johnson had been honoured with an interview with the king, in the queen’s library at Buckingham House, he was interrogated by a friend concerning his reception, and his opinion of the royal intellect. His majesty, replied the doctor, seems to be possessed of much good-nature and much curiosity, and is far from contemptible. His majesty, indeed, was multifarious in his questions, but he answered them all himself.
967. After Dr. Johnson had the honor of meeting the king in the queen’s library at Buckingham House, a friend asked him about the experience and his thoughts on the king's intelligence. The doctor responded that His Majesty appears to have a lot of good nature and curiosity, and is by no means insignificant. In fact, His Majesty asked a variety of questions but answered them all himself.
968. A common councilman was hoaxed into an opinion, that, as a representative of the citizens, he was entitled to ride through the turnpikes free of expense. He next day mounted his nag, to ascertain his civic privileges; and asked at the turnpike at the Dog-row, in Mile-end road, if, as a common councilman, he had not a right to pass without payment? Yes, replied the turnpike man archly, you may pass yourself, but you must pay for your horse.
968. A city councilman was tricked into believing that as a representative of the citizens, he could ride through the tollbooths for free. The next day, he got on his horse to check his civic rights and asked at the toll booth on Dog-row, in Mile-end road, if he, as a councilman, had the right to pass without paying. "Yes," the toll collector replied with a smirk, "you can pass for free, but you still have to pay for your horse."
969. There was a lady of the west country, that gave a great entertainment at her house, to most of the gallant gentlemen thereabout, and, among others, Sir Walter Raleigh. This lady, though otherwise a stately dame, was a notable good housewife; and in the morning betimes she called to one of her maids that looked to the swine, and asked, Are the pigs served? Sir Walter Raleigh’s chamber was close to the lady’s. Before dinner the lady came down in great state into the assembling-room, which was full of gentlemen, and as soon as Sir Walter cast his eyes upon her, Madam, are the pigs[198] served? The lady answered, You know best whether you have had your breakfast.
969. There was a lady from the west country who hosted a big gathering at her house for most of the dashing gentlemen around, including Sir Walter Raleigh. This lady, though she had an impressive presence, was also a remarkably good housekeeper. Early in the morning, she called to one of her maids who tended the pigs and asked, "Are the pigs fed?" Sir Walter Raleigh's room was close to hers. Before dinner, the lady came down in grand style to the gathering room, which was filled with gentlemen, and as soon as Sir Walter saw her, he asked, "Madam, are the pigs fed?" The lady replied, "You know best whether you've had your breakfast."
970. Joseph II. Emperor of Germany, travelling in his usual way, without his retinue, attended by only a single aide-de-camp, arrived very late at the house of an Englishman, who kept an inn in the Netherlands. It being fair time, and the house rather crowded, the host, ignorant of his guest’s quality, appointed them to sleep in an out-house, which they readily complied with; and, after eating a few slices of ham and biscuit, retired to rest, and in the morning paid their bill, which amounted to only 3s. 6d. English, and rode off. A few hours afterwards, several of his suite coming to inquire after him, and the publican understanding the rank of his guest, appeared very uneasy. Psha! psha! man, said one of the attendants, Joseph is accustomed to such adventures, and will think no more of it. But I shall, replied the landlord; for I can never forget the circumstance, nor forgive myself neither, for having had an emperor in my house, and letting him off for 3s. 6d.
970. Joseph II, Emperor of Germany, was traveling as usual, without his entourage, accompanied only by a single aide-de-camp. He arrived very late at the inn of an Englishman in the Netherlands. Since it was fair time and the inn was quite crowded, the innkeeper, unaware of his guest’s identity, arranged for them to sleep in a side room, which they accepted without complaint. After having a few slices of ham and some biscuits, they went to bed. In the morning, they paid their bill, which came to only 3s. 6d. English, and then rode off. A few hours later, some of his attendants came to check on him, and when the innkeeper realized who his guest was, he became very anxious. "Oh, come on!" one of the attendants said. "Joseph is used to these kinds of situations and won't think twice about it." "But I will," replied the landlord. "I'll never forget this incident, nor will I forgive myself for having an emperor in my inn and charging him just 3s. 6d."
971. Some years ago, says Richardson, in his Anecdotes of Painting, a gentleman came to me to invite me to his house: I have, said he, a picture of Rubens, and it is a rare good one. There is little H. the other day came to see it, and said it was a copy. If any one says so again, I’ll break his head. Pray, Mr. Richardson, will you do me the favour to come, and give me your real opinion of it?
971. A few years ago, Richardson mentions in his Anecdotes of Painting, a man came to me to invite me to his home. He said, "I have a painting by Rubens, and it’s a really great one. Little H. came by the other day to see it and said it was a copy. If anyone says that again, I’ll knock him out. Please, Mr. Richardson, would you do me the favor of coming over and giving me your honest opinion of it?"
972. A chimney-sweep having descended a wrong chimney, made his sudden appearance in a room where two men, one named Butler and the other Cook, were enjoying themselves over a pot of beer. How now, cried the former, what news from the other world? The sweep perceiving his mistake, and recollecting the persons, very smartly replied, I came to inform you that we are very much in want of a Butler and Cook.
972. A chimney sweep accidentally came down the wrong chimney and suddenly found himself in a room where two men, one named Butler and the other Cook, were having a good time over a pot of beer. "What’s new from the other world?" called out Butler. Realizing his mistake and recognizing the two men, the sweep quickly replied, "I came to let you know that we’re in urgent need of a Butler and Cook."
973. One of the Dover stages, on its way to London, was stopped by a single highwayman, who was informed by the coachman there were no inside passengers, and[199] only one in the basket, and he was a sailor. The robber then proceeded to exercise his employment on the tar; when waking him out of his sleep Jack demanded what he wanted; to which the son of plunder replied, Your money. You shan’t have it, said Jack. No! replied the robber, then I’ll blow your brains out. Blow away then, you land-lubber, cried Jack, squirting the tobacco-juice out of his mouth, I may as well go to London without brains as without money; drive on, coachman.
973. One of the Dover coaches, on its way to London, was stopped by a lone highwayman. The coachman told him there were no inside passengers, just one in the basket, and he was a sailor. The robber then decided to target the sailor; when he woke him up, Jack asked what he wanted. The robber replied, "Your money." Jack said, "You won’t get it." The robber responded, "Then I'll blow your brains out." "Go ahead then, you landlubber," Jack shouted, spitting out his tobacco juice. "I might as well head to London without brains as without money; keep going, coachman."
974. After a loud preface of O yes, pronounced most audibly three times, in the High Street, Newmarket, the late Lord Barrymore, having collected a number of persons together, made the following general proposal to the gapers, Who wants to buy a horse that can walk five miles an hour, trot sixteen, and gallop twenty? I do, said a gentleman, with manifest eagerness. Then, replied Lord Barrymore, If I see any such animal to be sold, I will be sure to let you know.
974. After a loud introduction of "Oh yes," said very clearly three times in the High Street, Newmarket, the late Lord Barrymore gathered a crowd and made this general offer to the onlookers: "Who wants to buy a horse that can walk five miles an hour, trot sixteen, and gallop twenty?" "I do," said a man, clearly eager. "Then," replied Lord Barrymore, "if I find such an animal for sale, I'll make sure to let you know."
975. The Duke of Longueville’s reply, when it was observed to him that the gentlemen bordering on his estates were continually hunting upon them, and that he ought not to suffer it, is worthy of imitation: I had much rather, answered the duke, have friends than hares.
975. The Duke of Longueville’s response, when it was pointed out to him that the gentlemen neighboring his estates were constantly hunting there and that he should not allow it, is commendable: I would much rather, the duke replied, have friends than hares.
976. A gentleman was once praising the style of Swift before Johnson: the doctor did not find himself in the humour to agree with him; the critic was driven from one of his performances to another. At length, you must allow me, said the gentleman, that there are strong facts in the account of the “Four last years of Queen Anne.” Yes, surely, replied Johnson, and so there always are in the Newgate Calendar.
976. A guy was once complimenting Swift's style in front of Johnson: the doctor wasn't in the mood to agree with him; the critic was pushed from one of his works to another. Finally, you have to admit, said the guy, that there are strong points in the account of the “Four Last Years of Queen Anne.” Yes, of course, replied Johnson, and there are always strong points in the Newgate Calendar.
977. Johnson made Goldsmith a comical answer one day, when he was repining at the success of Beattie’s Essay on Truth. Here is such a stir, said he, about a fellow that has written one book, and I have written many. Ah, doctor, said his friend, there go two and forty sixpences, you know, to one guinea.
977. Johnson gave Goldsmith a funny reply one day when he was feeling down about the success of Beattie’s Essay on Truth. “There’s so much fuss over a guy who’s written one book, and I’ve written many,” he said. “Ah, doctor,” his friend replied, “you know it takes two and forty sixpences to make one guinea.”
978. A finished coquette, at a ball, asked a gentleman[200] near her, while she adjusted her tucker, whether he could flirt a fan, which she held in her hand. No, madam, answered he, proceeding to use it, but I can fan a flirt.
978. A total flirt at a party asked a guy[200] next to her, while she fixed her neckline, if he could wave the fan she was holding. No, ma'am, he replied as he started to use it, but I can definitely flirt with a fan.
979. A notorious thief, being to be tried for his life, confessed the robbery he was charged with. The judge hereupon directed the jury to find him guilty on his own confession. The jury having laid their heads together, brought him in Not guilty. The judge bid them consider of it again; but still they brought in their verdict Not guilty. The judge asked the reason. The foreman replied, There is reason enough, for we all know him to be one of the greatest liars in the world.
979. A famous thief, about to be tried for his life, confessed to the robbery he was accused of. The judge then told the jury to find him guilty based on his own confession. After some discussion, they returned a verdict of Not guilty. The judge instructed them to reconsider, but they still came back with their verdict of Not guilty. The judge asked why. The foreman replied, There is plenty of reason, because we all know he's one of the biggest liars in the world.
980. A notorious culprit, who suffered some years since at Salisbury, and the last of three brothers who had been executed for similar offences, after sentence was passed, said, My lord, I humbly thank you. His lordship, astonished, asked him for what? Because, my lord, I thought I should have been hung in chains, which would have been a disgrace to the family.
980. A notorious criminal, who faced punishment a few years ago in Salisbury and was the last of three brothers executed for similar crimes, said after the sentence was given, "My lord, I sincerely thank you." His lordship, surprised, asked him, "For what?" The criminal replied, "Because, my lord, I thought I was going to be hung in chains, which would have brought shame to the family."
981. Dean Jackson, passing one morning through Christchurch quadrangle, met some undergraduates, who walked along without capping. The dean called one of them, and asked, Do you know who I am? No, sir. How long have you been in college? Eight days, sir. Oh, very well, said the dean, walking away, puppies don’t open their eyes till the ninth day.
981. Dean Jackson, walking through the Christchurch quad one morning, saw some undergraduates who were strolling along without their caps on. The dean called one of them over and asked, "Do you know who I am?" "No, sir." "How long have you been at college?" "Eight days, sir." "Oh, very well," said the dean, as he walked away, "puppies don’t open their eyes until the ninth day."
982. A little lawyer appearing as evidence in one of the courts, was asked by a gigantic counsellor, what profession he was of; and having replied that he was an attorney—You a lawyer! said Brief, why I could put you in my pocket. Very likely you may, rejoined the other, and if you do, you will have more law in your pocket than ever you had in your head.
982. A small lawyer appeared as a witness in one of the courts and was asked by a huge attorney what his profession was. When he replied that he was an attorney, the big lawyer said, "You a lawyer? I could fit you in my pocket!" The little lawyer responded, "You might, but if you do, you’ll have more law in your pocket than you ever had in your head."
983. When George Bidder, the calculating phenomenon, was a very little boy, he made the tour of England with his father, displaying everywhere his astonishing power of combining and resolving numbers. Among several very ingenious and difficult questions prepared[201] purposely for him, an ignorant pedagogue asked (without furnishing any data), How many cow’s tails would reach to the moon? The boy, turning upon the inquirer an eye of considerable archness, answered instantly, One, if it were long enough.
983. When George Bidder, the math prodigy, was just a little boy, he traveled around England with his father, showcasing his incredible ability to work with numbers everywhere. Among several tricky and clever questions prepared[201] specifically for him, an uninformed teacher asked (without giving any details), How many cow's tails would reach the moon? The boy, looking at the questioner with a mischievous glance, immediately replied, One, if it were long enough.
984. Mr. Moore having been long under a prosecution in Doctors Commons, his proctor called on him one day whilst he was composing the tragedy of the Gamester. The proctor having sat down, he read him four acts of the piece, being all he had written, by which the man of law was so much affected, that he exclaimed, Good God! can you add to this couple’s distress in the last act? Oh, very easily, said the poet, I intend to put them in the Ecclesiastical Court.
984. Mr. Moore had been under investigation in Doctors Commons for a long time when his lawyer visited him one day while he was working on the tragedy of the Gamester. After the lawyer sat down, he read four acts of the play, which was all he had written. The lawyer was so moved that he exclaimed, "Good God! Can you make this couple's suffering worse in the last act?" "Oh, very easily," said the poet. "I plan to put them in the Ecclesiastical Court."
985. Ned Shuter was often very poor, and being still more negligent than poor, was careless about his dress. A friend overtaking him one day in the street, said to him, Why, Ned, are you not ashamed to walk the streets with twenty holes in your stockings? why don’t you get them mended? No, my friend, said Ned, I am above it; and if you have the pride of a gentleman, you will act like me, and walk with twenty holes rather than have one darn. How, replied the other, how do you make that out? Why, replied Ned, a hole is the accident of the day; but a darn is premeditated poverty.
985. Ned Shuter was often really broke, and being even more careless than broke, he didn’t pay much attention to his appearance. One day a friend ran into him on the street and said, “Why, Ned, aren’t you embarrassed to walk around with twenty holes in your socks? Why don’t you get them fixed?” Ned replied, “No, my friend, I’m beyond that; and if you have a gentleman’s pride, you’ll do like me and walk around with twenty holes instead of having even one repair.” The other responded, “How do you figure that?” Ned explained, “A hole is just a random accident of the day, but a repair shows planned-out poverty.”
986. The witty Lord Ross, having spent all his money in London, set out for Ireland, in order to recruit his purse. On his way, he happened to meet with Sir Murrough O’Brien, driving towards Dublin in a lofty phaeton with six prime dun-coloured horses. Sir Murrough, exclaimed his lordship, what a contrast there is between you and me! you are driving your duns before you, but my duns are driving me before them.
986. The clever Lord Ross, after spending all his money in London, headed to Ireland to replenish his funds. On the way, he ran into Sir Murrough O’Brien, who was heading towards Dublin in a fancy carriage pulled by six impressive dun-colored horses. Lord Ross said, "Sir Murrough, what a difference between you and me! You’re driving your duns ahead of you, but my duns are taking me for a ride."
987. The high-bailiff of Birmingham, attended by some officers of the town, goes round on a market-day to examine the weight of the butter, and they seize all which is found short of sixteen ounces. A countryman, who generally stood in a particular place, having on a former market-day lost two pounds of butter, was seen, the next[202] time they came round, to laugh heartily, while the officers were taking a considerable quantity from a woman who stood near him. One of the officers, not pleased with the fellow’s want of decorum, particularly in the presence of men vested with such high authority, said, What do you mean by laughing, fellow? I took two pounds from you last week. I’ll lay you a guinea of it, said the countryman. Done, replied the officer; and immediately put a guinea into the hands of a respectable tradesman, who was standing at his own door. The countryman instantly covered it; and then, with a triumphant grin, said, Well done, thickhead, if it had been two pounds would you have taken it from me? Was it not for being short of weight that I lost it? The umpire without hesitation decided it in his favour, to the great mortification of the humble administrator of justice.
987. The high bailiff of Birmingham, accompanied by some town officials, walks around on market day to check the weight of the butter, seizing any that falls short of sixteen ounces. A farmer, who usually stood in a specific spot, having lost two pounds of butter on a previous market day, was seen laughing heartily the next time they made their rounds while the officers were confiscating a significant amount from a woman standing nearby. One of the officers, not pleased with the guy's lack of decorum, especially in front of people in such high positions, said, “What’s so funny, you? I took two pounds from you last week.” “I’ll bet you a guinea on it,” the farmer replied. “You’re on,” said the officer, and he immediately handed a guinea to a respectable tradesman standing at his door. The farmer quickly covered it and then, with a victorious grin, said, “Nice job, dimwit. If it had really been two pounds, would you have taken it from me? Wasn’t it because it was short of weight that I lost it?” The mediator swiftly ruled in his favor, much to the embarrassment of the humble enforcer of the law.
988. An Irishman, some years ago, attending the University of Edinburgh, waited upon one of the most celebrated teachers of the German flute, desiring to know on what terms he would give him a few lessons: the flute-player informed him, that he generally charged two guineas for the first month, and one guinea for the second. Then, by my soul, replied the Hibernian, I’ll begin the second month!
988. An Irishman, a few years back, went to the University of Edinburgh and approached one of the most famous teachers of the German flute to ask about the cost of a few lessons. The flute player told him that he usually charged two guineas for the first month and one guinea for the second. The Irishman replied, "Well then, I'll start in the second month!"
989. Foote being at table next to a gentleman who had helped himself to a very large piece of bread; he took it up and cut a piece off. Sir, said the gentleman, that is my bread. I beg a thousand pardons, sir, said Foote, I protest I took it for the loaf.
989. Foote was sitting at the table next to a gentleman who had taken a huge piece of bread; he picked it up and cut a piece off. “Sir, that’s my bread,” said the gentleman. “I sincerely apologize, sir,” replied Foote, “I honestly thought it was from the loaf.”
990. The Marquis della Scalas, an Italian nobleman, having invited the neighbouring gentry to a grand entertainment, where all the delicacies of the season were provided, some of the company arrived very early, for the purpose of paying their respects to his excellency: soon after which, the major-domo, entering the dining-room in a great hurry, told the marquis that there was a fisherman below, who had brought one of the finest fish in all Italy, for which, however, he demanded a most extravagant price. Regard not his price, cried the marquis;[203] pay him the money directly. So I would, please your highness, but he refuses to take any money. What, then, would the fellow have? A hundred strokes of the strappado on his bare shoulders, my lord; he says he will not bate a single blow. On this, the whole company ran down stairs, to see so singular a man. A fine fish! cried the marquis; what is your demand, my friend? Not a quatrini, my lord, answered the fisherman; I will not take money: if your lordship wishes to have the fish, you must order me a hundred lashes of the strappado on my naked back; otherwise I shall apply elsewhere. Rather than lose the fish, said the marquis, we must e’en let this fellow have his humour. Here! cried he to one of his grooms, discharge this honest man’s demands: but don’t lay on too hard; don’t hurt the poor devil very much! The fisherman then stripped, and the groom prepared to execute his lordship’s orders. Now, my friend, said the fisherman, keep an exact account, I beseech you; for I don’t desire a single stroke more than my due. The whole company were astonished at the amazing fortitude with which the man submitted to the operation, till he had received the fiftieth lash; when, addressing himself to the servant, Hold, my friend, cried the fisherman; I have now had my full share of the price. Your share? exclaimed the marquis; what is the meaning of all this? My lord, returned the fisherman, I have a partner, to whom my honour is engaged, that he shall have his full half of whatever I receive for the fish; and your lordship, I dare venture to say, will by and by own that it would be a thousand pities to defraud him of a single stroke. And pray, honest friend, said the marquis, who is this partner? Your porter, my lord, answered the fisherman, who keeps the outer gate of the palace, and refused to admit me, unless I would promise him half what I should obtain for the fish. Ho! ho! exclaimed the marquis, laughing very heartily, by the blessing of heaven, he shall have double his demand in full! The porter was accordingly sent for; and being stripped to the skin, two grooms were directed to lay on with all their might till he had fairly received what he was so well entitled to. The[204] marquis then ordered his steward to pay the fisherman twenty sequins; desiring him to call annually for the like sum, as a recompense for the friendly service he had rendered him.
990. The Marquis della Scala, an Italian nobleman, invited the local gentry to a grand event with all the seasonal delicacies. Some guests arrived very early to pay their respects to him. Shortly after, the major-domo rushed into the dining room and told the marquis that a fisherman downstairs had brought one of the finest fish in all of Italy, but was asking an outrageous price. "Forget about his price," the marquis said; "pay him the money immediately." "I would, your highness, but he refuses to accept any payment." "Then what does he want?" "A hundred lashes with the strappado on his bare back, my lord; he says he won’t budge an inch." Hearing this, the whole group rushed downstairs to see this unusual man. "A fine fish!" the marquis exclaimed. "What do you want, my friend?" "Not a quatrini, my lord," the fisherman replied; "I won’t take money. If your lordship wants the fish, you must order me a hundred lashes of the strappado on my bare back; otherwise, I’ll go elsewhere." "Rather than lose the fish," said the marquis, "we can let this fellow have his way. Here!" he called to one of his grooms, "Fulfill this honest man's request, but don’t go too hard; don’t hurt the poor guy too much!" The fisherman then stripped, and the groom prepared to follow his lordship’s commands. "Now, my friend," said the fisherman, "please keep an accurate count; I don’t want a single lash more than what I’m owed." The whole company was amazed by the incredible strength with which he endured the punishment, until he had received the fiftieth lash. Then, addressing the servant, the fisherman said, "Stop, my friend; I’ve now received my full share." "Your share?" the marquis exclaimed. "What does that mean?" "My lord," replied the fisherman, "I have a partner who I promised would get half of whatever I receive for the fish; and I'm sure you’d agree it would be a shame to deny him a single lash." "And who is this partner?" the marquis asked. "Your porter, my lord," answered the fisherman, "who guards the palace gate and wouldn’t let me in unless I promised him half of what I’d get for the fish." The marquis burst out laughing and exclaimed, "By heaven, he shall get double what he asked for!" The porter was summoned; stripped to the skin, he was then ordered to receive the punishment he deserved. The marquis then instructed his steward to pay the fisherman twenty sequins, asking him to return annually for the same amount as reward for the service he had provided.
991. Mr. Pope being one night crossing the street from Button’s coffee-house, when the moon occasionally peeped through a cloud, was accosted by a link-boy with, Light, your honour! light, your honour! He repeatedly exclaimed, I do not want you. But the lad still following him, he peevishly cried out, Get about your business: God mend me! I will not give you a farthing; it’s light enough. It’s light enough, echoed the lad, what’s light enough? your head or your pocket? God mend you, indeed! it would be easier to make two men, than mend one such as you.
991. One night, Mr. Pope was crossing the street from Button’s coffee house when the moon occasionally peeked through a cloud. A link boy approached him, shouting, “Light, your honor! Light, your honor!” He repeatedly said, “I don’t need you.” But since the boy kept following him, he irritably shouted, “Go about your business: God help me! I won’t give you a penny; it’s light enough.” “It’s light enough,” echoed the boy, “what’s light enough? Your head or your pocket? God help you, indeed! It would be easier to make two men than to fix one like you.”
992. A fellow, walking down Holborn Hill on a sultry summer evening, observed an old gentleman, without his hat, panting and leaning upon a post, and courteously asked him what was the matter? Sir, said the old man, an impudent puppy has just snatched my hat off, and run away with it: I have run after him until I have quite lost my breath, and cannot, if my life depended on it, go a step farther. What, not a step? said the fellow. Not a step, returned he. Why then, by Jupiter, I must have your wig; and snatching off his fine flowing caxon, the thief was out of sight in a minute.
992. A guy walking down Holborn Hill on a hot summer evening saw an old man without his hat, panting and leaning against a post, and politely asked him what was wrong. “Sir,” said the old man, “a rude kid just grabbed my hat and ran off with it. I chased him until I lost my breath and, if my life depended on it, I couldn’t take another step.” “What, not a single step?” the guy asked. “Not a single step,” he replied. “Well then, by Jupiter, I’ll take your wig!” And with that, he snatched off the old man's fine flowing wig, and the thief was gone in a minute.
993. Two tars, just landed, went to see an old acquaintance, who kept what they humorously called a grog-shop, in a village near Portsmouth, the sign of the Angel. On their entering the place, they stared about for the wished-for sign. There it is! said one. Why, you fool, replied the other, that’s a peacock. Who do you call fool? retorted Ben; how the devil should I know the difference, when I never saw an angel in my life?
993. Two sailors, just off the ship, went to visit an old friend who humorously ran a bar in a village near Portsmouth, called the Angel. As they entered the place, they looked around for the sign they were expecting. “There it is!” said one. “You idiot,” replied the other, “that’s a peacock.” “Who are you calling an idiot?” shot back Ben. “How the hell would I know the difference? I've never seen an angel in my life!”
994. The late Colonel O’Kelly, well known to all the lovers of the turf, having, at a Newmarket meeting, proposed a considerable wager to a gentleman who, it seems, had no knowledge of him; the stranger, suspecting the[205] challenge came from one of the black-legged fraternity, begged to know what security he would give for so large a sum if he should lose, and where his estates lay. O! the dear craters, I have the map of them about me, and here it is, sure enough, said O’Kelly, pulling out a pocket-book, and giving unequivocal proofs of his property, by producing bank-notes to a considerable amount.
994. The late Colonel O’Kelly, famous among all horse racing enthusiasts, made a substantial bet at a Newmarket meeting with a gentleman who apparently didn’t know him. The stranger, suspecting that the challenge was from someone shady, asked what kind of security O’Kelly could offer for such a large amount if he lost, and where his estates were located. “Oh! The dear estates, I have the map of them right here,” said O’Kelly, pulling out a pocketbook and showing clear evidence of his property by producing a significant amount of banknotes.
995. After a successful attack on the royal party in 1745, a Higlander gained a watch as his share of the plunder. Unacquainted with its use, he listened with equal surprise and pleasure to the ticking sound with which his new acquisition amused him; after a few hours, however, the watch was down, the noise ceased, and the dispirited owner, looking on the toy no longer with satisfaction, determined to conceal the misfortune which had befallen it, and to dispose of it to the first person who should offer him a trifle in exchange. He soon met with a customer, but at parting he could not help exclaiming, Why, she died last night.
995. After a successful attack on the royal party in 1745, a Highlander got a watch as part of the loot. Not knowing how to use it, he listened in both surprise and delight to the ticking sound that his new possession made; however, after a few hours, the watch stopped, the noise faded, and the disappointed owner no longer looked at the toy with satisfaction. He decided to hide the misfortune that had befallen it and sell it to the first person who would give him a little something in exchange. He soon found a buyer, but as they parted, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Well, it died last night."
996. When Mr. Penn, the proprietor of Pennsylvania, and the most considerable man among the Quakers, went to court to pay his respects to Charles II., that merry monarch, observing the Quaker not to lower his beaver, took off his own hat, and stood uncovered before Penn, who said, Prithee, friend Charles, put on thy hat. No, friend Penn, said the king, it is usual for only one man to stand covered here.
996. When Mr. Penn, the owner of Pennsylvania and the most prominent man among the Quakers, went to court to pay his respects to Charles II, that cheerful king, noticed the Quaker didn't take off his hat, so he removed his own and stood bareheaded in front of Penn. Penn said, "Please, friend Charles, put your hat on." "No, friend Penn," replied the king, "it's customary for only one person to be uncovered here."
997. A person had been relating many incredible stories when Professor Engel, who was present, in order to repress his impertinence, said, But, gentlemen, all this amounts to but very little, when I can assure you that the celebrated organist, Abbé Vogler, once imitated a thunder-storm so well, that for miles round all the milk turned sour.
997. Someone was sharing a lot of unbelievable stories when Professor Engel, who was there, tried to put a stop to his arrogance by saying, "But, gentlemen, all of this is really insignificant compared to the fact that the famous organist, Abbé Vogler, once imitated a thunderstorm so perfectly that all the milk in the area turned sour."
998. The late Bishop of Worcester, Dr. Hough, was remarkable for sweetness of temper, as well as every other christian virtue; of which the following story affords a proof:—A young gentleman, whose family had been well acquainted with the bishop, in making the tour[206] of England before he went abroad, called to pay his respects to his lordship as he passed by his seat in the country. It happened to be at dinner time, and the room full of company. The bishop, however, received him with much familiarity; but the servant in reaching him a chair, threw down a curious weather-glass that had cost twenty guineas, and broke it. The gentleman was under infinite concern, and began to make an apology for being himself the occasion of the accident, when the bishop with great good nature interrupted him. Be under no concern, sir, said his lordship, smiling, for I am much beholden to you for it: we have had a very dry season; and now I hope we shall have rain, as I never saw the glass so low in my life. Every one was pleased with the humour and pleasantry of the turn.
998. The late Bishop of Worcester, Dr. Hough, was known for his sweet disposition as well as every other Christian virtue; the following story demonstrates this: A young man, whose family was well acquainted with the bishop, decided to visit him while touring England before going abroad. It happened to be dinner time, and the room was full of guests. However, the bishop greeted him warmly. As the servant brought him a chair, he accidentally dropped a beautiful weather-glass that had cost twenty guineas, breaking it. The young man felt immense regret and started to apologize for causing the accident when the bishop, with great kindness, interrupted him. “Don’t worry at all, sir,” said his lordship, smiling, “I actually owe you for it: we’ve had a very dry season, and now I hope we’ll get some rain, as I’ve never seen the glass this low in my life.” Everyone appreciated the humor and light-heartedness of the moment.
999. Dr. Johnson was observed by a musical friend of his to be extremely inattentive at a concert, whilst a celebrated solo player was running up the divisions and subdivisions of notes upon his violin. His friend, to induce him to take greater notice of what was going on, told him how extremely difficult it was. Difficult, is it, sir! replied the doctor; I wish it were impossible.
999. A musical friend noticed that Dr. Johnson was very distracted at a concert while a famous soloist was playing complex passages on his violin. To get Dr. Johnson to pay more attention to what was happening, his friend mentioned how incredibly challenging it was. "Challenging, is it?" the doctor replied; "I wish it were impossible."
1000. An American general was once in company where there were some few Scotch. After supper, when the wine was served up, the general rose and addressed the company in the following words:—Gentlemen, I must inform you, that when I get a little groggish, I have an absurd custom of railing against the Scotch; I hope no gentleman in company will take it amiss. With this he sat down. Up started M——, a Scotch officer, and without seeming the least displeased, said, Gentlemen, I, when I am a little groggish, and hear any person railing against the Scotch, have an absurd custom of kicking him out of the company; I hope no gentleman will take it amiss. It is hardly necessary to add, that, that night, he had no occasion to exert his talents.
1000. An American general was once in a gathering with a few Scots. After dinner, when the wine was served, the general stood up and said to the group: "Gentlemen, I need to let you know that when I get a little tipsy, I have a silly habit of complaining about the Scots; I hope no one here will take it personally." With that, he took his seat. M——, a Scottish officer, quickly stood up and, looking completely unfazed, said, "Gentlemen, when I’m a bit tipsy and hear someone complaining about the Scots, I have a silly habit of kicking them out of the gathering; I hope no one will take it personally." It's hardly necessary to mention that that night, he didn't have to put his skills to use.
1001. The father of a late Lord Hardwicke was hanged for forgery. When Lord H. sat as chancellor, an old countryman was examined as to a particular fact, the[207] exact date of which he could not recollect. All that I remember about it, said he, is, that it happened on the day old Yorke was hanged.
1001. The father of a former Lord Hardwicke was executed for forgery. When Lord H. served as chancellor, an elderly farmer was questioned about a specific fact, the[207] exact date of which he couldn’t remember. All I remember about it, he said, is that it happened on the day old Yorke was executed.
1002. A theatrical lady, celebrated for everything but continence, at length resolved to marry and reform. Her conduct was duly canvassed in the dressing-rooms of the theatres. I am told, cried one, that she confessed to her liege lord all her amours. What a proof of courage! exclaimed one lady. What an extraordinary instance of candour! said another. What an amazing instance of memory! cried a third.
1002. A famous actress, known for everything except self-control, finally decided to get married and change her ways. Her behavior was discussed in the dressing rooms of the theaters. "I heard," exclaimed one, "that she confessed all her affairs to her husband." "What a display of courage!" one lady said. "What an incredible show of honesty!" another added. "What an impressive feat of memory!" a third one shouted.
1003. Elliston had many friends and some relations in the church. Visiting one of the latter, who had some occasion to call upon his clerk, who was also the town crier, Elliston accompanied his friend; the crier was from home, and whilst the reverend gentleman explained to the man’s wife the nature of his visit, Elliston looked over two or three things that had been left to be cried that evening, amongst others, one was of a dog lost, who, amid his peculiar spots and blemishes, had “sore eyes;” Elliston always alive for a joke, altered the word sore to four. The crier came home, took up the several notices and commenced his round, enunciating in sonorous tones, Lost a black and tan coloured terrier, and answers to the name of Carlo; has two black legs and four eyes. You vagabond, cried the traveller to whom the dog belonged, how do you think I shall ever get my dog, if you describe it in that way? The crier maintained that it was according to the original, and, upon examination, it was evident the paper had been tampered with. Home went the crier, boiling with indignation; his wife had informed him of the call of his reverend employer, but had said nothing about his companion, and therefore no doubt remained on the clerk’s mind, that his reverend master himself had played the trick. He awaited patiently until Sunday for his revenge, and before he took his seat in the clerk’s pew, removed the book of St. John from the New Testament. The clergyman gave out the lesson, as the 2nd chapter of St. John, (the clerk had previously known it was to be selected from thence,) and then began to[208] look in vain for the book in question; at last he whispered to the clerk, What has become of St. John? He can’t come, was the reply, he has got sore eyes.
1003. Elliston had a lot of friends and some family in the church. While visiting one of his relatives, who needed to talk to his clerk—the town crier—Elliston went along. The crier wasn’t home, and while the reverend explained his visit to the man's wife, Elliston looked over a few notices that were meant to be announced that evening. One was about a lost dog, which, among other peculiar spots and marks, had "sore eyes." Always ready for a joke, Elliston changed the word "sore" to "four." When the crier returned, he picked up the notices and started his round, loudly announcing, “Lost: a black and tan terrier named Carlo; it has two black legs and four eyes.” The owner of the dog shouted, “You fool! How am I supposed to find my dog if you describe it like that?” The crier insisted it was as per the original notice, and upon checking, it was clear the paper had been altered. The crier went home seething with anger; his wife mentioned the reverend’s visit but didn't say anything about Elliston being there, leading the clerk to believe his reverend master had played the prank. He patiently waited for Sunday for his revenge, and before taking his seat in the clerk’s pew, he removed the book of St. John from the New Testament. The clergyman announced the lesson as the 2nd chapter of St. John (the clerk had already known that it was going to be selected from there) and then started searching for the book in vain. Finally, he whispered to the clerk, “What happened to St. John?” The clerk replied, “He can’t come; he has got sore eyes.”
1004. Dr. Carpue always gave it as his opinion, that Mathews, the comedian, had experienced improper treatment at the time of his accident, and that had he been in judicious hands, he would not have been lame. Some one speaking upon this subject to R—, said, I understand Mathews means to leave his broken leg to Carpue when he dies. The devil he does! said R—; well, for my part, I should be sorry to have such a leg-as-he (legacy).
1004. Dr. Carpue always believed that Mathews, the comedian, had received poor treatment during his accident, and if he had been treated properly, he wouldn't have ended up lame. Someone discussing this with R— said, "I hear Mathews plans to leave his broken leg to Carpue when he dies." "No way!" R— replied. "Honestly, I would be really sorry to inherit such a leg!"
1005. The Bishop of Ermeland lost a great portion of his revenues, in consequence of the occupation of part of Poland by the King of Prussia. Soon after this event, in the year 1773, he waited on his majesty at Potsdam; when the king asked him, if he could, after what had happened, still have any friendship for him? Sire! said the prelate, I shall never forget my duty, as a good subject, to my sovereign. I am, replied the king, still your very good friend, and likewise presume much on your friendship towards me; for, should St. Peter refuse my entrance into Paradise, I hope you will have the goodness to hide me under your mantle, and take me in along with you. Sire! returned the bishop, that will, I fear, scarcely be possible: your majesty has cut it too short to admit of my carrying any contraband goods beneath it.
1005. The Bishop of Ermeland lost a significant portion of his income due to the King of Prussia occupying part of Poland. Soon after this, in 1773, he visited the king at Potsdam, where the king asked him if, after everything that happened, he could still have any friendship for him. "Your Majesty!" said the bishop, "I will never forget my duty as a loyal subject to my sovereign." The king replied, "I am still your very good friend and I rely on your friendship toward me; because if St. Peter refuses me entry into Paradise, I hope you will kindly hide me under your cloak and take me in with you." "Your Majesty!" the bishop replied, "I fear that will hardly be possible: you’ve cut it too short for me to sneak in any contraband."
1006. A gentle sprinkle of rain happening, a plough-boy left his work and went home; but his master seeing him there, told him that he should not have left his work for so trifling an affair, and begged for the future he would stay until it rained downright. A day or two afterwards proving a very rainy day, the boy stayed till dusk, and being almost drowned, his master asked him why he did not come home before? Why I should, said the boy, but you zed I shou’dn’t come home vore it rained downright; and it has not rained downright yet, for it was aslaunt all day long.
1006. With a light sprinkle of rain falling, a young farmer left his work and headed home. But his boss saw him there and told him he shouldn't have left for something so minor. He asked him to stay until it really started to pour in the future. A day or two later, it turned out to be a very rainy day, and the boy stayed until dusk, nearly drenched. His boss asked him why he didn't come home earlier. "Well, I would have," said the boy, "but you told me I shouldn’t come home until it really started pouring. And it hasn’t poured yet; it’s just been drizzling all day."
1007. A lady desired her butler to be saving of an excellent tun of small beer, and asked him how it might[209] best be preserved. I know of no method so effectual, my lady, said the butler, as placing a barrel of good ale by it.
1007. A lady asked her butler to be careful with a good barrel of small beer and inquired how it could[209] be best preserved. I know of no better way, my lady, said the butler, than to place a barrel of good ale next to it.
1008. A humorous fellow being subpœnaed as a witness on a trial for an assault, one of the counsel, who had been notorious for brow-beating witnesses, asked him what distance he was from the parties when the assault happened; he answered, Just four feet five inches and a half. How come you to be so very exact, fellow? said the counsel. Because I expected some fool or other would ask me, said he, and so I measured it.
1008. A funny guy was called in as a witness for an assault trial. One of the lawyers, known for intimidating witnesses, asked him how far he was from the people involved when the assault happened. He replied, "Just four feet five inches and a half." The lawyer asked, "How come you’re so precise, man?" He answered, "Because I figured some fool would ask me, so I measured it."
1009. Francis I. of France, being told the people made very free with his character in their songs, answered, It would be hard indeed not to allow them a song for their money.
1009. Francis I of France, upon hearing that people freely criticized him in their songs, replied, It would be quite unreasonable not to let them have a song for their money.
1010. An honest Hibernian, whose bank-pocket (to use his own phrase) had stopped payment, was forced to the sad necessity of perambulating the streets of Edinburgh two nights together for want of a few pence to pay his lodgings, when accidentally hearing a person talk of the Lying-in Hospital, he exclaimed, That’s the place for me! Where is it, honey? for I’ve been lying out these two nights past.
1010. An honest Irishman, whose wallet (to use his own words) was empty, had to wander the streets of Edinburgh for two nights because he didn’t have a few coins to pay for his lodging. When he overheard someone mentioning the Maternity Hospital, he exclaimed, "That’s the place for me! Where is it, dear? I’ve been sleeping outside these past two nights."
1011. A painter was employed in painting a West India ship in the river, suspended on a stage under the ship’s stern. The captain, who had just got into the boat alongside, for the purpose of going ashore, ordered the boy to let go the painter (the rope which makes fast the boat): the boy instantly went aft, and let go the rope by which the painter’s stage was held. The captain, surprised at the boy’s delay, cried out, Heigh-ho, there, you lazy lubber, why don’t you let go the painter? The boy replied, He’s gone, sir, pots and all.
1011. A painter was busy painting a West Indies ship in the river, hanging on a stage under the ship’s stern. The captain, who had just climbed into the boat next to the ship to go ashore, ordered the boy to release the painter (the rope securing the boat). The boy quickly moved to the back and let go of the rope that held the painter’s stage. The captain, surprised by the boy's delay, shouted, “Hey, you lazy slacker, why don’t you let go of the painter?” The boy replied, “He’s gone, sir, pots and all.”
1012. A young man, boasting of his health and constitutional stamina, in the hearing of Wewitzer, the player, was asked to what he chiefly attributed so great a happiness. To what, sir? to laying in a good foundation, to be sure. I make a point, sir, to eat a great deal every[210] morning. Then I presume, sir, remarked Wewitzer, you usually breakfast in a timber-yard.
1012. A young man, proud of his health and endurance, while in earshot of Wewitzer, the actor, was asked what he credited for such great happiness. What, sir? It's definitely because I laid a good foundation. I make it a habit, sir, to eat a lot every[210] morning. Then I guess, sir, Wewitzer replied, you usually have breakfast in a lumberyard.
1013. A captain in the navy, meeting a friend as he landed at Portsmouth, boasted that he had left his whole ship’s company the happiest fellows in the world. How so? asked his friend. Why I have just flogged seventeen, and they are happy it is over; and all the rest are happy that they have escaped.
1013. A navy captain, who ran into a friend as he got off the ship in Portsmouth, bragged that he had left his entire crew the happiest bunch in the world. "How so?" asked his friend. "Well, I just punished seventeen of them, and they're happy it's over; and the rest are happy that they got away without it."
1014. A witness was called upon to testify concerning the reputation of another witness for veracity. Why, said he, I hardly know what to tell you: M—— sometimes jests and jokes, and then I don’t believe him; but when he undertakes to tell anything for a fact, I believe him as much as I do the rest of my neighbours.
1014. A witness was asked to testify about the credibility of another witness. He said, "Honestly, I'm not sure what to say: M—— sometimes jokes around, so I don’t trust him then. But when he tries to tell something as a fact, I believe him just as much as I believe my other neighbors."
1015. An Irish journal announced the accouchement of her grace the Duke of Dorset. Next day it was thus corrected: For “her grace the Duke of Dorset,” read “his grace the Duchess of Dorset.”
1015. An Irish newspaper announced the birth of her grace the Duke of Dorset. The next day it was corrected: For “her grace the Duke of Dorset,” read “his grace the Duchess of Dorset.”
1016. One evening, Tom Sheridan, after sitting with his father over a bottle, was complaining of the emptiness of his pocket. The right honourable manager told him jocularly, to go on the highway. I have tried that already, said he, but without success. Ah! how? replied the father. Why, resumed he, I stopped a caravan full of passengers, who assured me they had not a farthing, as they all belonged to Drury Lane Theatre, and could not get a penny of their salary.
1016. One evening, Tom Sheridan was sitting with his dad over a bottle, complaining about how empty his pockets were. His dad jokingly told him to go out on the highway. "I've tried that already," Tom said, "but it didn’t work." "Oh really? How did that go?" asked his dad. "Well," Tom replied, "I stopped a caravan full of passengers who all said they didn't have a single penny because they worked at Drury Lane Theatre and couldn’t get any of their pay."
1017. A man meeting his friend, said, I spoke to you last night in a dream. Pardon me, replied the other, I did not hear you.
1017. A man met his friend and said, "I talked to you last night in a dream." The other replied, "Sorry, I didn't hear you."
1018. An eccentric barber, some years ago, opened a shop under the walls of the King’s Bench prison. The windows being broken when he opened the house he mended them with paper, on which appeared—'Shave for a penny,’ with the usual invitation to customers; and over the door was scrawled these lines:
1018. A quirky barber, a few years back, set up a shop right by the walls of the King’s Bench prison. Since the windows were broken when he started, he patched them up with paper, on which he wrote, 'Shave for a penny,' along with the usual invitation to customers; and above the door, he scribbled these lines:
Foote (who loved anything eccentric) saw these inscriptions, and hoping to extract some wit from the author, whom he justly concluded to be an odd character, pulled off his hat, and thrusting his head through one of the paper panes into the shop, called out, Is Jemmy Wright at home? The barber immediately forced his own head through another pane into the street, and replied, No, sir, he has just popped out. Foote laughed heartily, and gave the man a guinea.
Foote (who loved anything quirky) saw these inscriptions, and hoping to get a laugh from the author, whom he rightly guessed to be an unusual character, took off his hat, stuck his head through one of the paper panes into the shop, and shouted, "Is Jemmy Wright home?" The barber quickly pushed his own head through another pane into the street and replied, "No, sir, he just stepped out." Foote burst out laughing and gave the man a guinea.
1019. A fellow had to cross a river, and entered the boat on horseback; being asked the cause, he replied, I must ride, because I am in a hurry.
1019. A guy had to cross a river and got into the boat on horseback; when asked why, he replied, "I need to ride because I'm in a hurry."
1020. Pray, Mr. Abernethy, what is the cure for gout? asked an indolent and luxurious citizen. Live upon sixpence a day, and earn it! was the pithy answer.
1020. "Please, Mr. Abernethy, what’s the cure for gout?" asked a lazy and comfort-seeking citizen. "Live on sixpence a day, and earn it!" was the concise response.
1021. Dr. Boldero, of Jesus College, had been treated with great severity by the protectorate for his attachment to the royal cause, as was also Herring, at that time Bishop of Ely, and in whose gift the mastership of Jesus College is vested. On a vacancy of the mastership occurring, Boldero, without any pretensions to the appointment, presented a petition to the bishop. Who are you? said his lordship, I know nothing of you? I never heard of you before! My lord, replied Boldero, I have suffered long and severely for my attachment to my royal master, as well as your lordship, and I believe your lordship and I have been in all the gaols in England. What does the fellow mean! exclaimed the bishop; Man! I never was confined in any prison but the Tower! And, my lord, said Boldero, I have been in all the rest myself! The bishop’s heart was melted at this reply, and he granted Boldero’s petition.
1021. Dr. Boldero, from Jesus College, had faced harsh treatment from the protectorate for his loyalty to the royal cause, just like Herring, who was the Bishop of Ely at that time, and who had the authority to appoint the master of Jesus College. When a vacancy for the master position arose, Boldero, without any claims to the role, submitted a petition to the bishop. "Who are you?" the bishop asked. "I don't know anything about you! I've never heard of you before!" "My lord," Boldero replied, "I've suffered greatly for my loyalty to my royal master, just like you have, and I believe you and I have both been in every jail in England." "What does this man mean?" the bishop exclaimed. "I've only ever been locked up in the Tower!" "And, my lord," Boldero said, "I've been in all the other ones myself!" The bishop was touched by this response and approved Boldero’s petition.
1022. The witty and licentious Earl of Rochester meeting with the great Isaac Barrow in the park, told his companions that he would have some fun with the rusty old put. Accordingly, he went up with great gravity, and, taking off his hat, made the doctor a profound bow, saying, Doctor, I am yours to my shoe-tie. The doctor, seeing his drift, immediately pulled off his[212] beaver, and returned the bow, with My lord, I am yours to the ground. Rochester followed up his salutation by a deeper bow, saying, Doctor, I am yours to the centre. Barrow, with a lowly obeisance, replied, My lord, I am yours to the Antipodes. His lordship, nearly gravelled, exclaimed, Doctor, I am yours to the lowest pit of hell. There, my lord, said Barrow, sarcastically, I leave you; and walked off.
1022. The witty and scandalous Earl of Rochester, while in the park with his friends, decided to have some fun with the serious Isaac Barrow. He approached with a serious look, removed his hat, and gave the doctor a deep bow, saying, "Doctor, I am yours to my shoelace." Understanding the joke, Barrow instantly took off his beaver hat and returned the bow, saying, "My lord, I am yours to the ground." Rochester then followed up with an even deeper bow, saying, "Doctor, I am yours to the center." Barrow, in a humble gesture, replied, "My lord, I am yours to the Antipodes." Almost taken aback, Rochester exclaimed, "Doctor, I am yours to the lowest pit of hell." "Well then, my lord," Barrow said sarcastically, "I leave you," and walked away.
1023. The following anecdote is related of the great Duke of Marlborough. The duchess was pressing the duke to take a medicine; and, with her usual warmth, said, I’ll be hanged if it do not prove serviceable. Dr. Garth, who was present, exclaimed, Do take it then, my lord duke; for it must be of service, in one way or the other.
1023. The following story is told about the great Duke of Marlborough. The duchess was urging the duke to take some medicine and, with her usual enthusiasm, said, I swear it will be helpful. Dr. Garth, who was there, exclaimed, Please do take it, my lord duke; it has to be helpful in some way.
1024. Cardinal de Bernis, when only an Abbé, solicited Cardinal Fleury, then fourscore, for some preferment. Fleury told him fairly, he should never have anything in his time. Bernis replied, Monseigneur, j’attendrai [My lord, I shall wait].
1024. Cardinal de Bernis, when he was just an Abbé, asked Cardinal Fleury, who was then eighty years old, for a promotion. Fleury told him honestly that he would never get anything during his time. Bernis replied, Monseigneur, j’attendrai [My lord, I shall wait].
1025. Mr. Suckling, a clergyman of Norfolk, having a quarrel with a neighbouring gentleman, who insulted him, and at last told him, his gown was his protection. The doctor replied, It may be mine, but it shall not be yours; and pulling it off, thrashed the aggressor.
1025. Mr. Suckling, a clergyman from Norfolk, had a dispute with a nearby gentleman who insulted him and eventually said that his clerical gown was his protection. The doctor replied, "It may protect me, but it won’t protect you," and then took it off and beat the aggressor.
1026. In some parish churches it was the custom to separate the men from the women. A clergyman, being interrupted by loud talking, stopped short, when a woman, eager for the honour of the sex, arose and said, Your reverence, it is not among us. So much the better, answered the priest; it will be over the sooner.
1026. In some parish churches, it was the custom to separate the men from the women. A clergyman, interrupted by loud talking, stopped abruptly when a woman, eager to defend her gender, stood up and said, "Your reverence, it’s not us." "So much the better," replied the priest; "it’ll be over sooner."
1027. The evening before a battle, an officer came to ask Marshal Toiras for permission to go and see his father, who was at the point of death. Go, said the general, who saw through the pretext; thou shalt honour thy father and thy mother, that thy days may be long upon the earth.
1027. The evening before a battle, an officer came to ask Marshal Toiras for permission to see his father, who was dying. "Go," said the general, seeing through the excuse; "Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live a long life on the earth."
1028. A French gentleman, being married a second[213] time, was often lamenting his first wife before his second, who one day, said to him, Monsieur, je vous assure qu’il n’y a personne qui la regrette plus que moi [I assure you, sir, no one regrets her more than I do].
1028. A French gentleman, married for the second time, often complained about his first wife in front of his second. One day, she said to him, Monsieur, je vous assure qu’il n’y a personne qui la regrette plus que moi [I assure you, sir, no one regrets her more than I do].
1029. A methodist in America, bragging how well he had instructed some Indians in religion, called up one of them, and, after some questions, asked him if he had not found great comfort last Sunday, after receiving the sacrament. Ay, master, replied the savage, but I wished it had been brandy.
1029. A Methodist in America, boasting about how well he had taught some Native Americans about religion, called one of them forward and, after asking a few questions, wanted to know if he had felt great comfort last Sunday after receiving the sacrament. "Yes, sir," replied the Native American, "but I wish it had been brandy."
1030. Towards the close of the reign of George the Second, the beautiful Countess of Coventry talking to his majesty about shows, and thinking only of the figure she herself would make in a procession, told him, the sight she wished most to see was a coronation.
1030. Towards the end of King George II’s reign, the gorgeous Countess of Coventry was chatting with him about shows, and only thinking about how she would look in a parade. She told him that the event she most wanted to see was a coronation.
1031. William, Duke of Cumberland, gave promises of talents that were never accomplished. One day he had given some offence to his royal mother, and was remanded to the confinement of his chamber. After what the queen thought a sufficient duration of his punishment, she sent for him. He returned in a very sullen humour. What have you been doing? said the queen. Reading. What book? The New Testament. Very well: what part? Where it is said, Woman, why troublest thou me?
1031. William, Duke of Cumberland, had the potential for great things but never fulfilled it. One day, he had upset his mother, the queen, and was sent to his room as punishment. After what she considered a long enough time, she called for him. He came back looking quite grumpy. "What have you been doing?" asked the queen. "Reading." "What book?" "The New Testament." "Alright, which part?" "Where it says, 'Woman, why are you troubling me?'"
1032. A vicar and curate of a village, where there was to be a burial, were at variance. The vicar not coming in time, the curate began the service, and was reading the words, “I am the resurrection,” when the vicar arrived, almost out of breath, and, snatching the book out of the curate’s hands, with great scorn, cried, You the resurrection! “I am the resurrection”—and then went on.
1032. A vicar and a curate in a village were at odds. When a burial was to take place, the vicar arrived late, so the curate started the service and was reading the words, “I am the resurrection,” when the vicar showed up, nearly out of breath. He grabbed the book from the curate's hands, looked at him with great disdain, and exclaimed, “You the resurrection! ‘I am the resurrection’”—and then continued.
1033. A French officer being just arrived at the court of Vienna, and the empress hearing that he had the day before been in company with a great lady, asked him if it were true that she was the most handsome princess of her time? The officer answered, with great gallantry, Madam, I thought so yesterday.
1033. A French officer had just arrived at the court of Vienna, and when the empress heard that he had been with a prominent lady the day before, she asked him if it was true that she was the most beautiful princess of her time. The officer responded, with great charm, "Madam, I thought so yesterday."
1034. The spretæ injuria formæ is the greatest with a woman. A man of rank, hearing that two of his female relations had quarrelled, asked, Did they call each other ugly? No. Well, well; I shall soon reconcile them.
1034. The spretæ injuria formæ is the greatest with a woman. A man of high status, hearing that two of his female relatives had argued, asked, Did they call each other ugly? No. Well, well; I'll have them reconciled in no time.
1035. Wit, or even what the French term esprit, seems little compatible with feeling. Fontenelle was a great egotist, and thought of nothing but himself. One of his old acquaintances went one day to see him at his country house, and said he had come to eat a bit of dinner. What shall we have? Do you like asparagus? said Fontenelle. If you please; but with oil. Oil! I prefer them with sauce. But sauce disagrees with me, replied the guest. Well, well, we will have them with oil. Fontenelle then went out to give his orders; but on his return, found his poor acquaintance dead of an apoplexy. Running to the head of the stairs, he called out, Cook! dress the ’sparagus with sauce.
1035. Wit, or what the French call esprit, doesn't really go well with feelings. Fontenelle was a major narcissist, completely focused on himself. One day, an old friend visited him at his country house and said he came over for a bite to eat. What should we have? Do you like asparagus? asked Fontenelle. Sure, but with oil. Oil! I prefer them with sauce. But sauce doesn't sit well with me, replied the guest. Alright then, we'll have them with oil. Fontenelle then went out to give his orders, but when he came back, he found his poor friend had suffered a stroke and was dead. Running to the top of the stairs, he shouted, Cook! prepare the asparagus with sauce.
1036. An ignorant soldier at Quebec, observing some of his comrades stay behind him at church, asked them, on their coming out, what was the reason? They told him, jeeringly, that the parson had treated them with some wine. No other liquor? said the fellow. Seeing he swallowed the bait, they answered, that he might have what liquor he chose. Next Sunday he stayed to have his share; and when the clergyman offered him the wine, he put up his hand to his head, in token of salutation, and said modestly, Please your reverence, I should prefer punch.
1036. An uninformed soldier in Quebec noticed that some of his buddies were hanging back in church, so he asked them why when they came out. They jokingly told him that the pastor had given them some wine. "No other drink?" he asked. Seeing that he fell for it, they replied that he could have whatever drink he wanted. The following Sunday, he stayed to get his share; and when the clergyman offered him the wine, he raised his hand to his forehead as a salute and said humbly, "Excuse me, sir, I’d prefer punch."
1037. A French peer, a man of wit, was making his testament: he had remembered all his domestics, except his steward; I shall leave him nothing, said he, because he has served me these twenty years.
1037. A French nobleman, a witty guy, was writing his will: he had thought of all his servants, except for his steward; I won’t leave him anything, he said, because he has worked for me for the past twenty years.
1038. A president of the parliament of Paris asked Langlois, the advocate, why he so often burdened himself with bad causes? My lord, answered the advocate, I have lost so many good ones, that I am puzzled which to take.
1038. A president of the parliament of Paris asked Langlois, the lawyer, why he often took on losing cases. My lord, replied the lawyer, I have lost so many good ones that I'm not sure which ones to choose.
1039. Mr. Pitt’s plan, when he had the gout, was to[215] have no fire in his room, but to load himself with bed-clothes. At his house at Hayes he slept in a long room, at one end of which was his bed, and his lady’s at the other. His way was, when he thought the Duke of Newcastle had fallen into any mistake, to send for him, and read him a lecture. The duke was sent for once, and came, when Mr. Pitt was confined to bed by the gout. There was, as usual, no fire in the room; the day was very chilly, and the duke, as usual, afraid of catching cold. The duke first sat down on Mrs. Pitt’s bed as the warmest place; then drew up his legs into it, as he got colder. The lecture unluckily continuing a considerable time, the duke at length fairly lodged himself under Mrs. Pitt’s bed-clothes. A person, (who related the story to Horace Walpole,) suddenly going in, saw the two ministers in bed, at the two ends of the room; while Pitt’s long nose, and black beard unshaved for some days, added to the grotesqueness of the scene.
1039. Mr. Pitt’s plan, when he had gout, was to[215] have no fire in his room but pile on the blankets. At his house in Hayes, he slept in a long room, where his bed was at one end and his lady’s at the other. When he thought the Duke of Newcastle had made a mistake, he would call for him and give him a lecture. One time, the duke was summoned and came while Mr. Pitt was stuck in bed with gout. As usual, there was no fire in the room; it was a chilly day, and the duke, always worried about catching a cold, first sat on Mrs. Pitt’s bed, the warmest spot. Then, as he got colder, he pulled his legs up into it. Unfortunately, the lecture went on for quite a while, and eventually, the duke completely settled himself under Mrs. Pitt’s blankets. A person (who told the story to Horace Walpole) walked in unexpectedly and saw the two ministers in bed at opposite ends of the room, with Pitt’s long nose and unshaven black beard adding to the absurdity of the scene.
1040. The Duke of Orleans, the regent, had four daughters, distinguished by the names of the Four Cardinal Sins. A wag wrote on their mother’s tomb, Cy gist l’Oisiveté, [Here lies Idleness,] which, you know, is termed the mother of all the vices.
1040. The Duke of Orleans, the regent, had four daughters, named after the Four Cardinal Sins. A jokester wrote on their mother’s tomb, Cy gist l’Oisiveté, [Here lies Idleness,] which, as you know, is called the mother of all vices.
1041. Sir T. Robinson was a tall, uncouth man, and his stature was often rendered still more remarkable by his hunting dress, and postillion’s cap, a tight green jacket, and buckskin breeches. He was liable to sudden whims; and once set off on a sudden, in his hunting suit, to visit his sister, who was married and settled at Paris.—He arrived while there was a large company at dinner. The servant announced M. Robinson, and he came in, to the great amazement of the guests. Among others, a French abbé thrice lifted his fork to his mouth, and thrice laid it down, with an eager stare of surprise. Unable to restrain his curiosity any longer, he burst out with, Excuse me, sir, are you the famous Robinson Crusoe so remarkable in history?
1041. Sir T. Robinson was a tall, awkward man, and his height was made even more noticeable by his hunting outfit and postilion’s cap, which consisted of a tight green jacket and buckskin breeches. He had sudden urges, and one time he impulsively set off in his hunting gear to visit his sister, who was married and living in Paris. He arrived while a large group was having dinner. The servant announced M. Robinson, and he walked in, shocking the guests. Among them, a French abbé lifted his fork to his mouth three times, only to put it down each time, staring in astonishment. Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, he exclaimed, "Excuse me, sir, are you the famous Robinson Crusoe noted in history?"
1042. General Sutton, brother of Sir Robert Sutton, was very passionate: Sir Robert Walpole the reverse.[216] Sutton being one day with Sir Robert, while his valet de chambre was shaving him, Sir Robert said, John, you cut me;—and then went on with the conversation. Presently, he said again, John, you cut me—and a third time—when Sutton starting up in a rage, and doubling his fist at the servant, swore a great oath, and said, If Sir Robert can bear it, I cannot, and if you cut him once more, I’ll knock you down.
1042. General Sutton, brother of Sir Robert Sutton, was very passionate; Sir Robert Walpole was the opposite.[216] One day, while Sutton was with Sir Robert, who was being shaved by his valet, Sir Robert said, "John, you cut me;"—and continued the conversation. Soon after, he said again, "John, you cut me"—and a third time—then Sutton jumped up in a rage, clenched his fist at the servant, swore loudly, and said, "If Sir Robert can handle it, I can’t, and if you cut him once more, I’ll knock you out."
1043. We read more of pearls than of diamonds in ancient authors. The ancients had not skill enough to make the most of diamonds; and the art of engraving on them is not older than the sixteenth century. The most remarkable of modern pearls is that in the Spanish treasury, called The Pilgrim. It was in the possession of a merchant, who had paid for it 100,000 crowns. When he went to offer it for sale to Philip IV. the king said, How could you venture to give so much for a pearl? The merchant replied, I knew there was a king of Spain in the world. Philip, pleased with the flattery, ordered him his own price.
1043. We read more about pearls than diamonds in old writings. The ancients didn't have the skill to maximize the potential of diamonds, and engraving them didn’t become a craft until the sixteenth century. The most famous modern pearl is in the Spanish treasury, known as The Pilgrim. A merchant owned it and paid 100,000 crowns for it. When he went to sell it to Philip IV, the king asked, "How could you afford to pay so much for a pearl?" The merchant responded, "I was aware there was a king of Spain in the world." Philip, flattered by the compliment, agreed to let him set his own price.
1044. Mr. Pennant, the ingenious and pleasing historian, had many peculiarities and eccentricities in his private character, among the latter may be classed his singular antipathy to a wig—which, however, he can suppress, till reason yields a little to wine. But when this is the case, off goes the wig next to him, and into the fire!—Dining once at Chester with an officer who wore a wig, Mr. Pennant became half seas over; and another friend that was in company carefully placed himself between Pennant and wig, to prevent mischief. After much patience, and many a wistful look, Pennant started up, seized the wig, and threw it into the fire. It was in flames in a moment, and so was the officer, who ran to his sword. Down stairs ran Pennant, and the officer after him, through all the streets of Chester. But Pennant escaped, from superior local knowledge. A wag called this “Pennant’s Tour in Chester.”
1044. Mr. Pennant, the clever and entertaining historian, had many quirks and eccentricities in his personal life, one of which was his strong dislike of wigs—though he could keep that under control until he had a bit to drink. But when that happened, he would take off the wig next to him and toss it into the fire! One time, while having dinner in Chester with an officer who wore a wig, Mr. Pennant got a bit tipsy; another friend, aware of the situation, strategically placed himself between Pennant and the wig to avoid chaos. After being patient and casting many longing glances, Pennant suddenly jumped up, grabbed the wig, and threw it into the fire. It caught fire immediately, and so did the officer, who rushed for his sword. Pennant ran downstairs with the officer chasing after him, through all the streets of Chester. But Pennant managed to get away, thanks to his better knowledge of the area. A jokester dubbed this “Pennant’s Tour in Chester.”
1045. The harengères, or fish-women at Paris, form a sort of body-corporate. In the time of Louis XIV. the[217] Dauphin having recovered from a long illness, the fish-women deputed four of their troop to offer their congratulations. After some difficulties, the ladies were admitted by the king’s special command, and conducted to the dauphin’s apartment. One of them began a sort of harangue, What would have become of us if our dear dauphin had died? We should have lost our all. The king meanwhile had entered behind, and being extremely jealous of his power and glory, frowned at this ill-judged compliment; when another of the deputation, with a ready wit, regained his good graces, by adding, True; we should have lost our all—for our good king could never have survived his son, and would doubtless have died of grief. The naïf policy of this unexpected turn was much admired.
1045. The fish-women of Paris, known as harengères, operate like a community. During the reign of Louis XIV, when the Dauphin recovered from a serious illness, the fish-women chose four of their group to convey their congratulations. After some challenges, the women were allowed in by the king’s special order and taken to the dauphin’s room. One of them started a sort of speech, saying, "What would have happened to us if our dear dauphin had died? We would have lost everything." Meanwhile, the king had entered behind them, and being very protective of his power and reputation, frowned at this poorly timed flattery. However, another member of the group quickly turned it around and gained his favor again by adding, "That's true; we would have lost everything—because our good king could never have lived without his son and would surely have perished from grief." The naïve strategy of this unexpected response received much praise.
1046. Lord William Poulet, though often chairman of committees of the House of Commons, was a great dunce, and could scarce read. Being to read a bill for naturalizing Jemima, Duchess of Kent, he called her, Jeremiah, Duchess of Kent. Having heard south walls commended for ripening fruit, he showed all the four sides of his garden for south walls.
1046. Lord William Poulet, although frequently the chairman of committees in the House of Commons, was quite slow-witted and could barely read. When he was supposed to read a bill to naturalize Jemima, Duchess of Kent, he mistakenly called her Jeremiah, Duchess of Kent. After hearing that south walls were praised for ripening fruit, he pointed out all four sides of his garden as if they were south walls.
1047. Queen Caroline spoke of shutting up St. James’s Park, and converting it into a noble garden for the palace of that name. She asked Sir Robert Walpole what it might probably cost? who replied, Only three crowns.
1047. Queen Caroline talked about closing St. James’s Park and turning it into a grand garden for the palace of the same name. She asked Sir Robert Walpole how much it would likely cost, and he replied, "Just three crowns."
1048. Cardinal Dubois offered an abbey to a bishop, who refused it, because, he said, he could not reconcile to his conscience the possession of two benefices. The cardinal, in great surprise, said, You should be canonized. I wish, my lord, answered the bishop, that I deserved it; and that you had the power. A delicate reproach of his ambition.
1048. Cardinal Dubois offered an abbey to a bishop, who turned it down, explaining that he couldn't reconcile having two positions in the church with his conscience. The cardinal, taken aback, said, "You should be canonized." The bishop replied, "I wish I were worthy of it, and that you had the authority." It was a subtle jab at his ambition.
1049. A low Frenchman bragged that the king had spoken to him. Being asked what his majesty had said, he replied, He bade me stand out of his way.
1049. A short Frenchman boasted that the king had spoken to him. When asked what his majesty had said, he replied, "He told me to get out of his way."
1050. I prefer the quarto size to the octavo: a quarto lies free and open before one. It is surprising how[218] long the world was pestered with unwieldy folios. A Frenchman was asked if he liked books in folio [in the leaf]. No, says he, I like books in fructu [in the fruit].
1050. I prefer the quarto size to the octavo: a quarto lies flat and open in front of you. It's amazing how long the world dealt with cumbersome folios. A Frenchman was asked if he liked books in folio [in the leaf]. No, he replied, I like books in fructu [in the fruit].
1051. Lady Sandon was bribed with a pair of diamond earrings, and procured the donor a good place at court. Though the matter was notoriously known, she was so imprudent as to wear them constantly in public. This being blamed in company, Lady Wortley Montague, like Mrs. Candour, undertook Lady Sandon’s defence. And pray, said she, where is the harm? I, for my part, think Lady Sandon acts wisely—for does not the bush show where the wine is sold?
1051. Lady Sandon was bribed with a pair of diamond earrings and got the donor a good spot at court. Even though everyone knew about it, she was careless enough to wear them all the time in public. When this was criticized in social circles, Lady Wortley Montague, like Mrs. Candour, took it upon herself to defend Lady Sandon. "And may I ask," she said, "what's the harm? Personally, I think Lady Sandon is being smart—doesn’t the bush show where the wine is sold?"
1052. A Jew and a Christian, both Italians, united their endeavours in a snuff-shop. On Saturday, the sabbath, the Jew did not appear; but on Sunday he supplied the place of the Christian. Some scruples were started to the Jew, but he only answered, Trovata la legge, trovato l’inganno, [When laws were invented, tricks were invented.]
1052. A Jew and a Christian, both Italians, teamed up in a smoke shop. On Saturday, the Sabbath, the Jew didn’t show up; but on Sunday he took the Christian's place. Some concerns were raised to the Jew, but he simply replied, Trovata la legge, trovato l’inganno, [When laws were invented, tricks were invented.]
1053. After the French revolution, Lord Orford was particularly delighted with the story of the Tigre National. A man who showed wild beasts in Paris, had a tiger from Bengal, of the largest species, commonly called the Royal Tiger. But when royalty, and everything royal, was abolished, he was afraid of a charge of incivism; and, instead of Tigre Royal, put on his sign-board, Tigre National.
1053. After the French Revolution, Lord Orford was especially pleased with the story of the National Tiger. A man who displayed wild animals in Paris had a Bengal tiger, the largest species, commonly known as the Royal Tiger. But when royalty and all things royal were abolished, he worried about being accused of incivility; so instead of Royal Tiger, he put National Tiger on his signboard.
1054. An attorney in France having bought a charge of bailiff for his son, advised him never to work in vain, but to raise contributions on those who wanted his assistance. What, father! said the son in surprise, would you have me sell justice? Why not? answered the father: is so scarce an article to be given for nothing?
1054. A lawyer in France bought a position of bailiff for his son and advised him never to work uselessly, but to ask for fees from those who needed his help. “What, dad!” said the son in surprise, “Do you want me to sell justice?” “Why not?” replied the father, “Isn’t such a rare thing worth something?”
1055. A father wished to dissuade his daughter from any thoughts of matrimony. She who marries does well, said he; but she who does not marry does better. Father, answered the girl meekly, I am content with doing well; let her do better who can.
1055. A father wanted to discourage his daughter from thinking about marriage. "Those who marry do well," he said, "but those who don’t get an even better deal." "Father," the girl replied gently, "I’m happy just doing well; let whoever can do better take their chance."
1056. A gentleman, travelling on a journey, having a light guinea which he could not pass, gave it to his Irish servant, and desired him to pass it upon the road. At night he asked him if he had passed the guinea. Yes, sir, replied Teague, but I was forced to be very sly; the people refused it at breakfast and at dinner; so, at a turnpike, where I had fourpence to pay, I whipped it in between two halfpence, and the man put it into his pocket, and never saw it.
1056. A guy traveling on a trip had a light guinea that he couldn’t use, so he gave it to his Irish servant and asked him to pass it on the road. At night, he asked if the servant had managed to spend the guinea. "Yes, sir," replied Teague, "but I had to be very sneaky. The people wouldn’t accept it at breakfast or lunch; so, at a toll booth, where I had to pay fourpence, I slipped it in between two halfpence, and the man put it in his pocket without noticing."
1057. A little boy having been much praised for his quickness of reply, a gentleman present observed, that when children were keen in their youth, they were generally stupid and dull when they advanced in years, and vice versâ. What a very sensible boy, sir, must you have been! returned the child.
1057. A little boy who was praised for his quick responses heard a gentleman say that when kids are sharp in their youth, they usually end up being slow and dull as they get older, and vice versa. "What a very smart boy you must have been, sir," the child replied.
1058. At an examination for the degree of B.A. in the Senate House, Cambridge, under an examiner whose name was Payne, one of the moral questions was, Give a definition of happiness. To which one of the candidates returned the following laconic answer, An exemption from Payne.
1058. At a B.A. degree exam in the Senate House, Cambridge, with an examiner named Payne, one of the moral questions was to define happiness. One of the candidates gave the brief response: Freedom from Payne.
1059. A student of St. John’s College, who was remarkable for his larks and eccentricities, during the time he was dining in hall, called to a bon vivant, at another table, to say, that he had got a fine fox in his rooms, for him. This being overheard by the marker, who was a kind of mongrel fetch-and-carry to a certain dean, and who understood the student in a literal sense, he informed the dean of the circumstance. The student was very soon summoned before the master and seniors, for what he knew not; however, on entering, he was informed, they had learned he kept a fox in his rooms, a thing not to be tolerated by the college. It is very true, replied the accused; I have a bust of Charles James Fox, at your service.
1059. A student at St. John’s College, known for his antics and quirks, while dining in the hall, called out to a bon vivant at another table to say he had a great fox in his rooms for him. This was overheard by the marker, who was basically a gofer for a certain dean and took the student literally. He reported the situation to the dean. The student was soon summoned before the master and seniors, not knowing why; however, upon entering, he was told they had learned he kept a fox in his rooms, which wasn’t allowed at the college. “That’s true,” replied the accused, “I have a bust of Charles James Fox, at your service.”
1060. When the celebrated Beau Nash was ill, Dr. Cheyne wrote a prescription for him. The next day, the doctor coming to see his patient, inquired if he had followed his prescription? No, truly, doctor, replied[220] Nash, if I had I should have broken my neck, for I threw it out of a two pair of stairs window.
1060. When the famous Beau Nash was sick, Dr. Cheyne wrote a prescription for him. The next day, when the doctor came to check on his patient, he asked if he had followed the prescription. "No, honestly, doctor," Nash replied, "if I had, I would have broken my neck, because I threw it out of a second-story window."
1061. The son of a fond father, when going to war, promised to bring home the head of one of the enemy. His parent replied, I should be glad to see you come home without a head, provided you come safe.
1061. The son of a loving father, when going to war, promised to bring back the head of one of the enemy. His parent replied, "I would be happy to see you return without a head, as long as you come back safe."
1062. Dr. Cheyne, of Bath, and a Mr. Santly, were deemed the two fattest men in Somersetshire. When they were once sitting together after dinner, Cheyne asked the other what made him look so melancholy? Faith, replied he, I was thinking how it will be possible for the people to get either you or me to the grave after we die. Why, as to me, replied Cheyne, six or eight stout fellows will do the business, but you must be taken at twice.
1062. Dr. Cheyne from Bath and a guy named Mr. Santly were considered the two heaviest men in Somersetshire. One time, while they were sitting together after dinner, Cheyne asked Santly why he looked so down. Santly replied, "Honestly, I was wondering how people are going to manage to get either you or me to the grave after we die." Cheyne responded, "Well, for me, six or eight strong guys will handle it, but you’re going to need double that."
1063. A spark being brought before a magistrate, on a charge of horse-stealing, the justice, the moment he saw him, exclaimed, I see a villain in your countenance. It is the first time, said the prisoner, very coolly, that I knew my countenance was a looking-glass.
1063. A spark was brought before a magistrate on a charge of horse theft. The justice, as soon as he saw him, exclaimed, “I see a villain in your face.” The prisoner replied, quite calmly, “It’s the first time I knew my face was a mirror.”
1064. A jockey lord met his old college tutor at a great horse fair. Ah! doctor, exclaimed his lordship, what brings you here, among these high bred cattle? Do you think you can distinguish a horse from an ass? My lord, replied the tutor, I soon perceived you among these horses.
1064. A noble jockey ran into his old college tutor at a big horse fair. “Ah! Doctor,” his lordship exclaimed, “What brings you here among these fine animals? Do you really think you can tell a horse from a donkey?” “My lord,” the tutor replied, “I recognized you right away among these horses.”
1065. A French officer was speaking at a table-d’hote of his first impressions on seeing English soldiers, and attempted to ridicule them, by saying, that they had faces as round as Cheshire cheeses. An English officer replied, Monsieur, you are very polite; and allow me to say, that if your soldiers had shown us a little more of their faces, and less of their backs, I should be very happy to return you the compliment.
1065. A French officer was speaking at a dining table about his first impressions of English soldiers and tried to mock them by saying they had faces as round as Cheshire cheeses. An English officer replied, “Sir, you are very polite; and let me say that if your soldiers had shown us a little more of their faces and less of their backs, I would be very happy to return the compliment.”
1066. The late Right Hon. Charles James Fox, in the course of a speech he made in the House of Commons, when enlarging on the influence exercised by government over the members, observed, that it was generally understood that the minister employed a person as manager of[221] the House of Commons; here there was a general cry of Name him! name him! No, said Mr. Fox, I don’t choose to name him, though I might do it as easy as say Jack Robinson. This was really his name.
1066. The late Right Hon. Charles James Fox, during a speech in the House of Commons, while discussing the government's influence over its members, noted that it was commonly known that the minister had a person managing the House of Commons; there was an uproar of Name him! Name him! Mr. Fox replied, No, I don’t want to name him, even though I could do it as easily as saying Jack Robinson. That was actually his name.
1067. A traveller relating some of his adventures, told the company, that he and his servant made fifty wild Arabians run; which exciting surprise, he observed there was no such great matter in it; for, said he, we ran, and they ran after us.
1067. A traveler sharing some of his adventures told the group that he and his servant made fifty wild Arabians run away. He noted that it wasn’t a big deal because, as he explained, they ran, and the Arabians chased after them.
1068. A certain young clergyman, modest almost to bashfulness, was once asked by a country apothecary, of a contrary character, in a public and crowded assembly, and in a tone of voice sufficient to catch the attention of the whole company, How it happened that the patriarchs lived to such extreme old age? To which question he immediately replied, Perhaps they took no physic.
1068. A young clergyman, who was shy almost to the point of being bashful, was once asked by a country pharmacist, who was quite the opposite, in a public and crowded gathering, and loud enough for everyone to hear, how it was that the patriarchs lived to such an old age. To this, he quickly responded, "Maybe they didn't take any medicine."
1069. Two English gentlemen, some time ago, visited the field of Bannockburn, so celebrated for the total defeat of the English army, by Robert Bruce, with an army of Scottish heroes, not one fourth their number. A sensible countryman pointed out the positions of both armies, the stone where the Bruce’s standard was fixed during the battle, &c. Highly satisfied with his attention, the gentleman, on leaving him, pressed his acceptance of a crown-piece. Na, na, said the honest man, returning the money, keep your crown-piece; the English hae paid dear enough already for seeing the field of Bannockburn.
1069. A while back, two English gentlemen visited the famous battlefield of Bannockburn, known for the complete defeat of the English army by Robert Bruce, who led a force of Scottish heroes that was less than a quarter of their size. A knowledgeable local pointed out the positions of both armies, the stone where Bruce’s standard was raised during the battle, etc. Very pleased with his guidance, the gentlemen, as they were about to leave, insisted on giving him a crown coin. "No, no," replied the honest man, returning the money, "keep your crown coin; the English have paid enough already to see the field of Bannockburn."
1070. Soon after Dr. Johnson’s return from Scotland to London, a Scottish lady, at whose house he was, as a compliment, ordered some hotch-potch for his dinner. After the doctor had tasted it, she asked him if it was good? To which he replied, Very good for hogs! Then, pray, said the lady, let me help you to a little more.
1070. Soon after Dr. Johnson returned from Scotland to London, a Scottish lady, at whose house he was staying, ordered some hotch-potch for his dinner as a compliment. After the doctor tasted it, she asked him if it was good. He replied, "Very good for hogs!" Then, the lady said, "Well then, let me serve you a little more."
1071. A noble lord a short time ago applied to a pawn-broker to lend him 1000 guineas on his wife’s jewels, for which he had paid 4000. Take the articles to pieces, said his lordship, number the stones, and put false ones in their place, my lady will not distinguish them. You[222] are too late, my lord, said the pawnbroker; your lady has stolen a march upon you; these stones are false, I bought the diamonds of her ladyship a twelvemonth ago.
1071. A noble lord recently went to a pawn shop to borrow 1000 guineas against his wife’s jewelry, which he had bought for 4000. "Take the pieces apart," said his lordship, "number the stones, and put fake ones in their place; my lady won't notice." "You’re too late, my lord," replied the pawnbroker; "your lady has outsmarted you; these stones are fake; I bought the diamonds from her ladyship a year ago." You[222]
1072. A common councilman’s lady paying her daughter a visit at school, and inquiring what progress she had made in her education, the schoolmistress answered, Pretty good, madam, miss is very attentive: if she wants anything it is a capacity; but for that deficiency, you know we must not blame her. No, madam, replied the mother; but I blame you for not having mentioned it before. Her father, thank goodness, can afford his daughter anything, and I desire that a capacity may be bought immediately, cost what it may.
1072. A councilman's wife visited her daughter at school and asked how she was doing in her studies. The schoolmistress replied, "Pretty good, ma'am, she's very attentive. If she lacks anything, it's just the ability to understand, but we shouldn't blame her for that." The mother responded, "No, ma'am, I blame you for not bringing it up sooner. Her father can afford to give her anything she needs, and I want to make sure we buy her that ability right away, no matter the cost."
1073. A tanner near Swaff’ham, in Norfolk, invited the supervisor to dine with him, and after pushing the bottle about briskly, the supervisor took his leave; but, in passing through the tan yard, he unfortunately fell into a pit, and called lustily to the tanner to get him out. Can’t, said the tanner; if I draw any hides without giving twelve hours notice, I shall be exchequered and ruined; but I’ll go and inform the excise.
1073. A tanner near Swaffham in Norfolk invited the supervisor over for dinner. After they had a good amount to drink, the supervisor decided to leave. However, while walking through the tan yard, he accidentally fell into a pit and called out loudly for the tanner to help him get out. "I can't," said the tanner. "If I pull out any hides without giving twelve hours' notice, I’ll be fined and ruined. But I’ll go inform the excise."
1074. As Mr. Reynell, a man of some fortune in the neighbourhood of Edinburgh, was one day taking his ride, and being, according to his own idea, a person of no small consequence, he thought proper to show it by riding on the foot-path. Meeting a plain farmer-looking man, he ordered him imperiously to get out of his way. Sir, said the other, I don’t understand this: I am upon the footpath, where I certainly have a right to walk. Do you know, sir, said Mr. Reynell, to whom you speak? I do not, indeed. Sir, I am Mr. Reynell, of Edinburgh. Well, sir, but that certainly does not entitle you to ride on the footpath, and to drive a humble pedestrian off it. Why, sir, I am a trustee of this road. If you are, you are a very bad one. You are a very impudent fellow—who are you, sir? I am John, Duke of Montague. It is almost unnecessary to add that the haughty laird, after a very awkward apology, sneaked into the main road.
1074. One day, Mr. Reynell, a well-off man from near Edinburgh, was riding along, feeling quite important about himself. To show off, he decided to ride on the footpath. He encountered a simple-looking farmer and rudely told him to move out of the way. "Sir," the farmer replied, "I don’t understand this: I'm on the footpath, where I have every right to walk." "Do you know who you're talking to?" Mr. Reynell asked. "I don’t, actually." "I am Mr. Reynell from Edinburgh." "Well, that doesn’t give you the right to ride on the footpath and push a humble pedestrian off it." "I’m a trustee of this road." "If that’s true, you’re doing a terrible job. You're quite the arrogant fellow—who are you, anyway?" "I’m John, Duke of Montague." It's almost unnecessary to say that the proud landowner, after a very awkward apology, quickly got back onto the main road.
1075. Lord Norbury was asking the reason of the de[223]lay that happened in a cause, and he was answered, it was because Mr. Serjeant Joy, who was to lead, was absent, but Mr. Hope, the solicitor, had said that he would return immediately; when his lordship humorously repeated the well-known lines—
1075. Lord Norbury was inquiring about the reason for the de[223]lay in a case, and he was told it was because Mr. Serjeant Joy, who was supposed to lead, was absent. However, Mr. Hope, the solicitor, mentioned that he would be back shortly. His lordship then humorously recited the well-known lines—
1076. An Irish officer in Minorca was found by a gentleman who came to visit him in a morning a little ruffled, and being asked the reason, he replied he had lost a pair of fine black silk stockings out of his room, that cost eighteen shillings; but he hoped he should get them again, for he had ordered them to be cried, with a reward of half-a-crown to the person who brought them. His friend observing that this was too poor a recompense for such a pair of silk stockings: Pooh, man, replied he, I directed the crier to say they were worsted.
1076. An Irish officer in Minorca was found by a gentleman who came to visit him one morning looking a bit upset. When asked why, he said he had lost a pair of nice black silk stockings from his room that cost eighteen shillings. However, he was optimistic about getting them back since he had instructed someone to announce their loss, offering a reward of half-a-crown to whoever returned them. His friend noticed that the reward was too low for such a pair of silk stockings and said, "Come on, man," the officer replied, "I told the crier to say they were worsted."
1077. A young man having asked an Hibernian who was looked up to as a scholar, what was meant by the posthumous works of such a writer? Why, said the other, posthumous works are those books which a man writes after he is dead.
1077. A young man asked an Irish scholar what the posthumous works of a writer meant. The scholar replied, "Posthumous works are the books that a person writes after they have died."
1078. As you do not belong to my parish, said a clergyman to a begging sailor, with a wooden leg, you cannot expect that I should relieve you. Sir, said the sailor, with a noble air, I lost my leg fighting for all parishes.
1078. "Since you're not part of my parish," a clergyman said to a begging sailor with a wooden leg, "you can’t expect me to help you." "Sir," the sailor replied with dignity, "I lost my leg fighting for all parishes."
1079. Henry IV. of France, passing through a small town, perceived the inhabitants assembled to congratulate him on his arrival. Just as the principal magistrate had commenced a tedious oration, an ass began to bray; on which the king, turning towards the place where the noisy animal was, said gravely, Gentlemen, one at a time, if you please.
1079. Henry IV. of France, passing through a small town, saw the locals gathered to welcome him. Just as the mayor started a long speech, a donkey began to bray; the king, turning towards the source of the commotion, said seriously, "Gentlemen, one at a time, if you please."
1080. Henry IV. to an excellent wit, added most amiable manners, and a most captivating address. On General Armand de Biron coming into his presence, when he was surrounded by some foreign ambassadors, the king immediately took Biron by the hand, and said, Gentle[224]men, this is Marshal Biron, whom I present with equal pleasure and confidence to my friends as well as my enemies.
1080. Henry IV. had not only a sharp mind but also charming manners and a very engaging way of speaking. When General Armand de Biron entered the room while he was surrounded by foreign ambassadors, the king immediately took Biron's hand and said, "Gentlemen, this is Marshal Biron, whom I present with both pleasure and confidence to my friends as well as my enemies."
1081. The benevolent Dr. Wilson once discovered a clergyman at Bath, who he was informed was sick, poor, and had a numerous family. In the evening, he gave a friend fifty pounds, requesting he would deliver it in the most delicate manner, and as from an unknown person. The friend replied, I will wait upon him early in the morning. You will oblige me by calling directly. Think, sir, of what importance a good night’s rest may be to that poor man.
1081. The kind Dr. Wilson once found a clergyman in Bath who was said to be sick, struggling financially, and had a large family. In the evening, he gave a friend fifty pounds, asking him to deliver it discreetly and as if it were from an anonymous benefactor. The friend replied, "I’ll visit him first thing in the morning. Please call on me directly. Consider, sir, how crucial a good night's sleep could be for that poor man."
1082. In a lawsuit respecting boundaries, the counsel on both sides explained their claims on a plan—My lord, said one, we lie on this side: and the other said, My lord, we lie on this side. Nay, said the judge, if you lie on both sides, I can believe neither of you.
1082. In a lawsuit about boundaries, the lawyers on both sides laid out their claims on a map—“Your honor,” said one, “we’re on this side.” The other lawyer replied, “Your honor, we’re on this side.” “No,” said the judge, “if you’re both claiming to be on different sides, I can’t believe either of you.”
1083. The celebrated Henry, Earl of Worcester, once observing the enemy leaving the field, turned round and said, I love to see my own danger, especially when it is marching off.
1083. The famous Henry, Earl of Worcester, once noticed the enemy retreating from the battlefield, turned around, and said, I love to see my own danger, especially when it’s heading away.
1084. The earl once calling for a glass of claret, was told by his physician, that claret was bad for the gout. What, my old friend claret! nay, give it me in spite of all physicians and their advice; it shall never be said that I forsook my friend for my enemy.
1084. The earl once asked for a glass of claret and was told by his doctor that claret was bad for gout. "What, my old friend claret! No, give it to me despite all the doctors and their advice; it will never be said that I abandoned my friend for my enemy."
1085. One was telling the earl, how strangely he had escaped a shot, by the bar of a window. A musket bullet had hit full against the edge of an iron bar of a chamber-window, so that the bullet was split in two, one half flying by on one side and the other on the other. The earl hearing this, asked in what room it was, and was answered, in the cross-barred room; upon which he answered, You will now believe me, how safe it is to stand before the cross, when you face your enemy.
1085. One person was telling the earl how strangely he had escaped a shot by the bar of a window. A musket bullet had hit directly against the edge of an iron bar of a chamber window, causing the bullet to split in two, with one half flying to one side and the other to the other side. When the earl heard this, he asked in which room it happened and was told it was in the cross-barred room. He then said, "Now you will believe me how safe it is to stand before the cross when you face your enemy."
1086. Charles II. hearing a high character of a preacher in the country, attended one of his sermons. Expressing his dissatisfaction, one of the courtiers replied, that the[225] preacher was applauded to the skies by the congregation. Ay! observed the king, I suppose his nonsense suits their nonsense.
1086. Charles II, hearing great things about a preacher in the country, decided to attend one of his sermons. When he expressed his dissatisfaction, one of the courtiers replied that the[225] preacher was praised to no end by the congregation. "Well," remarked the king, "I guess his nonsense fits their nonsense."
1087. Some one once asked Bruce what musical instruments were used in Abyssinia. Bruce hesitated, not being prepared for the question; and at last said, I think I saw one lyre there. George Selwyn whispered the man sitting next him, Yes, and there is one less since he left the country.
1087. Someone once asked Bruce what musical instruments were used in Abyssinia. Bruce hesitated, not expecting the question; and finally said, I think I saw a lyre there. George Selwyn whispered to the man sitting next to him, Yes, and there's one less since he left the country.
1088. The attachment of some ladies to their lap-dogs amounts, in some instances, to infatuation. I have heard of a lap-dog biting a piece out of a male visitor’s leg: his mistress thus expressed her compassion, Poor dear little creature, I hope it will not make him sick.
1088. The attachment some women have to their lap-dogs can, in some cases, be obsessive. I heard about a lap-dog biting a chunk out of a male visitor's leg: its owner reacted by saying, "Oh, poor little thing, I hope it doesn't make him sick."
1089. A Frenchman, a farmer of the duty upon salt, (farmed in France, as post horses are in England,) had built a most magnificent villa; displaying it to his friends, it was observed that a statue was wanting for a large niche in the vestibule. I mean to put there, said the owner, some allegorical statue relating to my business. You may put then Lot’s wife, who was changed to a statue of salt, answered one of his friends.
1089. A Frenchman, a farmer of the salt tax (farmed in France like post horses are in England), had built a stunning villa. When showing it off to his friends, they noticed that a statue was missing for a large niche in the entrance. "I plan to place an allegorical statue there related to my business," said the owner. "Then you could put Lot’s wife, who was turned into a statue of salt," replied one of his friends.
1090. A master of a ship called down into the hold, Who is there? Will, sir, was the answer. What are you doing? Nothing, sir. Is Tom there? Yes, answered Tom. What are you doing? Helping Will, sir.
1090. A ship's captain called down into the hold, “Who’s there?” “Will, sir,” came the reply. “What are you doing?” “Nothing, sir.” “Is Tom there?” “Yes,” Tom answered. “What are you doing?” “Helping Will, sir.”
1091. Two gentlemen coming into a tavern, one of them called for a bottle of claret: Why, do you love claret? said the other; for my part, I’ll see it burnt before I drink a drop.
1091. Two guys walking into a bar, one of them ordered a bottle of red wine. "Do you really like red wine?" the other asked. "As for me, I'd rather see it burned than drink a drop."
1092. One whose name was Pippin, being dressed in a green suit, chanced to meet his friend, who, at his first salute, told him, It was a rare thing to see a green Pippin on Christmas day.
1092. A guy named Pippin, wearing a green outfit, happened to run into his friend, who, upon greeting him, said, "It's not often you see a green Pippin on Christmas day."
1093. A certain gentleman was mightily taken with a lady of the name of Wall, who was in the habit of painting a good deal. His friends tried to persuade him from[226] going near her, saying, they wondered at a man of his taste setting his affections on a Painted Wall.
1093. A certain gentleman was really taken with a lady named Wall, who often painted a lot. His friends tried to convince him not to go near her, saying they were surprised that someone of his taste would have feelings for a Painted Wall.
1094. Musicians ought to be compared to chameleons. Why? Because they live on airs.
1094. Musicians should be compared to chameleons. Why? Because they thrive on the atmosphere.
1095. One said a good client was like a study gown, sits himself in the cold, and keeps his lawyer warm.
1095. One said a good client is like a study gown, sitting in the cold and keeping his lawyer warm.
1096. A fellow whose name was Hog was convicted of felony before Lord Bacon, then judge of assize; he used several unimportant arguments with his lordship before sentence was pronounced, and, none prevailing, he told him he was near of kin to him. How, to me? said the judge. Yes, answered the fellow, for your name is Bacon, and mine is Hog. Oh! then, replied his lordship, you will never be good Bacon till you are hanged.
1096. A guy named Hog was found guilty of a crime in front of Judge Bacon, who was the judge at the time. He made several minor arguments to his lordship before the sentence was announced, and when none of them worked, he said he was related to him. "How can that be?" asked the judge. "Yes," replied the guy, "because your name is Bacon, and mine is Hog." "Oh, then," the judge replied, "you'll never be good Bacon until you're hanged."
1097. One being at supper at a friend’s house, (it chanced that there was mutton and capers for supper,) fell into a discourse upon dancing, saying, that he loved it better than any other kind of recreation. By and bye, taking notice of the capers, which he had never seen before, took one upon his trencher, cut it in the middle, and put the half of it in his mouth. The master of the house observing it, said, Sir, it seems you do love dancing well, when you cannot forbear cutting a caper at supper.
1097. While having dinner at a friend's house—where they happened to be serving mutton and capers—someone started talking about dancing, saying he enjoyed it more than any other pastime. After a while, noticing the capers, which he had never seen before, he picked one up from his plate, cut it in half, and put half of it in his mouth. The host noticed this and said, "Sir, it seems you really love dancing if you can’t resist cutting a caper at dinner."
1098. Scriveners must be hard-hearted men, said Lord Adolphus F. Why? Since they never rejoice more than when they put other men in bonds.
1098. Scriveners must be cold-hearted people, said Lord Adolphus F. Why? Because they never seem happier than when they put others in debt.
1099. An ignorant drunken surgeon, that had killed most of his patients, boasted himself a better man than the parson; For, said he, your cures maintain but yourself, but my cures maintain all the sextons in the town.
1099. An ignorant, drunk surgeon, who had killed most of his patients, bragged that he was a better man than the parson. He said, "Your cures only support you, but my cures support all the sextons in town."
1100. One threatened to break another’s head with a stone. Don’t try, said Lord Alvanley, you will hurt the stone.
1100. One person threatened to smash another’s head with a stone. Don’t bother, said Lord Alvanley, you’ll just hurt the stone.
1101. A patient man being domineered over by his wife, who was always ill-treating him, desired her to tear his band, for he would gladly wear it without cuffs.
1101. A patient man, who was constantly bossed around by his wife and mistreated by her, asked her to tear his band, saying he would happily wear it without cuffs.
1102. One said to his friend that had been speaking, I love to hear a man talk nonsense. The other answered, I know you love to hear yourself talk as well as any man.
1102. One said to his friend who had been talking, I love listening to a guy ramble. The other replied, I know you enjoy hearing yourself speak just as much as anyone.
1103. One asked the reason why lawyers’ clerks wrote such wide lines. Another answered, it was done to keep the peace; for if the plaintiff should be in one line and the defendant in the next, the lines being too near together, they might fall together by the ears.
1103. One person asked why lawyers’ clerks wrote such wide lines. Another replied that it was to keep the peace; if the plaintiff was on one line and the defendant on the next, the lines being too close together could lead to a conflict.
1104. One hearing a usurer say he had been on the Peak of Teneriffe, asked him why he had not stayed there, for he was persuaded he would never get so near heaven again.
1104. One person heard a moneylender say he had been on the Peak of Teneriffe and asked him why he hadn’t stayed there, as he was sure he would never get that close to heaven again.
1105. One having drunk a cup of very flat beer, declared that the beer was more than foxed. Upon being asked his reason, he declared, it was dead drunk.
1105. After drinking a cup of really bland beer, someone said that the beer was beyond awful. When asked why, he replied that it was completely flat.
1106. One saw a man and his wife fighting; the people asked him, why he did not part them. He answered, That he was too well bred to part man and wife.
1106. One saw a man and his wife arguing; the people asked him why he didn't intervene. He replied that he was too well-mannered to separate a husband and wife.
1107. One seeing another wear a threadbare cloak, asked him, whether his cloak was not sleepy? Why do you ask? said his friend. Because, I am sure it has not had a nap this seven years.
1107. One person saw another wearing a worn-out cloak and asked him if his cloak wasn’t tired. “Why do you ask?” said his friend. “Because I’m sure it hasn’t gotten any rest in seven years.”
1108. A lawsuit being referred to a gentleman, the plaintiff, who had the equity of the cause on his side, presented him with a new carriage, the defendant with a couple of horses. The arbitrator liking the horses better than the coach, gave sentence on the defendant’s side. The plaintiff called on him, and asked how it came to pass the coach went out of the right way? He answered, He could not help it, the horses had drawn it so.
1108. In a lawsuit being handled by a gentleman, the plaintiff, who had the legal advantage, gave him a new carriage, while the defendant got a couple of horses. The arbitrator preferred the horses over the carriage and ruled in favor of the defendant. The plaintiff confronted him and asked how the carriage went off course. He replied that he couldn’t help it; the horses had pulled it that way.
1109. A saucy fellow named Jack, abusing a gentleman whose name was Fisher, the gentleman struck him, for which, being reproved and threatened with an action, he said, Is it not lawful for a Fisher to strike a Jack?
1109. A cheeky guy named Jack was bothering a gentleman named Fisher, so the gentleman hit him. When Jack was called out and warned about a lawsuit, he replied, "Isn’t it legal for a Fisher to hit a Jack?"
1110. A person had a picture of the Seven Senses stolen out of his house: whereupon he came to a justice and desired that the thieves might be bound to the peace: For what? For stealing my senses. I thought so, said the justice, you talk so idly.
1110. A person had a picture of the Seven Senses stolen from his house: so he went to a judge and asked that the thieves be held accountable. For what? For stealing my senses. I thought so, said the judge, you’re talking nonsense.
1111. A woman was commending a boy’s face: Give me a man’s, quoth another, a boy’s is not worth a hair.
1111. A woman was praising a boy’s face: "Give me a man’s," said another, "a boy’s isn’t worth a dime."
1112. A gentleman whose name was Stone, falling off his horse, in crossing a river, into deep water, out of which he got not without some danger: his companions laughed at his mischance, and being reproved, answered, That there was no man but would laugh to see a Stone swim.
1112. A guy named Stone fell off his horse while crossing a river and ended up in deep water, from which he managed to escape, though not without some risk. His friends laughed at his mishap, and when told it wasn't nice to do so, they replied that everyone would find it funny to see a Stone swim.
1113. One being about to write the superscription of a letter to his mistress, asked a scholar what terms were best to give her,—who told him, “the Venus, lass of his affections,” was good; he mistaking, wrote, To the Venice-glass of his affections.
1113. A man who was about to write the address for a letter to his girlfriend asked a scholar what terms would be best to use—who advised him that "the Venus, girl of his affections," was appropriate; he misunderstood and wrote, To the Venice-glass of his affections.
1114. A drunken fellow returning home towards evening, found his wife hard at her spinning; she, reproving him for his ill husbandry, and commending herself for her good housewifery, he told her that she had no great cause to chide, for as she had been spinning at home, he had been reeling abroad.
1114. A drunken guy coming home in the evening found his wife working hard at her spinning. She scolded him for being a bad husband and praised herself for being a good homemaker. He told her she had no real reason to complain because while she had been spinning at home, he had been having fun out and about.
1115. One that was skilled in writing short-hand promised a lawyer’s clerk to teach him his skill, who thanked him, and said they could not live by making short-hand of anything.
1115. A person who was good at shorthand promised a lawyer's clerk to teach him that skill. The clerk thanked him and said that they couldn't make a living just by doing shorthand for anything.
1116. A company of gentlemen in a tavern, amongst the rest, one whose name was Bramble, quarrelled and fell to blows; one of these got his face cut by the said Bramble; upon going home, and being asked the cause of his face bleeding so, No great harm, replied he, only a Bramble by chance scratched me.
1116. A group of gentlemen in a tavern got into an argument, and one of them, named Bramble, ended up fighting. One of them got his face cut by Bramble. When he got home and was asked why his face was bleeding, he replied, "It's not a big deal, I just got scratched by a Bramble."
1117. A rude overbearing young man was placed by his friends with a proctor, who observing the misbehaviour of the youth, told his parents he feared their son would never make a civil lawyer.
1117. A rude, overbearing young man was put with a proctor by his friends, who, noticing the boy's misbehavior, told his parents that he feared their son would never become a decent lawyer.
1118. One having a play-book called The Wits, which he valued much, by chance lost it; but while he was chafing and swearing about the loss of his book, in came one of his friends, who asking the cause of his disquiet, was answered, That he had lost his wits.
1118. Someone who owned a playbook called The Wits, which he really valued, happened to lose it. While he was getting frustrated and cursing about the loss of his book, one of his friends walked in and, upon asking what was bothering him, was told that he had lost his wits.
1119. One wondered why there were so many pickpockets about the streets, notwithstanding a watch was at every corner. It was answered, that was all one, a pickpocket would as gladly meet a watch as anything else.
1119. One wondered why there were so many pickpockets on the streets, even though there was a watchman at every corner. It was answered that it didn't matter; a pickpocket would just as happily encounter a watchman as anyone else.
1120. During the siege of a castle, when the besieged were hard pressed, a lady, one of the defenders, was remarking, that the colours that hung upon one of the towers, were one of her bed-curtains. To which a person replied, Madam, I wish you would set up the little boy, (who stands up over the curtain,) on the top of that tower, that we might see whether he would drive away all those men with his bow and arrows. To which the lady replied, Cupid never raises a siege.
1120. During the siege of a castle, when the defenders were under pressure, a lady among them remarked that the colors hanging from one of the towers matched one of her bed curtains. Someone responded, "Ma'am, I wish you'd put the little boy (who's standing over the curtain) on top of that tower so we could see if he could drive away all those men with his bow and arrows." The lady replied, "Cupid never lifts a siege."
1121. A great eater was once boasting that he was a great wit, saying, The world knew him to be “all wit:” one standing by, that knew him very well, said, Is it possible that you are taken for a wit! if so, your anagram is wit-all.
1121. A big eater was once bragging about being a great wit, claiming that everyone knew him to be "all wit." Someone nearby, who knew him well, said, "Is it really true that people think you’re witty? If so, your anagram is 'wit-all.'"
1122. Two being in a tavern together, one swore the other should pledge him, Why then, quoth the other, I will;—and presently went down stairs and left him for the reckoning.
1122. Two people were in a tavern together, and one insisted that the other should make a toast. "Well then," said the other, "I will;"—and he immediately went downstairs and left him to cover the bill.
1123. A drunken fellow passing by a shop asked a ’prentice boy, What their sign was? He answered, it was a sign he was drunk.
1123. A drunk guy walking by a shop asked a apprentice boy what their sign was. He replied that it was a sign that he was drunk.
1124. It was said by one, a barber had need be honest and trusty, because, whoever employed him, though it was but for a hair matter, put his life into his hands.
1124. It was said by someone that a barber needs to be honest and reliable because whoever hires him, even for something as minor as a haircut, is putting their life in his hands.
1125. It has been said, that a tooth-drawer was an unconscionable trade, because his business was nothing else but to take away those things whereby every man gets his living.
1125. It has been said that a tooth-puller is a dishonest profession because his job is just to take away the things that everyone relies on to make a living.
1126. Of all knaves, there is the greatest hope for a cobbler, for be he ever so idle, yet when he does anything, he is always mending.
1126. Of all the dishonest people, there is the greatest hope for a cobbler. Even if he is really lazy, whenever he does something, he is always fixing things.
1127. It being demanded of a wild young man, why he wished to sell his lands? He answered, because he hoped to go to heaven, which he could not possibly do till he forsook the earth.
1127. When a wild young man was asked why he wanted to sell his land, he replied that he hoped to go to heaven, which he couldn't do until he left the earth behind.
1128. A merry fellow said, The ale-house was the only place to thrive in, for he had known many a score made there.
1128. A cheerful guy said that the pub was the only place to succeed because he had seen many great times happen there.
1129. A rich stationer wished himself a scholar, to whom one answered, That he was one already, being doctus in libris. Nay, said the stationer, I am but dives in libris—(meaning rich in pounds.)
1129. A wealthy stationer wished he were a scholar, to which someone replied that he already was, being doctus in libris. "No," said the stationer, "I'm just dives in libris"—(meaning rich in pounds.)
1130. Before Derrick was master of the ceremonies at Bath, he went to Cambridge on a visit; his friends made him so welcome, that, owing to hard drinking, he could never rise till dinner-time; being one day asked how he liked the place? he replied, Very well, but that there was no forenoon at it.
1130. Before Derrick became the master of ceremonies at Bath, he visited Cambridge. His friends welcomed him so warmly that, due to heavy drinking, he could never get up until lunchtime. One day, when he was asked how he liked the place, he replied, "Very well, but there’s no morning here."
1131. A lady having a dispute with Mr. Derrick, told him by way of joke, that if he did not give up the argument, she would put him in her patch-box. Madam, said he, you are at full liberty to do so; and should you condescend to use me as a patch, I beg you will stick me upon your lips.
1131. A lady who was arguing with Mr. Derrick jokingly said that if he didn't drop the argument, she would put him in her patch-box. "Madam," he replied, "you are totally free to do that; and if you do decide to use me as a patch, I kindly ask you to place me on your lips."
1132. Mr. Derrick being one morning at a coffee-house at Bath, was much disturbed by a very noisy man who sat at a small distance from him, upon which he inquired who the spark was; they told him he was one of those gentry who are called Rooks. A Rook, sir, replied Derrick, zounds, ’tis impossible—by his chattering, I am sure he is a magpie.
1132. One morning, Mr. Derrick was at a coffeehouse in Bath and was quite annoyed by a very loud man sitting nearby. Curious, he asked who the guy was, and they told him he was one of those people called Rooks. "A Rook, really?" Derrick replied. "No way—by his incessant chatter, I can tell he’s a magpie."
1133. A gentleman who had had several wives, paid his addresses to a widow lady at Bath; and it being remarked that he was a great duellist, Derrick replied, the match would be more apropos, for the lady has killed her man.
1133. A man who had been married several times was pursuing a widow in Bath; and when it was noted that he was a notorious duelist, Derrick responded that the match would be more fitting since the lady had already taken out her husband.
1134. Two gentlemen going very hungry into the White Lion at Bath, ordered a couple of chickens to be roasted for supper, which were brought upon table just as Mr. Derrick came in to speak to one of them upon business. They went out together, and while they were absent, the remaining person fairly ate up all the supper. When they returned, the other gentleman was astonished, and asked Mr. Derrick what he thought of his companion? Why, I think, said Derrick, that he is a very fowl feeder.
1134. Two guys, really hungry, walked into the White Lion in Bath and ordered a couple of chickens to be roasted for dinner. The chickens were brought to the table just as Mr. Derrick came in to talk business with one of them. They left together, and while they were gone, the other person completely devoured all the dinner. When they came back, the first guy was shocked and asked Mr. Derrick what he thought of his companion. "Well," Derrick replied, "I think he’s a really greedy eater."
1135. A man being brought before a magistrate, when Mr. Derrick was present, for defamation, in calling his neighbour a scavenger. Pray, sir, (said Derrick to the justice,) attend seriously to this charge, for to me it appears that there is some very dirty work going forward.
1135. A man was brought before a magistrate while Mr. Derrick was present, facing charges of defamation for calling his neighbor a scavenger. "Please, sir," said Derrick to the justice, "take this charge seriously, because it seems to me like there's some very shady business happening here."
1136. A gentleman having written an epitaph on a deceased friend, showed it to Mr. Derrick for his opinion: Sir, said he, I never read anything better suited to the mournful occasion—they are the saddest verses that ever were penned.
1136. A man wrote an epitaph for a deceased friend and showed it to Mr. Derrick for his opinion. "Sir," he said, "I’ve never read anything better suited for such a sad occasion—these are the most sorrowful verses ever written."
1137. A lady of fashion and beauty inveighing against smugglers, Mr. Derrick interrupted her: Hold, madam, be not too severe; I believe it will be found that the blackness of your crimes far exceeds theirs: the people you are railing against, smuggle only a few common goods, for which, they run the risk of losing their lives; but you, without any danger to yourself, absolutely have smuggled the affections of every person in Bath.
1137. A fashionable and beautiful lady was criticizing smugglers when Mr. Derrick interrupted her: "Wait, madam, don’t be too harsh; I think you’ll find that the seriousness of your wrongdoings far surpasses theirs. The people you’re complaining about smuggle just a few everyday items, risking their lives; but you, without any danger to yourself, have completely smuggled away the affections of everyone in Bath."
1138. Mr. Derrick being in a company, among whom there was a gentleman remarkable for a rude kind of satirical wit, and who, having levelled his jeers at almost all present, chiefly by mimicking their voices, gestures, or taking them off, as it is commonly called, Mr. Derrick, expecting it would presently come to his turn, got up, and was going away. When being asked the reason of his leaving the company so soon, he replied, In order to save the gentleman the trouble of taking me off, I think it best to take myself off.
1138. Mr. Derrick was in a group where there was a guy known for his rude satirical humor. He had already made fun of almost everyone else present, mainly by copying their voices and gestures, which is what people usually call "taking someone off." Anticipating that he would be next, Mr. Derrick decided to leave. When someone asked why he was leaving the group so quickly, he responded, “To save the guy the trouble of making fun of me, I think it’s better if I just leave.”
1139. At a private masquerade, Derrick appeared in the character of a cook, and being met by Lord ——, was desired to dress a couple of pork chops. Sir, replied Derrick, as you are the only hog in company, I must then beg leave to cut them from your carcase.
1139. At a private masquerade, Derrick showed up dressed as a cook, and when he ran into Lord —, he was asked to prepare a couple of pork chops. "Sir," Derrick replied, "since you’re the only pig here, I’ll have to request permission to carve them from your body."
1140. Mr. Derrick going through the Strand one evening, detected a boy picking his pocket, and seizing him, had determined to have him committed, when the boy begged heartily for mercy, For indeed, sir, said he, it is my first offence; here’s your own handkerchief again, and take any of these five you like best.
1140. Mr. Derrick was walking through the Strand one evening when he caught a boy trying to pick his pocket. Seizing him, he decided to have him arrested, but the boy earnestly pleaded for mercy. "Please, sir," he said, "it's my first offense; here’s your handkerchief back, and you can take any of these five you like best."
1141. A lady of distinction meeting Derrick in the long room, told him his old friend Lady —— was just delivered. Of a boy or girl? said Derrick. Neither, replied the lady—of a husband, you donkey, and he is to be buried to-morrow.
1141. A distinguished lady who ran into Derrick in the long room told him that his old friend Lady —— had just given birth. "To a boy or a girl?" Derrick asked. "Neither," replied the lady, "she's given birth to a husband, you idiot, and he’s being buried tomorrow."
1142. Mr. Derrick being on a visit at a gentleman’s house at Bath, a young lady to entertain the company, obliged them with a tune on the harpsichord: while she was playing, a female friend of Mr. Derrick’s asked him, Who was the Goddess of Music? Venus, said he. Pooh, replied she, you banter. No, upon honour, returned Derrick; if you doubt, appeal to her—for there she sits.
1142. Mr. Derrick was visiting a gentleman’s house in Bath when a young lady entertained the guests by playing a tune on the harpsichord. While she was playing, a female friend of Mr. Derrick’s asked him, Who is the Goddess of Music? Venus, he replied. Oh please, you’re joking, she said. No, I swear, Derrick responded; if you don’t believe me, just ask her—there she is sitting right there.
1143. One of those troublesome gentry called meal hunters, one day invited himself to dine with Derrick; the dinner consisted of some fish and a fine piece of roast beef; the gentleman helped himself about half-a-dozen times, and approved highly of Mr. Derrick’s taste, in preferring the roast beef of old England to those flimsy kickshaws so much in fashion, adding, Here’s cut and come again. Sir, said Derrick, you may cut, but you never come again.
1143. One of those bothersome upper-class types known as meal hunters invited himself over for dinner with Derrick one day. The meal included some fish and a nice piece of roast beef. The guy served himself about half a dozen times and really praised Mr. Derrick’s taste for choosing the roast beef of old England over those fancy dishes that are so popular these days, adding, “Here’s cut and come again.” “Sir,” Derrick replied, “you may cut, but you’ll never come again.”
1144. A talkative gentleman boasting that he had been instructed in the art of speaking by the celebrated Quin. Sir, said Derrick, this company would have thought themselves more highly obliged to that gentleman, had he taught you the art of holding your tongue.
1144. A talkative guy bragging that he had learned the art of speaking from the famous Quin. Sir, Derrick replied, this group would have appreciated that gentleman even more if he had taught you how to keep quiet.
1145. A gentleman bragging that he was promised the lease of the next house that fell in, Sir, said Derrick, had it been my case, I should rather have desired the lease of the next house that stood.
1145. A guy showing off that he was promised the lease of the next house that became available, Sir, said Derrick, if it were me, I would have preferred the lease of the next house that was still standing.
1146. Derrick one day condoling with an Irish gentleman whose father had lately died. Well, well, said Paddy, it does not signify grieving, for it is what we must all come to, if we do but live long enough.
1146. Derrick one day comforted an Irish gentleman whose father had recently passed away. "Well, well," said Paddy, "it doesn't do any good to grieve, because it's something we all have to face if we live long enough."
1147. It being disputed, while Lady ——, who had a remarkable red face, was present in the long room, when there would be an eclipse of the sun. It will be, said Derrick, let me see—ay, it will be, whenever Lady —— shall hide her beauties under a veil.
1147. There was a disagreement while Lady ——, who had a strikingly red face, was in the long room during a solar eclipse. "It will happen," said Derrick, "let me think—yes, it will happen whenever Lady —— covers her beauty with a veil."
1148. There was some years ago, a society in the metropolis, called the Court of Humour, the members of which met once a week for the purpose of trying causes. To this meeting, Derrick was invited; and when the lord judge, in summing up the evidence in one of the trials, pronounced, with great gravity, “I must here desire to pause”—My lord, with submission, give me leave to fill up your paws; and immediately presented his lordship with a large tumbler of negus.
1148. A few years ago, there was a society in the city called the Court of Humour, where members gathered once a week to settle disputes. Derrick received an invitation to this meeting; and when the lord judge, while summarizing the evidence in one of the cases, said with great seriousness, “I must here desire to pause”—My lord, if I may, let me help you out—and immediately offered him a large glass of negus.
1149. Derrick once went to see the tragedy of Richard the Third performed by a country company; the person who played Richard was as wretched a performer as ever disgraced the buskin; and when he came to the scene where he says to Buckingham, “Bring the mayor and aldermen to see me here.” If they see you once, said Derrick, they will never come again.
1149. Derrick once went to see a performance of the tragedy of Richard the Third by a local theater group; the actor who played Richard was one of the worst performers to ever take the stage. When he reached the part where he says to Buckingham, “Bring the mayor and aldermen to see me here,” Derrick remarked, “If they see you once, they’ll never come back.”
1150. The late Dr. Stukely says, that one day, by appointment, visiting Sir Isaac Newton, the servant told him he was in his study. No one was permitted to disturb him there, but as it was near dinner-time, the visitor sat down to wait for him. After a time, dinner was brought in—a boiled chicken under a cover. An hour passed, and Sir Isaac did not appear. The doctor ate the fowl, and covering up the empty dish, bid them dress their master another. Before that was ready, the great[234] man came down; apologized for his delay, and added, Give me but leave to take my short dinner, and I shall be at your service; I am fatigued and faint. Saying this, he lifted up the cover, and without any emotion, turned about to Stukely with a smile: See, said he, what we studious people are: I forgot I had dined.
1150. The late Dr. Stukely recounts that one day, when he arranged to visit Sir Isaac Newton, the servant informed him that Newton was in his study. No one was allowed to interrupt him there, but since it was close to dinner time, the visitor decided to wait. After a while, dinner was brought in—a boiled chicken under a cover. An hour passed, and Sir Isaac still didn’t show up. The doctor ended up eating the chicken and, after finishing, asked them to prepare another one for his master. Before that was ready, the great man came down, apologized for his delay, and said, “Just give me a moment to have my quick dinner, and I’ll be at your service; I’m tired and feeling weak.” With that, he lifted the cover and, without any sign of emotion, turned to Stukely with a smile: “See, this is what us studious people are like: I completely forgot I had already eaten.”
1151. Leveridge, the actor, in giving out the play, made a small mistake, and instead of saying on Monday next will be performed, he addressed the audience with—Ladies and gentlemen, to-morrow will be performed—To-morrow? said a buck from the pit, why to-morrow is Sunday! I know it, my good friend, replied Leveridge;—to-morrow there will be a charity sermon preached at St. Paul’s, Covent Garden, and, on Monday, at this theatre, will be presented the Recruiting Officer, with a farce called Wit at a Pinch. This turned the laugh of the audience, and he went off with an unusual plaudit.
1151. Leveridge, the actor, while announcing the play, made a small mistake. Instead of saying "next Monday will be performed," he addressed the audience with, "Ladies and gentlemen, tomorrow will be performed." "Tomorrow?" shouted a guy from the pit. "But tomorrow is Sunday!" "I know, my good friend," replied Leveridge. "Tomorrow, there will be a charity sermon at St. Paul’s, Covent Garden, and on Monday, at this theater, we will present The Recruiting Officer, along with a farce called Wit at a Pinch." This got the audience laughing, and he left to unusual applause.
1152. Derrick one day sent his footboy with a message to a gentleman whose name was Mr. Hodges Podger. The boy went to the street, as directed, but not being able, at once, to find the house, he knocked at another person’s door, and mistaking the name, asked if Mr. Hodge-podge was at home. Hodge-podge! said the servant maid, why, you little puppy, does this house look like a cookshop?
1152. One day, Derrick sent his footboy with a message to a man named Mr. Hodges Podger. The boy went to the street as instructed, but when he couldn’t find the house right away, he knocked on another person’s door and, getting the name wrong, asked if Mr. Hodge-podge was home. Hodge-podge! said the maid, why, you little rascal, does this house look like a cookshop?
1153. Some ladies in the long room at Bath observing that Mr. Derrick was exceedingly gay, a smart fellow thought to exercise his wit, by asking him who was his tailor? Oh, sir, replied Derrick, he won’t do for you, he deals only for ready money.
1153. Some ladies in the long room at Bath noticed that Mr. Derrick was in a great mood, and a clever guy decided to showcase his wit by asking him who his tailor was. Oh, sir, Derrick replied, he wouldn’t be right for you; he only takes cash.
1154. A conceited fellow presented King James with a manuscript, who, finding it exceeding bad, returned it, and bade him put it into rhyme. The fellow set to work, despatched it, and presented it anew to his Majesty, who, laughing, said, It was better now he had put into rhyme, “for, by my soul, man, afore ’twas neither rhyme nor reason.”
1154. A full of himself guy showed King James a manuscript, but the king found it really bad and sent it back, telling him to put it into rhyme. The guy got to work, finished it, and presented it again to the king, who laughed and said it was better now that it was in rhyme, “for, by my soul, man, before it was neither rhyme nor reason.”
1155. What herb is it that cures all diseases? Thyme [time] to be sure.
1155. What herb is it that cures all diseases? Thyme [time] for sure.
1156. An upholder was chiding his apprentice because he was not notable enough at his work, and had not his nails and hammer in readiness when he should use them, telling him, when he was an apprentice he was taught to have his nails at his fingers’ ends.
1156. A tradesman was scolding his apprentice for not being efficient enough at his work and for not having his nails and hammer ready when he needed them. He told him that when he was an apprentice, he was taught to have his nails at his fingertips.
1157. One hearing a great noise, sent his servant to know what was the matter, who brought him back word, One had taken a cup too much—meaning that he had stolen a silver tankard.
1157. Someone heard a loud noise and sent their servant to find out what was happening. The servant returned with the news that someone had had one drink too many—implying that he had stolen a silver tankard.
1158. A fortune-hunter at Bath, telling Mr. Derrick that he had got an excellent phaeton on the new plan, Derrick answered, I am rather of opinion you got it on the old plan, for I suppose you never mean to pay for it.
1158. A fortune-seeker in Bath told Mr. Derrick that he had gotten an amazing phaeton with a new design. Derrick replied, “I actually think you got it the old way, because I assume you never plan to pay for it.”
1159. An impudent fellow met an unfortunate person who was blessed with a very red nose, and who also squinted; making a stop and looking at him hard, the gentleman asked the reason of his gazing at him, Truly (was the rude answer) if your eyes were matches, your nose would undoubtedly set them on fire.
1159. A rude guy ran into someone unfortunate who had a very red nose and also squinted. Pausing to stare at him intensely, the gentleman asked why he was looking at him. The impolite reply was, "Honestly, if your eyes were matches, your nose would definitely catch fire."
1160. An attorney riding into the country, was asked what news he brought, and answered, Nothing, but that Marriot (a great eater) was reported to have lost his appetite; to which another answered, Pray God a poor man meets not with it, for if he does it will utterly undo him.
1160. An attorney riding into the countryside was asked what news he had, and he replied, "Nothing, except that Marriot (a big eater) is said to have lost his appetite;" to which another person responded, "I hope a poor man doesn’t experience that, because if he does, it will completely ruin him."
1161. One Brown, of Oxford, ringing in one of the belfrys of the said city, the clapper of the bell he was ringing fell upon his head, and almost killed him; an arch young student seeing his mischance, and conceiving the wound incurable, wrote over against the place where the accident happened, these verses:
1161. A guy named Brown from Oxford was ringing a bell in one of the towers of the city when the bell's clapper fell on his head and nearly killed him. A clever young student, witnessing this misfortune and thinking the injury was fatal, wrote these lines on the wall near where the accident took place:
But Brown recovering, and seeing these verses, wrote underneath—
But Brown, recovering and seeing these verses, wrote underneath—
1162. A gentleman bought some articles upon trust at a shop, promising the master that he would owe him so much money for them; the tradesman was therewith contented, but finding that the gentleman delayed the payment, he demanded his money. The gentleman told him he had not promised to pay him; he had, indeed, promised to owe him so much money, and he would in no way break from his word, which, if he paid him, he must do.
1162. A man bought some items on credit at a shop, promising the owner that he would owe him a certain amount. The shopkeeper was fine with that, but when the man delayed payment, he asked for his money. The man replied that he hadn't promised to pay; he had, in fact, promised to owe the money, and he wouldn't go back on his word, which, if he paid, he would have to do.
1163. One asked why B stood before C? Because, said another, a man must B, before he can C.
1163. One person asked why B was standing in front of C. Because, said another, a person must B before they can C.
1164. How long is the longest letter in the English alphabet, said D’Orsay to Alvanley the other day? An L long to be sure, was the answer.
1164. How long is the longest letter in the English alphabet, D’Orsay asked Alvanley the other day? An L long, for sure, was the reply.
1165. One said, physicians had the best of it, because they lived by other men’s pains—meaning the griefs and diseases of their patients.
1165. One person said that doctors had the upper hand because they profited from other people's suffering—referring to the hardships and illnesses of their patients.
1166. One was saying, he wondered why the people in Ethiopia did not write straight along as the northern people do; he was answered, it was no wonder, for they write under the line, and that is the reason.
1166. One person was saying that he wondered why the people in Ethiopia didn't write straight across like the people in the north do; he was told that it made sense because they write below the line, and that's the reason.
1167. The Lord Cecil (who was rather crooked) having gone to much expense in building a superb house, an ingenious architect viewing it room after room, said, there was one great fault committed, which could not be amended. He was desired to explain himself. Why, there is not one room in this house in which his lordship can stand upright.
1167. Lord Cecil (who was a bit crooked) spent a lot of money building an amazing house. An inventive architect, after looking at it room by room, pointed out a major flaw that couldn’t be fixed. When asked to elaborate, he explained that there isn’t a single room in this house where Lord Cecil can stand up straight.
1168. A gentleman being entreated to stand godfather to one of his tenant’s children, granted the request, having no children of his own. The child, growing up, he was sent to visit his godfather, in the hopes he would do something for him. Upon his arrival his godfather asked him how his father and mother did? Very well in health, replied the child, but my father has so many children, he can hardly provide bread for us. Child, was the answer, God never sends mouths but he sends meat. It may be so, godfather, answered the child, but I think[237] God has sent the mouths to our house, and the meat to you. This witty answer so pleased the old gentleman, that he took the child and brought him up as his own.
1168. A gentleman was asked to be the godfather of one of his tenant’s children, and he agreed since he had no children of his own. As the child grew up, he was sent to visit his godfather in hopes that he would help him out. When he arrived, his godfather asked him how his parents were doing. "They’re very well," the child replied, "but my father has so many children that he can hardly provide enough bread for all of us." The godfather responded, "Child, God never sends mouths without also sending food." "That may be true, godfather," the child replied, "but I think God has sent the mouths to our house and the food to you." This clever response so delighted the old gentleman that he took the child in and raised him as his own.
1169. Glovers get their living by cutting purses, and yet are never punished for it.
1169. Thieves make a living by picking pockets, and yet they are never punished for it.
1170. King James removing once from Whitehall to Greenwich house, to take his pleasure, the constables were commanded to guard several passages, to hinder the concourse of people flocking thither: amongst many gentlemen stopped was one rather meanly dressed, who was asked to what lord he belonged? To the Lord Jehovah, he readily answered. The wise constable not catching the meaning, asked his companions if they knew any such lord. To which they replied, There is none such belonging to the court. The constable, unwilling to give offence, replied, Well, I believe it is some Scotch lord or other, so let him pass.
1170. When King James moved from Whitehall to Greenwich house for some leisure time, the constables were instructed to guard various entrances to prevent a large crowd from gathering. Among the many gentlemen stopped was one who was dressed rather simply. When asked which lord he belonged to, he responded, "To the Lord Jehovah." The confused constable, not understanding the answer, asked his colleagues if they knew of any such lord. They replied, "There is no such lord at the court." The constable, not wanting to offend anyone, said, "Well, I suppose he must be some Scottish lord or something, so let him through."
1171. A person holding an argument with a grocer concerning matters of trade, the grocer’s wife bid him give over arguing, for she was sure her husband could show a thousand reasons [raisins] to his one.
1171. A person arguing with a grocer about business issues, the grocer’s wife told him to stop arguing, because she was confident her husband could come up with a thousand reasons [raisins] for every one he made.
1172. One said painters were cunning fellows, for they had a colour for everything they did.
1172. Someone said painters were clever people because they had a color for everything they created.
1173. Mr. Derrick being asked his opinion of a young rake at Bath, who went under the denomination of a knowing one, said, he did not pretend to any great skill in physiognomy, but he believed he could venture to pronounce that the young gentleman would one day be fixed in a very exalted station.
1173. Mr. Derrick, when asked for his opinion on a young playboy in Bath known as a savvy guy, said he didn't claim to have any special talent in reading faces, but he believed he could confidently say that the young man would eventually hold a very high position.
1174. At a general hunting in Cornwall, which is still observed twice a year, when also there is great wrestling and cudgel playing, a clergyman happened to be among the multitude, and for reproving a fellow for swearing, got his head cut by a stone flung at him by the man, which some that stood by seeing, said, Come, sir, we’ll go along with you to a justice. No, said the minister, truly I think there is much more need to go with me to a surgeon.
1174. At a general hunt in Cornwall, which still happens twice a year and includes a lot of wrestling and cudgel playing, a clergyman was part of the crowd. When he scolded someone for swearing, the man threw a stone at him, and the clergyman ended up getting his head injured. Some people nearby suggested, "Come on, we'll take you to a judge." The minister replied, "No, I actually think I need to go to a doctor much more."
1175. A gentleman of good estate, who, it seems, hated tobacco, and hearing that his eldest son did take it, though not in his presence, he told him, if he knew that he took tobacco he would disinherit him. Truly, father, said he, they that told you so were mistaken; for before I will take any tobacco I’ll see it all on fire. Sayest thou so, my boy! cried the old gentleman, I’ll give thee five hundred a year the more for that.
1175. A well-off gentleman, who apparently disliked tobacco, learned that his eldest son used it, although not around him. He told his son that if he found out he was smoking, he would cut him out of the will. "Honestly, Dad," the son replied, "whoever told you that got it wrong; I’d rather see it all burn before I ever smoke." "Is that so, my boy!" exclaimed the old gentleman, "I'll give you an extra five hundred a year for that."
1176. A crafty fellow being extremely in debt, and being threatened by his creditors that they would have him if he was above ground, got himself into a cellar, and there lay with the tapster, and being reproved for so doing, he said there was no fear of his being caught there, because he was under ground, and they dared not break their oaths, as they swore they would have him if above ground.
1176. A clever guy who was deep in debt and was being threatened by his creditors that they would come after him if he was above ground went into a cellar and stayed there with the bartender. When he was scolded for it, he said there was no chance of getting caught down there because he was underground, and they wouldn’t dare break their oaths since they had promised they would get him if he was above ground.
1177. The French ambassador being at dinner with King James, the king, in mirth, drank a health to him, saying, “The King of France drinks a health to the French King.” Upon which, the French ambassador suddenly replied, The king, my master, is a good lieutenant, for he holds France well for you. No, said the king, he holds it from me. Truly, sir, replied the ambassador, it is no further from you than it was.
1177. The French ambassador was having dinner with King James, and the king, in a cheerful mood, raised a toast to him, saying, “The King of France drinks a toast to the French King.” At that, the French ambassador quickly responded, “The king, my master, is a good lieutenant, as he keeps France in good shape for you.” “No,” said the king, “he holds it on my behalf.” “Honestly, sir,” replied the ambassador, “it’s no farther from you than it was.”
1178. A humorous country knight gave his man that waited on him this charge: that he should never say anything to him but what he asked him; a little after he invited two gentlemen to his child’s christening; his man accordingly went to them and acquainted them with it; they bid him thank his master, but to let him know they were pre-engaged, and could not come that day; the knight waited an hour later than ordinary for their coming, but seeing they came not, he asked his man if he had spoken to them? Yes, replied he, but they said they could not come. You rogue, why did you not tell me so before? Why, truly, sir, said he, you did not ask me.
1178. A funny country knight gave his servant this instruction: that he should only say what the knight asked him. Later, he invited two gentlemen to his child's christening; his servant went to them and informed them about it. They told him to thank his master but to let him know they were already busy and couldn’t attend that day. The knight waited an hour longer than usual for them to arrive, but when he saw they hadn’t shown up, he asked his servant if he had talked to them. “Yes,” the servant replied, “but they said they couldn’t come.” “You fool! Why didn’t you tell me that earlier?” the knight exclaimed. “Well, actually, sir,” the servant said, “you didn’t ask me.”
1179. One speaking of the burning of the streets of London, at the great fire, said Cannon Street roared,[239] Wood Street was burnt to ashes, Bread Street was burnt to a coal, Ironmonger Lane became red hot, Snow Hill was melted down, Shoe Lane was burnt to boot, Creed Lane would not believe it till it came, and Pudding Lane and Pye Corner were over-baked.
1179. Someone describing the fire that swept through London said Cannon Street was roaring,[239] Wood Street was reduced to ashes, Bread Street was completely burnt, Ironmonger Lane was blazing hot, Snow Hill was melted away, Shoe Lane was turned to cinders, Creed Lane didn’t believe it until it happened, and Pudding Lane and Pye Corner were totally overcooked.
1180. A cobbler, sitting in his stall, offended a gentleman who was passing by: Sirrah, said the gentleman, you are a rascal, and if you come out I will give you a kick. Thank you, said the cobbler, if you would give me two I would not come out.
1180. A cobbler, sitting in his stall, offended a gentleman who was passing by: "Hey, you," said the gentleman, "you're a jerk, and if you come out here, I'm going to kick you." "Thanks," said the cobbler, "but if you really want to kick me, make it two, and I still won't come out."
1181. A schoolmaster was always dictating to his scholars that H was no letter; soon after, he called out to one of the boys, and bid him heat the caudle; and when he asked for it, the scholar told him he had done with the caudle as he bid him. What’s that? said the master, Why, sir, replied the boy, I did eat it. Sirrah, said he, I bid you heat it, with an h. Yes, sir, I did eat it with bread, as there is no h.
1181. A schoolmaster was always telling his students that H wasn’t a letter; soon after, he called out to one of the boys and told him to heat the caudle. When he asked for it, the student replied that he had done with the caudle as he was instructed. “What’s that?” said the master. “Well, sir,” replied the boy, “I did eat it.” “You rascal,” he said, “I told you to heat it, with an h.” “Yes, sir, I did eat it with bread, since there is no h.”
1182. Pride and Hewson, two Oliverian colonels, the first a drayman and the other a cobbler, being met together, began joking one with the other. Pride told Hewson, he saw a piece of cobbler’s wax sticking upon his scarlet cloak. Poh, said Hewson, a handful of brewer’s grains will scour it off presently.
1182. Pride and Hewson, two colonels from Oliver, one a drayman and the other a cobbler, met up and started joking around. Pride pointed out to Hewson that there was a piece of cobbler’s wax stuck to his red cloak. "Oh, come on," said Hewson, "a handful of brewer’s grains will clean it off in no time."
1183. Some gentlemen were sitting in a coffee-house together, one was asking what news there was? The other told him, There were forty thousand men rose that day,—which made them all stare, and ask him to what end they rose, and what they intended? Why faith, said he, only to go to bed at night again.
1183. Some men were sitting together in a coffee shop. One asked what the news was. The other told him that forty thousand men had risen that day, which made them all stare and ask what the reason was and what they intended to do. “Well,” he said, “just to go to bed at night again.”
1184. In the time of the Rump, two Rump parliament men being in a boat, said one of them, You watermen are hypocrites; for you row one way and look another. O sir, said one of the watermen, we have not plyed so long at Westminster, but we have learned something of our masters, that is, to pretend one thing and act another.
1184. During the Rump period, two members of the Rump parliament were in a boat. One of them said, "You watermen are hypocrites; you row one way but look another." The waterman replied, "Oh sir, we haven't been around Westminster for so long without learning something from our masters, which is to pretend one thing and act another."
1185. A person hiring a lodging, said to the landlady,[240] I assure you, madam, I am so much liked, that I never left a lodging but my landlady shed tears. Perhaps, said she, you always go away without paying.
1185. A person renting a room said to the landlady,[240] I promise you, ma'am, I'm so well-liked that I’ve never left a place without my landlady crying. Maybe, she replied, you always leave without paying.
1186. An alehouse girl took it into her head to be catechised at church. The parson asked her what was her name? La, sir, said she, how can you pretend not to know my name, when you come to our house so often, and cry, ten times in an evening, Nan, you slut, bring us another pot!
1186. A barmaid decided she wanted to be catechized at church. The pastor asked her what her name was. "Oh, sir," she replied, "how can you act like you don't know my name when you come to our place so often and shout, ten times in one evening, 'Nan, you slut, bring us another drink!'?"
1187. Smiths, of all the handicraft men, are the most irregular; for they never think themselves better employed, than when they are at their vices.
1187. Smiths, out of all the craftsmen, are the most inconsistent; they never believe they're better off than when they're indulging in their vices.
1188. A child of one of the crew of his majesty’s ship Peacock, during the action with the United States vessel, Hornet, amused himself with chasing a goat between decks. Not in the least terrified by the destruction and death all around him, he persisted, till a cannon-ball came and took off both the hind legs of the goat, when seeing her disabled, he jumped astride, crying, Now I’ve caught you.
1188. A kid of one of the crew members on His Majesty's ship Peacock, while the battle was happening with the United States vessel Hornet, entertained himself by chasing a goat between the decks. Completely unfazed by the destruction and death surrounding him, he kept at it until a cannonball came and knocked off both of the goat's hind legs. Seeing her injured, he jumped on her back, shouting, "Now I’ve caught you."
1189. Charles the Second asked Bishop Stillingfleet how it happened that he preached in general without book, but always read the sermons which he delivered before the court. The bishop answered, that the awe of seeing before him so great and wise a prince, made him afraid to trust himself. But will your majesty, continued he, permit me to ask you a question in my turn? Why do you read your speeches in parliament? Why, doctor, replied the king, I’ll tell you very candidly. I have asked them so often for money, that I am ashamed to look them in the face!
1189. Charles the Second asked Bishop Stillingfleet how it was that he preached in general without notes, but always read the sermons he delivered before the court. The bishop replied that the presence of such a great and wise prince made him nervous about relying on himself. But, if it’s alright, may I ask you a question in return? Why do you read your speeches in parliament? Well, doctor, the king replied, I’ll be honest with you. I’ve asked them for money so many times that I’m embarrassed to look them in the eye!
1190. The late Duchess of York having desired her housekeeper to seek out for a new laundress, a decent looking woman was recommended for the situation. But, said the housekeeper, I am afraid she will not suit your royal highness; as she is a soldier’s wife, and these people are generally loose characters. What is it you say? said the duke, who had just entered the room—a[241] soldier’s wife! Pray, madam, what is your mistress? I desire, that the woman may be immediately engaged.
1190. The late Duchess of York asked her housekeeper to find a new laundress, and a decent-looking woman was recommended for the job. But, the housekeeper said, I’m afraid she won't be suitable for your royal highness because she is a soldier’s wife, and these people usually have questionable reputations. What did you say? said the duke, who had just entered the room—a soldier’s wife! Please, madam, what is your mistress? I insist that the woman be hired immediately.
1191. A man that had been terribly troubled with lawsuits, went one day to Tyburn to see an execution, and then swore ’twas better to have to do with Tyburn than Westminster Hall; for there, suits hang half a year, but at Tyburn, half an hour’s hanging ends all.
1191. A man who had been seriously burdened with lawsuits went to Tyburn one day to watch an execution, and then declared that it was better to deal with Tyburn than with Westminster Hall; because there, cases drag on for half a year, but at Tyburn, half an hour’s hanging wraps everything up.
1192. Some men sitting drinking together, were praising the ale about England, as Hull ale, Margate ale, Cheshire ale, and Lambeth ale. One said there was in London to his knowledge the best in all England; and yet, said another, there’s as good ale in England, as in London.
1192. A group of guys sitting together drinking were talking up the beer from different places in England, like Hull ale, Margate ale, Cheshire ale, and Lambeth ale. One guy claimed that, to his knowledge, the best beer in all of England was in London; yet another argued that there’s just as good beer in England as there is in London.
1193. A notorious cunning thief, upon being taken up, applied for a peace warrant against the justice,—as, he said, he stood in fear of his life from him.
1193. A notorious and clever thief, when he was caught, requested a peace warrant against the judge—he claimed he feared for his life because of him.
1194. A country gentleman asked a wise man, when he saw a fellow abuse and sneer at him, Why he did not return it. Why truly, said he, I think I should do very indiscreetly in so doing; for if an ass kicks you, do you kick him again?
1194. A country gentleman asked a wise man, when he saw someone insult and mock him, why he didn’t respond in kind. The wise man replied, “I think it would be very unwise for me to do that; because if a donkey kicks you, do you kick it back?”
1195. A man, in a bitter cold night, was passing through the street, and seeing all a-bed, and no candle in any window, bethought himself of this project; up and down he went crying, Fire, fire, fire! which made several come to their windows. They asked him where it was? he replied, That was just what he wanted to know, for he was devilish cold.
1195. A man, on a bitterly cold night, was walking down the street and noticing that everyone was in bed with no lights on, came up with an idea; he walked back and forth shouting, "Fire, fire, fire!" which caused several people to come to their windows. They asked him where the fire was, and he replied that was exactly what he wanted to know, because he was freezing cold.
1196. Some apprentices in London being about to act a play one Christmas, when they were perfect, went to a grave citizen, and requested him to lend them his clothes to act a play in. No, said he, nobody shall play the fool in my clothes but myself.
1196. Some apprentices in London were getting ready to perform a play one Christmas. Once they were all set, they approached a respectable citizen and asked to borrow his clothes for the performance. "No," he replied, "I won't let anyone play the fool in my clothes except for me."
1197. At a certain battle, a Spanish cardinal went in among the soldiers, and advised them not to spare their lives, but to exert their utmost courage, promising them a remission of all their sins, and that those who died in battle should dine with the angels in Paradise; and hav[242]ing thus reconciled them, he was about to retire from the field, which one of the soldiers perceiving, said to him, And will you not stay and dine with us in Paradise? To which the valiant cardinal replied, His dinner hour was later.
1197. During a certain battle, a Spanish cardinal went among the soldiers and encouraged them not to hold back their lives but to summon their highest courage, assuring them that all their sins would be forgiven, and that those who died in battle would feast with the angels in Paradise. After reconciling them, he was about to leave the field when one of the soldiers noticed and asked him, "Aren’t you going to stay and dine with us in Paradise?" To which the brave cardinal replied that his dinner hour was later.
1198. The bishop of the diocese in which Dornfront in Normandy is situated, understanding that the curates within his diocese exacted too much from their parishioners, made a table to regulate the fees for baptism, marriages, and burials; but the curate of Dornfront would not baptize under double the sum limited by the table; whereupon, complaint being made to the bishop, he was summoned to appear before his diocesan, and for his defence, he alleged, that he baptized all, but seldom buried any, for that as soon as they came to be of age, they were generally carried to Rouen to be hanged for false witnesses; so that by this means, he was deprived of the fees for interment. But he would agree, that if any were buried in the parish, he would undertake to do it for nothing; and to prove his statement correct, he produced a list of two hundred he had baptized, of which more than one hundred and eighty had been hanged. The bishop, upon the aforesaid consideration, ordered the poor curate to pay himself for the burials at the time of baptism.
1198. The bishop of the diocese where Dornfront in Normandy is located realized that the curates in his area were charging their parishioners too much. He created a table to set standard fees for baptisms, marriages, and funerals. However, the curate of Dornfront refused to baptize anyone for less than double the amount stated in the table. When a complaint was made to the bishop, the curate was summoned to explain himself. He defended his actions by saying that he baptized many but rarely buried anyone because as soon as they reached adulthood, they were usually taken to Rouen to be hanged for being false witnesses. Because of this, he lost out on funeral fees. He offered to perform burials for free if anyone died in the parish, and to prove his point, he presented a list of two hundred he had baptized, over one hundred and eighty of whom had been hanged. Considering this, the bishop ordered the poor curate to cover the burial expenses during the time of baptism.
1199. —— was but of little stature, and dining one day at the royal table, with two scholars, both large men, the king sent him a dish with two large fishes and one small one, bidding him to divide them between himself and the two scholars; upon which, —— laid the two large fishes in his own plate, and sent the small one to the two scholars. His majesty laughing, said, Faith, you are no equal divider. That is your majesty’s mistake, said he, and pointing to himself and the two great fishes, said, Here are two great and one little, and on the other side are one little and two great.
1199. —— was short in stature, and one day while dining at the royal table with two large scholars, the king sent him a dish containing two large fish and one small one, instructing him to divide them among himself and the two scholars. In response, —— put the two large fish on his own plate and sent the small one to the two scholars. The king laughed and said, "Well, you're not much of a fair divider." To which he replied, "That’s your majesty’s mistake," and pointing to himself and the two large fish, said, "Here are two large and one small, and on the other side, there’s one small and two large."
1200. A Franciscan one day mounted on a showy horse, was met by a burgess, who reminded him, that being of the order of St. Francis, he was obliged by[243] vow to follow him, but he went on foot, and you are on horseback. Alas! replied the friar, you have reason to say I ought to follow the holy founder of our order, but ’tis so long since he went before, that it is impossible to overtake him on foot, and it will be hard to do it on horseback, unless I spur along.
1200. One day, a Franciscan riding a flashy horse was approached by a townsman who reminded him that, as a member of the order of St. Francis, he had taken a vow to follow him. The townsman pointed out that he was on foot while the friar was on horseback. “Oh dear!” replied the friar, “You’re right to say I should follow the holy founder of our order, but it’s been so long since he went ahead that it's impossible to catch up on foot. It won’t be easy to do it on horseback either, unless I really push it.”
1201. Dominico, the harlequin, going to see Louis XIV. at supper, fixed his eyes on a dish of partridges. The king, who was fond of his acting, said, Give that dish to Dominico. And the partridges too, sire? Louis, penetrating into the artfulness of the question, replied, And the partridges too. The dish was gold.
1201. Dominico, the jester, went to see Louis XIV at dinner and focused his gaze on a platter of partridges. The king, who enjoyed his performances, said, "Give that platter to Dominico." "And the partridges too, Your Majesty?" Louis, understanding the cleverness of the question, answered, "And the partridges too." The platter was made of gold.
1202. A fool being at church at vespers, and observing that as soon as one of the priests began the office, all the rest fell a singing, presently ran to him and gave him a sound cuff on the ear, saying, We should have been quiet enough, if this brawling fellow had not begun to cry first.
1202. A fool was at church during evening prayers and noticed that as soon as one of the priests started the service, all the others began to sing. He went up to him and gave him a good slap on the ear, saying, "We would have been quiet enough if this noisy guy hadn't started shouting first."
1203. Admiral Duncan’s address to the officers who came on board his ship for instructions, previous to the engagement with Admiral de Winter, was both laconic and humorous—Gentlemen, you see a severe Winter approaching; I have only to advise you to keep up a good fire.
1203. Admiral Duncan’s address to the officers who came on board his ship for instructions, before the engagement with Admiral de Winter, was both brief and humorous—Gentlemen, you see a harsh Winter approaching; I just advise you to maintain a good fire.
1204. Johnson did not like to be over-fondled: when a certain gentleman out-acted his part in this way, he is said to have demanded of him, What provokes your risibility, sir? Have I said anything that you understand? If I have, I ask pardon of the rest of the company.
1204. Johnson didn’t like to be overly coddled: when a certain gentleman overstepped his role in this way, he reportedly asked him, “What’s making you laugh, sir? Have I said anything you comprehend? If I have, I apologize to the rest of the group.”
1205. A lady meeting a girl who had lately left her service, inquired, Well, Mary, where do you live now? Please, Ma’am, I don’t live nowhere now, rejoined the girl, I’m married!
1205. A lady met a girl who had recently left her job and asked, "Well, Mary, where do you live now?" "Please, Ma’am, I don’t live anywhere now," the girl replied, "I’m married!"
1206. A tobacconist having set up his chariot, in order to anticipate the jokes that might be passed on the occasion, displayed on it the Latin motto of “Quid rides.” Two sailors who had often used his shop, seeing[244] him pass by in his carriage, the one asked the meaning of the inscription, when his companion said it was plain enough, repeating them as two English words, Quid rides.
1206. A tobacconist set up his stand, trying to get ahead of any jokes that might come his way, and displayed the Latin motto “Quid rides” on it. Two sailors who often shopped at his place saw him pass by in his carriage. One asked what the inscription meant, and his friend replied it was clear enough, translating it into two English words: Quid rides.
1207. Two gentlemen passing a blackberry-bush when the fruit was unripe, one said it was ridiculous to call them black berries, when they were red. Don’t you know, said his friend, that blackberries are always red when they are green!
1207. Two men walking by a blackberry bush when the fruit was unripe, one said it was silly to call them blackberries when they were red. "Don’t you know," replied his friend, "that blackberries are always red when they’re unripe!"
1208. An Athenian, who wanted eloquence, but was very brave, when another had, in a long and brilliant speech, promised great affairs, got up, and said, Men of Athens, all that he has said, I will do.
1208. An Athenian, who wanted to be eloquent but was very brave, stood up after another person gave a long and impressive speech promising great things and said, "Men of Athens, everything he has said, I will do."
1209. Louis XII. being at his castle of Plassey, near Tours, went one evening into the kitchen, where he found a boy turning the spit. The lad had something in his countenance which prepossessed the king in his favour, and he demanded who he was. The boy, not knowing the king, replied with simplicity, that his name was Stephen—that he came from Berri—and that he gained as much as the king. How much gains the king? demanded Louis, with some degree of astonishment. His expenses, said the boy, and I gain mine. This answer so much pleased the monarch, that he appointed him one of the valets-de-chambre.
1209. Louis XII, while at his castle of Plassey near Tours, went into the kitchen one evening and found a boy turning the spit. The boy had something in his expression that instantly made the king like him, so he asked who he was. The boy, not recognizing the king, simply replied that his name was Stephen, he came from Berri, and that he earned as much as the king. “How much does the king earn?” Louis asked, somewhat surprised. “His expenses,” the boy answered, “and I earn mine.” This answer pleased the monarch so much that he appointed the boy as one of his valets-de-chambre.
1210. When Pope Clement XIV. (Ganganelli) ascended the papal chair, the ambassadors of the different states waited on him with congratulations: when they were introduced, they bowed, and he returned the compliment by bowing likewise; the master of the ceremonies told his holiness he should not have returned their salute. O, I beg your pardon, said the pontiff, I have not been pope long enough to forget good manners.
1210. When Pope Clement XIV (Ganganelli) took the papal throne, ambassadors from various states came to congratulate him. When they were introduced, they bowed, and he returned the gesture with a bow of his own; the master of ceremonies told his holiness that he shouldn't have returned their salute. "Oh, I apologize," said the pontiff, "I haven't been pope long enough to forget my manners."
1211. It was said of a great calumniator, and a frequenter of other persons’ tables, that he never opened his mouth but at somebody’s expense.
1211. It was said about a renowned slanderer and a regular guest at other people's tables that he never spoke without making someone else look bad.
1212. A link-boy asked Dr. Burgess, the preacher, if he would have a light? No, child, said the doctor, I am[245] one of the lights of the world. I wish then, replied the boy, you were hung up at the end of our alley, for we live in a terrible dark one.
1212. A link-boy asked Dr. Burgess, the preacher, if he would like a light. "No, kid," said the doctor, "I’m one of the lights of the world." "I wish," replied the boy, "that you were hung up at the end of our alley, because we live in a really dark one."
1213. Two very honest fellows, who dealt in brooms, meeting one day in the street, one asked the other, how he could afford to under sell him everywhere as he did, when he stole the stuff, and made the brooms himself? Why, you silly dog, answered the other, I steal them ready made.
1213. Two very honest guys who sold brooms ran into each other one day in the street. One asked the other how he could afford to undersell him everywhere when he stole the materials and made the brooms himself. "Well, you silly fool," the other replied, "I steal them already made."
1214. Two sporting men discoursing about a horse that had lost a race, one of them, by way of apology, observed, That the cause of it was an accident, his running against a waggon; to which the other, who affected not to understand him, archly replied, Why, what else was he fit to run against?
1214. Two sportsmen were discussing a horse that lost a race. One of them, trying to make excuses, said that the reason for the loss was an accident because the horse ran into a wagon. The other man, pretending not to get it, cheekily responded, "Well, what else was he supposed to run against?"
1215. A fellow stole Lord Chatham’s large gouty shoes: his servant not finding them, began to curse the thief. Never mind, said his lordship, all the harm I wish the rogue is, that the shoes may fit him!
1215. A guy took Lord Chatham’s big gouty shoes: his servant, not finding them, started to curse the thief. Never mind, said his lordship, all I wish for that rogue is that the shoes may fit him!
1216. Sir Isaac Newton, one evening in winter, feeling it extremely cold, instinctively drew his chair very close to the grate, in which a fire had been recently lighted. By degrees, the fire being burnt up, Sir Isaac began to feel the heat intolerably intense, and rang his bell with unusual violence. John was not at hand; he at last made his appearance, by the time Sir Isaac was almost literally roasted. Remove the grate, you lazy rascal! exclaimed Sir Isaac, in a tone of irritation very uncommon with that amiable and placid philosopher; remove the grate, ere I am burned to death? Please your honour, might you not rather draw back your chair? said John, a little waggishly. Upon my word, said Sir Isaac, smiling, I never thought of that.
1216. One winter evening, Sir Isaac Newton, feeling extremely cold, instinctively pulled his chair very close to the fireplace, where a fire had just been lit. As the fire gradually burned down, Sir Isaac started to feel the heat was unbearably intense and rang his bell with unusual force. John was not around; he finally showed up just as Sir Isaac was almost literally roasting. “Remove the grate, you lazy rascal!” Sir Isaac exclaimed, in a tone of irritation that was very unusual for that kind and calm philosopher; “remove the grate before I get burned to death!” “Sir, couldn’t you just move your chair back?” John suggested, a bit playfully. “You know, I never thought of that,” said Sir Isaac, smiling.
1217. A judge, on passing sentence of death upon an Irishman, said as usual, I have nothing now to do but to pass the dreadful sentence of the law upon you. Oh, don’t trouble yourself on my account, interrupted Pat. I must do my duty, resumed the judge:—you must go[246] from hence to the place of execution, where you are to be hanged by your neck till you are dead; and the Lord have mercy on your soul! I am much obliged to you, said the prisoner, but I never heard of any one thriving after your prayers.
1217. A judge, when sentencing an Irishman to death, said as usual, I have nothing left to do but to deliver the grim sentence of the law to you. Oh, don’t worry about me, interrupted Pat. I must do my duty, the judge continued: you must go[246] from here to the execution site, where you will be hanged by your neck until you are dead; and may the Lord have mercy on your soul! I really appreciate it, said the prisoner, but I’ve never heard of anyone succeeding after your prayers.
1218. Triboulet, the fool of Francis the First, was threatened with death by a man in power, of whom he had been speaking disrespectfully; and he applied to the king for protection. Be satisfied, said the king; if any man shall put you to death, I will order him to be hanged a quarter of an hour after. Ah, Sir! replied Triboulet, I should be much obliged, if your Majesty would order him to be hanged a quarter of an hour before.
1218. Triboulet, the jester of Francis the First, was threatened with death by a powerful man, whom he had been speaking ill of; and he asked the king for protection. "Don’t worry," said the king; "if anyone kills you, I’ll have him hanged a quarter of an hour later." "Ah, Sir!" replied Triboulet, "I’d appreciate it if Your Majesty would have him hanged a quarter of an hour earlier."
1219. An Irishman, having bought a sheep’s head, had been to a friend for a direction to dress it. As he was returning, repeating the method, and holding his purchase under his arm, a dog snatched it, and ran away. Now, my dear joy, said the Irishman, what a fool you make of yourself! what use will it be to you, as you don’t know how it is to be dressed?
1219. An Irishman bought a sheep's head and went to a friend for advice on how to prepare it. As he was coming back, going over the instructions in his mind and holding his purchase under his arm, a dog grabbed it and ran away. "Now, my dear joy," said the Irishman, "how foolish you look! What good will that do you if you don't even know how to prepare it?"
1220. A penurious citizen, who used to feed his apprentices with nothing but lights and livers, and such like trash, having appointed to meet one of his men in the fields, the fellow came to him with a heavy clog upon his neck; his master asking him his reason for so doing, he answered him, That he had fed so long on lights, that he was forced to carry that weight about him, lest the air should blow him away.
1220. A stingy citizen, who used to feed his apprentices nothing but scraps like lights and livers, arranged to meet one of his workers in the fields. The guy showed up with a heavy weight around his neck. When his master asked him why he was wearing it, he replied that he had eaten so many scraps that he had to carry that weight around to keep from being blown away by the wind.
1221. Dryden’s wife complained to him that he was always reading, and took little notice of her: I wish, said she, that I was a book, and then I should enjoy more of your company. Yes, my dear, replied Dryden, I wish you were a book—but an almanack, I mean, for then I should change you every year.
1221. Dryden’s wife complained that he was always reading and barely paid attention to her: I wish, she said, that I were a book, then I would have more of your company. Yes, my dear, replied Dryden, I wish you were a book—but an almanac, I mean, because then I would change you every year.
1222. Two gentlemen having wagered upon the number of characteristic specimens of native brilliancy they should encounter in a rural excursion, one of them thus addressed a stone-breaker on the road:—My good fellow,[247] were the devil to come now, which of us two would he carry away? After a little hesitation, that savoured of unexpected dulness, the man modestly lifting up his eyes from his work, answered, Me, sir. Annoyed by the stolidity of this reply, the querist pressed him for a reason: Because, your honour, he would be glad of the opportunity to catch myself—he could have you at any time.
1222. Two guys bet on how many unique examples of local talent they would find on a country trip. One of them asked a stone breaker on the road, “My good man, if the devil were to show up right now, which one of us would he take?” After a brief pause that hinted at some unexpected dullness, the man lifted his eyes from his work and replied, “Me, sir.” Frustrated by the simplicity of this answer, the questioner asked for an explanation: “Because, your honor, he’d be happy to catch me—he could take you anytime.”
1223. A gentleman meeting another upon the high road, riding upon an exceedingly lean horse, and with a great stick by his side, asked the reason why he was so armed: he replied, That it was to defend his person and keep off false knaves. But, sir, said he, in my mind you had better have ridden with a gun. Why so? said the horseman. To keep away the crows, who are waiting to prey upon the carrion you are riding upon.
1223. A gentleman met another on the road, riding a very skinny horse and carrying a big stick. He asked why he was so armed, and the rider replied that it was to protect himself from dishonest people. But, sir, the gentleman said, I think you would be better off riding with a gun. Why's that? asked the horseman. To scare away the crows that are waiting to swoop in on the dead horse you're riding.
1224. When Brummell retired to France, he was altogether ignorant of French, and obtained a grammar for the purpose of study. Scrope Davies being asked what progress he had made, replied, That Brummell had been stopped like Bonaparte in Russia, by the elements.
1224. When Brummell moved to France, he didn't know any French at all, so he got a grammar book to study. When Scrope Davies was asked how much progress he had made, he replied that Brummell had been held back like Napoleon in Russia, by the elements.
1225. A thatcher being at work upon a cold Christmas Eve, and beating his arms about his ribs to warm himself, a fellow passing by, observed it, and said, You have but cold working there on the edge of the house. ’Tis very true, answered the old man, for I have wrought on a hundred Christmas Eves, and if I said a hundred more, I think I should not be wrong, and yet I vow I never felt such a cold one before.
1225. A thatcher was working on a cold Christmas Eve, trying to warm himself by beating his arms around his ribs. A man walking by noticed this and said, "You must be really cold working up there on the edge of the house." "That's true," replied the old man. "I've worked on a hundred Christmas Eves, and if I said it was a hundred more, I don't think I'd be mistaken, but I swear I've never felt one as cold as this."
1226. One going into Smithfield on a market-day, called to a horse-courser aloud, and said, Prithee, friend, how go horses to-day? Marry, as you see—some amble, some trot, some gallop.
1226. One entering Smithfield on market day called out to a horse dealer, saying, "Hey there, friend, how are the horses doing today?" "Well, as you can see—some are ambling, some are trotting, and some are galloping."
1227. A pleasant fellow willing to put off a lame horse, rode him from the Sun Tavern, Cripplegate, to the Sun in Holborn, and the next day offered to sell him in Smithfield; a bidder asking why the horse looked so lean? was answered, It was no marvel, as he rode him yesterday from Sun to Sun, and never drew bit.
1227. A friendly guy willing to ride a lame horse took him from the Sun Tavern in Cripplegate to the Sun in Holborn. The next day, he tried to sell the horse in Smithfield. When a bidder asked why the horse looked so skinny, he replied, "It's no surprise; I rode him from one Sun to the other yesterday and didn't let him rest."
1228. One entering of a cold morning into a tavern with his friend, called to the waiter to have a fire quickly made, who brought wet faggots, which were long in kindling, making only a smothering smoke, while the sap fired apace out of the faggots; which observing, he said, I now perceive, and never knew before, from whence the river of Styx was derived.
1228. One chilly morning, a guy walked into a tavern with his friend and asked the waiter to start a fire right away. The waiter brought damp sticks, which took a while to catch fire, only creating a lot of smoke while the sap quickly ignited from the sticks. Watching this, he said, "Now I understand, and I never knew before, where the river Styx comes from."
1229. One meeting a drunkard reeling in the street, bade him stand up like a man; who answered him, That for his own part, he could stand well enough, but he could not make his shoes stand.
1229. One time, a drunk guy was stumbling in the street. Someone told him to stand up like a man, and he replied that he could stand just fine, but he couldn't get his shoes to stand up.
1230. A country farmer’s wife in the north, having a nice lad for her son, about seven years old, bid him fetch home the kine from the field, to be milked in the yard; there were six in number. The boy went as bid, and drove home but five. Marry, said his mother, what’s become of the sixth? She is turned down that deep dirty lane where I could not come at her, and I think she is going to the devil. To the devil! said the mother; nay, then stay, Bob, thy father shall go, as he has boots on.
1230. A country farmer’s wife in the north, having a nice son about seven years old, told him to bring home the cows from the field to be milked in the yard; there were six in total. The boy did as he was told and brought back only five. “What happened to the sixth?” his mother asked. “She turned down that deep, muddy lane where I couldn’t go, and I think she’s heading towards trouble.” “Towards trouble!” said the mother; “Then stay put, Bob, your father will go since he’s got his boots on.”
1231. There was a man whose nose leaned more towards one side than the other; a friend disposed to have a laugh with him, said, I know what your nose is not made of, and I know of what it is. First, I can assure you, it is not made of wheat, and secondly, I will be fudged by all the company, if it be not made a-rye.
1231. There was a guy whose nose tilted more to one side than the other; a friend who liked to joke with him said, I know what your nose isn’t made of, and I know what it is made of. First, I can assure you, it’s not made of wheat, and secondly, I’ll be embarrassed in front of everyone if it isn’t made of rye.
1232. A traveller reported to be drowned, a friend of his being in company, when the letters came that brought the first news of his death, fetched a deep sigh, with these words, God rest his soul, for he has gone the way of all flesh. Nay, said another then standing by, if he is drowned, he has gone the way of all fish.
1232. A traveler who was reported to have drowned had a friend with him. When the letters arrived bringing the first news of his death, the friend let out a deep sigh and said, “God rest his soul, for he has gone the way of all flesh.” “Not really,” said another person standing nearby. “If he’s drowned, he’s gone the way of all fish.”
1233. One of the great stone letters fell from the top of Northampton House and dashed out a scholar’s brains. It happened not long after, that a good honest fellow, who could neither read nor write, being in company with three or four very ingenious gentlemen, upon[249] a sudden broke out into a deep melancholy, and said, Well, I thank God I can neither read nor write. One of the others smiling, replied, You speak strangely, for I and the rest here thank God we can do both. All’s one for that, said he, yet let myself and others be thankful we can do neither. They asked his reason; he gave them this explanation, Because, said he, we can walk the street with a security that you bookmen cannot. They desired him to explain himself. Why, said he, if one letter falling from the top of a house, had the power to knock out the brains of a scholar, what safety should we live in, to be troubled with four and twenty letters? Now, thank heaven, I have nothing to do with letters, and I cannot see that letters have anything to do with me.
1233. One of the big stone letters fell from the top of Northampton House and smashed a scholar’s head. Not long after that, a good honest guy, who couldn’t read or write, was with three or four very clever gentlemen when, out of nowhere, he suddenly became very gloomy and said, Well, I thank God I can’t read or write. One of the others smiled and replied, You speak oddly, because all of us here thank God we can do both. It’s all the same to me, he said, but let’s be thankful that I and others can’t do either. They asked him to explain why. He said, Because we can walk down the street knowing we’re safe in a way that you bookworms can’t. They asked him to elaborate. Well, he said, if one letter falling from the top of a house can knock out a scholar's brains, what kind of safety would we have if we were troubled with twenty-four letters? Now, thank heaven, I have nothing to do with letters, and I don’t see how letters have anything to do with me.
1234. Two country fellows meeting at an assizes in the country, one asked the other, What news, and how many were condemned to suffer? The other answered, This hath been the strangest session that ever was in my time; I have not known the like, for there is no execution at all; and is it not worth observation, that so many justices should sit on the bench, and not one thought proper to be hanged?
1234. Two country guys running into each other at a court session in the countryside, one asked the other, “What’s new, and how many were sentenced to be punished?” The other replied, “This has been the strangest session I’ve ever seen; I’ve never known anything like it, because there’s no execution at all. Isn’t it worth noting that so many judges are on the bench, and not one thought it was necessary to impose a hanging?”
1235. Miss Pope was one evening in the green-room, commenting on the excellencies of Garrick, when, amongst other things, she said, he had the most wonderful eye imaginable—an eye, to use a vulgar phrase, that would penetrate through a deal board. Ay, cried Wewitzer, I now understand what they call a gimlet eye.
1235. Miss Pope was in the green room one evening, talking about Garrick's great talents. Among other things, she mentioned that he had the most incredible eye imaginable—an eye, to put it plainly, that could see through a wooden board. "Ah," exclaimed Wewitzer, "now I get what they mean by a gimlet eye."
1236. A worthy gentleman and good scholar had been a long time in disgrace with Queen Elizabeth, the reason I know not, nor am willing to examine; but a friend of his, who was in great favour at court, persuaded the queen to give him an audience. The time came, and after the customary introduction, the queen said, I understand you are a great scholar; may I ask you one question? Anything, madam, said he, that I am capable of resolving. Then pray you, how many vowels are there? Madam, that is a question a schoolboy can resolve,[250] but since you would be answered by me, there are five. Five, said her majesty—well, of these five, which can we best spare? Not any of them, madam, replied he, without corrupting our natural dialect. Yes, replied the queen, I can tell you, for of all these, we can (for our own part) best spare u [you].
1236. A respected gentleman and knowledgeable scholar had been out of favor with Queen Elizabeth for a long time; I don’t know why, and I’m not keen to find out. However, a friend of his, who was highly regarded at court, convinced the queen to meet with him. The time arrived, and after the usual formalities, the queen said, "I understand you are a great scholar; may I ask you a question?" "Anything, madam," he replied, "that I can answer." "Then tell me, how many vowels are there?" "Madam, that is a question a schoolboy can answer,"[250] "but since you seek my response, there are five." "Five," said her majesty—"So, of these five, which can we do without?" "None of them, madam," he replied, "without ruining our natural language." "Yes," the queen said, "I can tell you, because out of all these, we can (for our own part) best do without u [you]."
1237. One gentleman objecting to another, that he was the first of his house, the other answered, That I am the first of my house, is so much more to my honour—you are likely to be the last of yours.
1237. One gentleman criticized another for being the first of his family, and the other replied, "The fact that I’m the first of my family is much more honorable to me—you’re probably going to be the last of yours."
1238. One thinking with barbarous Latin to confound a scholar, came and saluted him in these words, Ars tu fons, art thou well? To whom the scholar quickly, Asinus fons asinus tu, that is, as well as you.
1238. One person trying to confuse a scholar with terrible Latin came up to him and greeted him with, Ars tu fons, are you well? The scholar quickly replied, Asinus fons asinus tu, meaning, as well as you.
1239. Two fellows purposing a journey, hired a horse betwixt them, to ride by turns; the one laid down half the hire, and called upon his partner for the other half, which he willingly paid; which being done, said he, Mark the conditions between us, which are these—when I ride, then you shall go on foot; and when you go on foot, then I shall ride; that is the condition—will you stand to it? Yes, with all my heart, said the other. So the first mounted and rode the whole journey, and left the other to come on foot after him.
1239. Two guys planning a trip rented a horse to share, taking turns riding. One of them paid half the rental fee and asked his partner for the other half, which he gladly paid. Once that was settled, he said, "Let’s agree on the terms: when I ride, you’ll walk; and when you walk, I’ll ride. That’s the deal—are you on board with it?" "Absolutely," the other guy replied. So the first guy got on the horse and rode the entire journey, leaving the other to walk behind him.
1240. A sleepy waiter, sitting asleep under the pulpit, the preacher beating his desk so hard, that he being suddenly awakened, cried out in a loud voice, Coming, sir, coming.
1240. A drowsy waiter, dozing off under the pulpit, was suddenly jolted awake by the preacher banging on his desk so hard that he shouted in a loud voice, "Coming, sir, coming."
1241. Two gentlemen having quarrelled in a passage, one of them, wishing to make his escape from the house, asked, How shall I get by you? Get by me! replied the other, what did I ever get by you?
1241. Two guys got into an argument in a hallway. One of them, wanting to leave the house, asked, "How can I get past you?" The other replied, "Get past me? What have I ever gotten past you for?"
1242. I am going to write a work upon Popular Ignorance, said a young man to a much older person: I know no one more competent, was the reply.
1242. "I'm going to write a piece on Popular Ignorance," said a young man to an older person. "I can't think of anyone more qualified," was the reply.
1243. Walpole once persuaded Mrs. Kerwood not to go home by water, because it would be damp after the rain.
1243. Walpole once convinced Mrs. Kerwood not to take the boat home because it would be wet after the rain.
1244. Lord Hartington asked the Governor of Rome, what they had determined about the vessel that the Spaniards had taken under the cannon of Civita Vecchia, whether they had restored it to the English? The governor said, They had done justice. His lordship replied, If you had not, we should have done it ourselves.
1244. Lord Hartington asked the Governor of Rome what they had decided about the ship that the Spaniards had seized under the cannons of Civita Vecchia, and whether they had returned it to the English. The governor said they had done what was right. His lordship replied, If you hadn't, we would have taken care of it ourselves.
1245. The late Duchess of Bolton resolved upon going to China, when Whiston told her the world would be burnt in three years.
1245. The late Duchess of Bolton decided to go to China when Whiston informed her that the world would be burned in three years.
1246. A gentleman coming into a church, where was none of the best music in the world, hearing them sing, “Have mercy upon us miserable sinners.” Ay, said he, they might very well have said, Have mercy upon us miserable singers.
1246. A man walking into a church, where the music wasn't great, hearing them sing, “Have mercy upon us miserable sinners.” Yeah, he said, they could have just as easily said, Have mercy upon us miserable singers.
1247. A humorous schoolmaster, one morning as he was washing his hands, called one of his higher boys to him, and said, Here boy, what is the Latin for a ladder? The youth answered, Scala. Fye, fye, quoth the schoolmaster, what an asinego you are! prithee tell me, what is the Latin for a lad? Adolescens, replied the boy. Very well, and cannot you form the comparative degree of that? Adolescentior, said the boy. Ay, ay, now thou hast done it like a scholar indeed.
1247. One morning, a funny schoolmaster was washing his hands when he called one of his older students over and asked, "Hey, what’s the Latin word for a ladder?" The boy replied, "Scala." "Shame on you," said the schoolmaster, "what a silly fool you are! Now, tell me, what’s the Latin for a boy?" "Adolescens," answered the student. "Very good! Can you form the comparative degree of that?" "Adolescentior," said the boy. "Ah, yes, now you’ve done it like a true scholar."
1248. A country baker having occasion to call at the house of a certain justice of the peace, as he was riding out through a great court, saw a parcel of fat geese, and, catching up one, whipped it into his basket. The justice by chance espying him from one of the windows, called after him, saying, Bak-er, bak-er. To which the baker replied, I will, sir, I will, sir, and rode away as fast as he could. Some days after, the justice sent a warrant for him, and demanded of him how he dare carry away his goose in that manner? To which he replied, I have done nothing but what your worship commanded me, for your worship bid me bake-her, and that I have done in a good pie, and drank your worship’s health at the eating of it. The justice, for the jest’s sake, excused the baker.
1248. A country baker needed to visit a local justice of the peace. While riding through a large courtyard, he spotted a bunch of fat geese and quickly grabbed one and tossed it into his basket. The justice, seeing him from a window, called out, "Baker, baker!" The baker yelled back, "I will, sir, I will!" and took off as fast as he could. A few days later, the justice issued a warrant for him and asked how he dared to take his goose like that. The baker replied, "I only did what you asked me to do, your worship. You told me to bake her, and that’s exactly what I did in a nice pie, and I even drank to your health while eating it." The justice, amused by the joke, let the baker go.
1249. A Welchman having been to London, his friends,[252] according to custom, on his return, demanded of him what news? He answered, That he knew little news; he had only observed one strange thing there, that every little boy of five or six years old could speak English perfectly, which he thought very strange; because, in his country, they learn to speak it, as in England they learn to speak French.
1249. A Welshman who had been to London, his friends,[252] as was customary, asked him what news he had. He replied that he didn’t have much news; he had only noticed one odd thing there, which was that every little boy of five or six years old could speak English perfectly. He thought this was very strange because, in his country, they learn to speak it just as in England they learn to speak French.
1250. A ship being in a storm at sea, was in great danger; whereupon, the captain commanded every man to throw into the sea his heaviest things. A passenger, who had his wife, then offered to throw her overboard; but the crew saved her, and asked him whether he was mad to try and throw her overboard; who answered, She is the heaviest thing I have, and I can best spare her. I assure you, she has long been a heavy burthen to me; I pray, therefore, let me throw her over.
1250. A ship caught in a storm at sea was in serious danger; so, the captain ordered everyone to throw their heaviest belongings overboard. One passenger, who had his wife with him, suggested throwing her overboard. The crew saved her and asked him if he was crazy for trying to do that. He replied, "She’s the heaviest thing I have, and I can let her go the easiest. I assure you, she has been a heavy burden to me for a long time; so please, let me throw her over."
1251. A talking barber once asked a gentleman in what fashion he would be trimmed, In silence, was the reply.
1251. A talking barber once asked a gentleman how he wanted to be trimmed. "In silence," was the reply.
1252. It is related of a well-known magistrate of times past, that being often deceived by false rumours of Queen Elizabeth’s death, he protested that he would never believe she was dead, until he saw it under her own hand.
1252. It's said of a well-known judge from the past that, after being misled by false rumors about Queen Elizabeth's death multiple times, he declared that he wouldn't believe she was dead until he saw it in her own handwriting.
1253. A good fellow having tippled rather too liberally, and his head being fuller of liquor than discretion, as he went along the streets, happened in the dark to run against a post; and he, conceiving it to have been some man that had affronted him, fell upon the post with his fists, and of course soon beat off all the skin from his knuckles. One coming by, demanded of him, what was the matter? Why, said he, I have met here with a rascal who jostled me, and will not suffer me to pass quietly by him. Alas, see, said the other, you are mistaken, it is a post. A post! said he, why then he should have blown his horn.
1253. A guy had been drinking a bit too much, and with his head full of booze instead of sense, he stumbled down the street and ran into a post. Thinking it was some guy who had bumped into him, he started punching the post, quickly scraping off the skin from his knuckles. Someone walking by asked him what was wrong. “Well,” he replied, “I ran into this jerk who doesn’t want me to pass by peacefully.” “Oh no,” said the other person, “you’re mistaken, it’s a post.” “A post?” he exclaimed, “Well, it should have blown its horn then.”
1254. A cook of one of the colleges at Cambridge, serving up dinner, gave to one of the assistants a neat’s[253] tongue to put upon the table; the fellow not having firm hold of the dish, let it fall to the ground, so that it was not fit for serving, whereat the cook was very angry; the poor fellow begged the cook not to be so very angry, it was but a lapsus linguae.
1254. A cook from one of the colleges at Cambridge, while serving dinner, handed a neat's[253] tongue to one of the assistants to put on the table. The assistant, not holding the dish properly, dropped it on the ground, making it unfit for serving, which made the cook very angry. The poor guy pleaded with the cook not to be so upset, saying it was just a lapsus linguae.
1255. Two or three gentlemen visiting a citizen, he, at their departure, asked them if they would please to take a glass of beer, apologizing for its being small beer, but such as contented him and his family; they accepted it, saying, it was no matter for the smallness, so it were fresh. One of them tasting it, the other asked him if the beer was fresh. Yes, quoth he, I assure you it is fresh, as if it had been all night in water.
1255. Two or three gentlemen visited a local man, and as they were leaving, he asked if they would like to have a glass of beer, apologizing for it being just ordinary beer, but it was good enough for him and his family. They accepted, saying it didn't matter how basic it was as long as it was fresh. One of them tasted it, and the other asked him if the beer was fresh. "Yes," he replied, "I assure you it’s fresh, as if it had been soaking in water all night."
1256. At a general assizes in Queen Elizabeth’s days, two plain country fellows having some business there, were gazing upon the bench, until the time they should be called, discoursing betwixt themselves, said the one to the other, I much wonder at one thing, and would gladly be resolved thereof: the other demanding of him what it was he wished to know, was answered, I have often mused with myself, why all the judges go shaven, and there is no appearance of a beard to be seen amongst them all. To which the other replied, Neighbour, that is a doubt which is easily decided; for in this place they ought to wear no beards, for you ought to know they represent her majesty.
1256. At a general assizes in Queen Elizabeth’s time, two ordinary guys from the countryside had some business there and were waiting for their turn. As they looked at the bench, one turned to the other and said, "I’m really curious about something and would love to know the answer." The other, asking what it was, received the response, "I’ve often wondered why all the judges are clean-shaven and none of them has a beard." The other guy replied, "Buddy, that’s an easy question to answer; they shouldn’t have beards because they represent her majesty."
1257. In many towns of this kingdom, mechanics are often made mayors. Amongst others, one who was elected to that office, thought it would be but becoming that his wife should be dressed according to the dignity of the situation, and accordingly ordered her new apparel from top to toe; she not accustomed to such gaiety, was not a little proud, and coming somewhat late to church, at the moment when the auditory rose up for the reverence of the gospel, which she mistaking, and thinking it had been done to her, said aloud, I thank you all, my good friends and neighbours, I shall not be unmindful of this courtesy.
1257. In many towns in this kingdom, mechanics are often elected as mayors. One such man who was elected to that position thought it would be appropriate for his wife to dress to match his new status, so he ordered her an entire new wardrobe. Not used to such finery, she felt quite proud and, arriving a bit late to church, mistakenly thought the congregation stood to honor her when they rose for the gospel. So she said aloud, "Thank you all, my good friends and neighbors! I won’t forget this kindness."
1258. A person being asked the reason why his head[254] was so intermixed with white hairs, that it was indeed quite grey, and that not one could be seen in his beard, answered, It is no wonder, the hair of my head is older than that of my beard by twenty years.
1258. When someone asked why his hair was so mixed with white that it was actually gray, and why there wasn't a single white hair in his beard, he replied, "It's not surprising; the hair on my head is twenty years older than the hair on my beard."
1259. The parson of a country village, visiting one of his sick parishioners, among other comforting words, said to him, Be of good cheer, my good friend, for I hope thou wilt be carried into Paradise. To which the sick man replied, Your speech is comforting to me, for if the way is long, I should never be able to walk there.
1259. The pastor of a rural village, visiting one of his sick parishioners, among other comforting words, said to him, "Be of good cheer, my good friend, for I hope you will be carried into Paradise." To which the sick man replied, "Your words are comforting to me, for if the journey is long, I would never be able to walk there."
1260. Two country fellows falling out, were at very hot words, insomuch that one gave the other the lie, who taking it in great disgrace, bent his fist and threatened revenge; the other, knowing himself unable to grapple with him, denied his words; in conclusion, the defendant was so pressed, that in plain terms he gave him the lie, saying, Thou liest to say I gave thee the lie. To which the other answered, It is well now at last that thou hast given me satisfaction.
1260. Two guys from the countryside got into a heated argument, so much so that one called the other a liar. The insult was taken seriously, and the offended guy clenched his fist and threatened revenge. The other, aware that he couldn't physically confront him, denied what he said. Ultimately, the defendant felt cornered and clearly told him, "You’re lying to say that I called you a liar." To this, the other replied, "It's good that, at last, you’ve given me some satisfaction."
1261. A country fellow had an idle housewife, who would do nothing but sit before the fire, and suffer everything to go to sixes and sevens; coming one day from his labour, and finding her sitting as customary, lolling by the fire, he took up a stick, and began to cudgel her soundly; at which she cried out, Alas, husband, what do you mean? you see I am doing nothing, I am doing nothing. That is the very reason why I am beating you, said he.
1261. A country guy had a lazy wife who did nothing but sit by the fire and let everything fall apart. One day, after returning from work, he found her lounging as usual by the fire. He picked up a stick and started to hit her hard. She cried out, "Oh no, husband, what are you doing? You see I'm not doing anything, I'm doing nothing." "Exactly," he replied, "that’s why I’m hitting you."
1262. A person who had a great shrew for his wife, in one of the quarrels, got so enraged, that he could not contain himself, but snatched up a flagon that happened to be near, and gave her a very deep wound on her head, the cost of curing which was very considerable. This woman sitting at another time among her gossips, said openly, My husband does not dare to break my head any more, he paid so dearly for the last cure. This being told to the husband, he sent for the apothecary and surgeon, and, calling for his wife, when they arrived, he paid each of them their bill, and also gave them money[255] in advance, in earnest of the next cure she might require. We need not say, the husband was not further annoyed.
1262. A man who had a really difficult wife got so upset during one of their arguments that he couldn't hold back. He grabbed a nearby jug and gave her a serious blow to the head, which ended up costing a lot to treat. Later, while she was sitting with her friends, she said openly, "My husband doesn’t dare to hit me again; he paid so much for my last treatment." When the husband heard this, he called for the apothecary and surgeon, and when they arrived along with his wife, he paid them both their fees and even gave them extra money[255] in advance for any future treatments she might need. It goes without saying that the husband didn’t have to worry about being bothered again.
1263. An Irishman said to his companions on Christmas Eve, he did not mean to have a plum-pudding for dinner next day. Why so? asked they. Och, I have raisons for it. Then you did intend it, since you have got the raisins.
1263. An Irishman said to his friends on Christmas Eve that he didn't intend to have plum pudding for dinner the next day. "Why not?" they asked. "Oh, I have my reasons." "Then you do intend to have it, since you have the raisins."
1264. A gentleman passing in dirty weather through a street in which the pavement had been broken up, got bespattered with mud—on looking about him in his distress, he saw written up on a board, “No thorough-fare”—Egad, said he, they may well say that; for I have proved it thorough foul.
1264. A man walking in messy weather down a street where the pavement was torn up got splashed with mud. As he looked around in frustration, he saw a sign that said, “No thoroughfare.” He remarked, “They can definitely say that; because I’ve experienced it as a real thorough foul.”
1265. A distinguished gentleman, whose nose and chin are both very long, and who has lost his teeth, whereby the nose and chin are brought very close together, was told, I am afraid your nose and chin will fight before long, they approach each other so very menacingly. I was afraid of it myself, replied the gentleman, for a good many words have passed between them already.
1265. A distinguished gentleman, whose nose and chin are both very long and who has lost his teeth, causing his nose and chin to come very close together, was told, "I'm afraid your nose and chin are going to clash soon since they’re getting so close." "I’m worried about that too," replied the gentleman, "because they’ve already had quite a few words with each other."
1266. A servant, near Limerick, at the time that everybody was required to deliver in their arms, wrote to his master at Dublin, that he had secured the fire arms, having sent all the pokers and tongs to the barracks.
1266. A servant near Limerick, when everyone was required to hand in their weapons, wrote to his boss in Dublin, saying he had taken care of the firearms and had sent all the pokers and tongs to the barracks.
1267. A young lady at the Exhibition at the Suffolk Street Gallery, looking at a subject of still life,—plates, dishes, &c., asked the gentleman who accompanied her, to look in the catalogue and see what it was; he replied, A study. Why, goodness, said she, I took it for a kitchen!
1267. A young woman at the Exhibition at the Suffolk Street Gallery, looking at a still life featuring plates, dishes, etc., asked the man accompanying her to check the catalog and see what it was. He replied, "A study." She exclaimed, "Oh my goodness, I thought it was a kitchen!"
1268. A fine ship was lately launched, at which Sir Henry Tempest attended. A wag observed, What a pity it is, that a tempest should accompany such a launch.
1268. A sleek new ship was recently launched, and Sir Henry Tempest was there. Someone joked, "What a shame that a tempest should accompany such a launch."
1269. On the expulsion of Mr. Jones from the Irish[256] House of Commons, a punning wag remarked, that this was not In-I-go Jones—but Out-I-go Jones.
1269. When Mr. Jones was expelled from the Irish[256] House of Commons, a witty person quipped that this wasn't In-I-go Jones—but Out-I-go Jones.
1270. Of a person as remarkable for his irregularity as for his musical talents, it was aptly remarked, that the whole tenor of his conduct was thorough base.
1270. A person known for his unpredictability as much as for his musical talents was aptly described as having a completely flawed character.
1271. A fashionable Irish gentleman having made a purchase of Hume’s History of England, went into a bookseller’s shop to have it most elegantly bound. What binding would you like best? asked the bookseller, would you like it bound in Russia? In Russia! exclaimed the man of fashion; Oh, no, no, that is too far off, I’d rather have it bound in Bond Street.
1271. A stylish Irish gentleman had just bought Hume’s History of England and walked into a bookstore to get it bound beautifully. "What kind of binding do you prefer?" asked the bookseller. "Would you like it bound in Russia?" "In Russia!" the fashionable man exclaimed. "Oh, no, no, that's too far away. I’d rather have it bound on Bond Street."
1272. A very corpulent gentleman travelling in the north, was walking backwards and forwards in front of an inn, while the horses were changing. One of the gapers, an inhabitant of the place, had a mind to be witty: viewing the gentleman’s person, he accosted him with—I see, sir, you carry your portmanteau before ye. Certainly, said he, I always think it requisite to have it under my eye, when passing through a suspicious looking place.
1272. A very heavyset man traveling in the north was pacing back and forth in front of an inn while the horses were being changed. One of the onlookers, a local resident, wanted to be funny: looking at the man's figure, he said, "I see, sir, you’re carrying your suitcase in front of you." "Of course," he replied, "I always think it’s best to keep it in my sight when I'm passing through a sketchy area."
1273. Grattan being asked his opinion of the valour of a certain captain, who from excess of feeling put up with a severe castigation, replied, That he thought it odd, for to his knowledge the captain had fought. Who, who? cried his informant. Shy, said the witty barrister.
1273. When Grattan was asked for his opinion on the bravery of a certain captain, who endured a harsh reprimand due to his intense emotions, he replied that he found it strange, as he knew the captain had fought. "Who, who?" exclaimed his informant. "Shy," said the clever barrister.
1274. A trader in Dublin, said one day to his friend, I will be ruined. I am sorry for it, said the other, but if you will be ruined, you know no one can prevent it.
1274. A trader in Dublin said to his friend one day, "I’m going to go bankrupt." "I’m sorry to hear that," the other replied, "but if you’re determined to go bankrupt, no one can stop it."
1275. A gentleman being much pressed in company to sing a song, observed pettishly, That they only wanted to make a butt of him. By no means, my dear fellow, rejoined one of his tormentors, we only want to get a stave out of you.
1275. A gentleman, being urged to sing a song in company, replied irritably that they just wanted to make a fool of him. Not at all, my dear fellow, responded one of his tormentors, we just want to hear a little bit from you.
1276. A Welchman coming to London to pursue a suit at law, chanced to steal a sow, for which he was taken and burnt in the hand. His friends asked him, when he[257] arrived home, How the law went with him? Priddie well, said he, for hur has got hur in hur hand.
1276. A Welshman arriving in London to pursue a legal case ended up stealing a pig, for which he was caught and burned on the hand. His friends asked him, when he[257] got home, how the law treated him. Quite well, he replied, because he's got it in his hand.
1277. What did Mr. King die of? asked a simple neighbour. Of a complication of disorders, replied his friend. How do you describe a complication, my good sir? He died, rejoined the other, of two physicians, an apothecary, and a surgeon.
1277. What did Mr. King die from? asked a simple neighbor. From a mix of health issues, replied his friend. How would you define a mix, my good man? He died, the other responded, due to two doctors, a pharmacist, and a surgeon.
1278. Parson Hawkins passing the River Wye, to Biford, where he lived, had with him one Bartholomew Herring, who, being heavy laden, fell over the side of the boat into the river; Hawkins cried out, Save the man, save the man. Herring answered, Hold your tongue, am I not in my element!
1278. Parson Hawkins was crossing the River Wye to Biford, where he lived, accompanied by Bartholomew Herring, who was heavily loaded and fell over the side of the boat into the river. Hawkins shouted, "Save the man, save the man." Herring replied, "Shut up, am I not in my element!"
1279. Serjeant Hoskins having married an old widow, and being asked by a companion of his, Why he did not marry a young woman? answered, He had a maxim for it in his accidence, In legendis veteribus proficiscis, [In reading old authors thou dost profit.]
1279. Serjeant Hoskins, after marrying an elderly widow, was asked by a friend why he didn’t choose a younger woman. He replied that he had a principle for it from his studies: In legendis veteribus proficiscis, [In reading old authors thou dost profit.]
1280. A young man walking along Cheapside, espied a house shut up, with a bill over the door, showing that the house and shop were to be let. He asked a person at the next door, If the shop might be let alone? Yes, replied the other, you may let it alone, for anything I know.
1280. A young man walking along Cheapside noticed a shut-up house with a sign on the door saying the house and shop were for rent. He asked someone next door if the shop could be rented separately. "Yes," the other person replied, "you can rent it alone, as far as I know."
1281. A gownsman at Cambridge was once bargaining with Fordham for a horse; the latter was taken suddenly very ill and died; there were very few pounds between them in respect to the price. The gownsman, not knowing what had occurred, called next morning at the yard, and asked to see Mr. Fordham. Master, sir, said the ostler, is dead, but he left word you should have the horse.
1281. A student at Cambridge was once negotiating with Fordham for a horse; unfortunately, Fordham suddenly fell seriously ill and died. There was only a small difference in price between them. The student, unaware of what had happened, visited the yard the next morning and asked to see Mr. Fordham. The stableman replied, "Sir, he has passed away, but he left word that you should have the horse."
1282. A caravan of wild beasts arriving lately in an American village, the elephant was accommodated in a large carriage-house—where, it appeared, a tall two-fisted negro from the country, who had never seen or heard of an elephant, had lain down to sleep. On waking, blacky was not a little astonished at his strange bed-[258]fellow. What could it be? The devil! The huge mass moved, when lo, a tail at both ends put an end to all doubt, and, with one despairing leap, he was out of the loft window, without once calculating upon the chance of breaking his neck. In the fulness of his astonishment and joy at his escape, he could tell no more of the occasion of his alarm, than of a devil with two tails, and describe in his best way, an extending, contracting, flexible tail, that no distance could secure you from.
1282. A caravan of wild animals recently arrived in an American village, and the elephant was placed in a large carriage house—where, it turned out, a tall, strong Black man from the country, who had never seen or heard of an elephant, had lay down to sleep. When he woke up, he was quite astonished to find such a strange bedfellow. What could it be? The devil! The massive creature moved, and suddenly a tail at both ends cleared up any doubt. With one frantic leap, he jumped out of the loft window without even thinking about the risk of breaking his neck. Overwhelmed by his astonishment and joy at escaping, he could only describe his fright as encountering a devil with two tails and tried to explain what seemed like a long, flexible tail that no distance could protect him from.
1283. The following anecdote is related of Lessing, the German author, who, in his old age, was subject to extraordinary fits of abstraction. On his return home one evening, after he had knocked at his door, the servant looked out of the window to see who was there; not recognizing his master in the dark, and mistaking him for a stranger, he called out, The Professor is not at home. Oh, very well, replied Lessing, no matter, I will call another time; and very composedly walked away.
1283. Here's a story about Lessing, the German author, who, in his later years, often fell into deep thought. One evening, after he knocked on his door, the servant peeked out the window to see who it was; not recognizing his master in the dark and thinking he was a stranger, he shouted, "The Professor is not at home." "Oh, that's fine," replied Lessing, "I’ll come back another time," and he calmly walked away.
1284. A young clergyman finding it impossible to provide for his family with his very slender income, wrote to his friend—Dear Frank, I must part with my living to save my life.
1284. A young clergyman, struggling to support his family on his meager income, wrote to his friend—Dear Frank, I have to give up my position to survive.
1285. A bookseller in Paris being lately asked for a copy of the ‘Constitution of 1814,’ replied—Sir, I keep no periodicals.
1285. A bookseller in Paris was recently asked for a copy of the ‘Constitution of 1814,’ and he replied, “Sir, I don’t carry any periodicals.”
1286. A lecturer on the history of chemistry, thus described the celebrated Mr. Boyle: He was a great man, a very great man; he was father of modern chemistry, and brother of the Earl of Cork.
1286. A lecturer on the history of chemistry described the famous Mr. Boyle like this: He was a remarkable man, truly exceptional; he is considered the father of modern chemistry and was the brother of the Earl of Cork.
A Receipt to make an Epigram.
A Recipe for Creating an Epigram.
BY LORD HERVEY.
BY LORD HERVEY.
On Ben Jonson’s Bust set up in Westminster Abbey, with the buttons on the wrong side of his coat.
On Ben Jonson’s bust placed in Westminster Abbey, with the buttons on the wrong side of his coat.
BY THE REV. SAMUEL WESLEY.
BY REV. SAMUEL WESLEY.
On Quin’s comparing Garrick to Whitfield, and complaining, that the people were madding it after him.
On Quin comparing Garrick to Whitfield and complaining that people were crazy over him.
BY G—CK.
BY G—CK.
On Miss Biddy Floyd. BY DEAN SWIFT.
About Miss Biddy Floyd. BY DEAN SWIFT.
On the Gravestone of a Blacksmith, buried in Chester Church-yard.
On the gravestone of a blacksmith, buried in Chester churchyard.
On a Monument intended to be erected for Mr. Rowe, by his Widow.
On a monument meant to be built for Mr. Rowe, by his wife.
Written before Mr. Dryden’s was set up.
Written before Mr. Dryden’s was established.
BY MR. POPE.
BY MR. POPE.
On Maids.
About Maids.
On Giles Jacob, the Poet. BY DR. SEWELL.
On Giles Jacob, the Poet. BY DR. SEWELL.
BY DEAN SWIFT.
BY DEAN SWIFT.
Translated from BUCHANAN.
Translated from BUCHANAN.
Beginning, Pauper eram juvenis, &c.
Starting, I was a youth, &c.
On a Company of bad Dancers to good Music. BY MR. BUDGELL.
On a Group of Bad Dancers to Good Music. BY MR. BUDGELL.
The Lover’s Legacy.
The Lover's Legacy.
The Scotch Weather-Wife.
The Scottish Weather-Wife.
On Milton. BY MR. DRYDEN.
About Milton. BY MR. DRYDEN.
Written, in the leaves of a Fan.
Written on the leaves of a fan.
BY DR. ATTERBURY, A LATE BISHOP OF ROCHESTER.
BY DR. ATTERBURY, A FORMER BISHOP OF ROCHESTER.
Written in Miss F——’s Pew at I—— Church.
Written in Miss F——’s Pew at I—— Church.
[D] The Minister.
The Minister.
The Lucky Man. BY MR. WELSTED.
The Lucky Man. BY MR. WELSTED.
To Mr. T—d, on his complimenting Mr. F—de on his Poetry.
To Mr. T—d, for complimenting Mr. F—de on his poetry.
On a handsome Woman, with a fine voice, but very covetous and proud.
On a beautiful woman, with a lovely voice, but very greedy and arrogant.
Venus mistaken. BY MR. PRIOR.
Venus misidentified. BY MR. PRIOR.
Epitaph on Mr. Harcourt’s Tomb. BY MR. POPE.
Epitaph on Mr. Harcourt’s Tomb. BY MR. POPE.
Prometheus ill-painted. BY MR. COWLEY.
Prometheus poorly depicted. BY MR. COWLEY.
On a Lady who pretended to tell Fortunes. BY MR. MOTTLEY.
About a Lady Who Pretended to Tell Fortunes. BY MR. MOTTLEY.
The Cure of Love.
The Healing Power of Love.
Epitaph on an unknown Person.
Headstone of an unknown person.
Epitaph.
Memorial.
In a window of a room in the Tower of London is written;
On a window in a room at the Tower of London, it says;
R. Walpole, 1712.
R. Walpole, 1712.
Underneath that, are the following lines:
Below that, are the following lines:
The Artist. BY MR. CONCANEN.
The Artist. BY MR. CONCANEN.
Epitaph on a talkative old Maid.
Epitaph on a chatty old Maid.
A Simile.
A Simile.
The disappointed Husband.
The letdown Husband.
Mulieri ne crede, ne mortuæ quidem.
Don't trust women, not even when they're dead.
On a Robbery.
About a Robbery.
On Suicide: from MARTIAL. BY MR. SEWELL.
On Suicide: from MARTIAL. BY MR. SEWELL.
A Dialogue between two very bad Poets. BY MR. CONCANEN.
A Conversation between two really terrible Poets. BY MR. CONCANEN.
[E] Savage.
__A_TAG_PLACEHOLDER_0__ Savage.
[F] Mitchel.
__A_TAG_PLACEHOLDER_0__ Mitchel.
To a Painter drawing a Lady’s Picture. BY MR. DENNIS.
To a Painter drawing a Lady’s Picture. BY MR. DENNIS.
[G] Salmoneus.
__A_TAG_PLACEHOLDER_0__ Salmoneus.
The Choice.
The Decision.
On a certain Writer.
About a specific writer.
On a Flower painted by Varelst. BY MR. PRIOR.
On a Flower painted by Varelst. BY MR. PRIOR.
An Epitaph on Little Stephen, a noted Fiddler in the County of Suffolk.
An Epitaph on Little Stephen, a famous Fiddler in Suffolk County.
On Giles and Joan.
About Giles and Joan.
To a Sempstress.
To a Seamstress.
On a Certain Poet.
About a Certain Poet.
A Distich, written under the sign of the King’s Head and Bell in Dublin, at the host’s request.
A couplet, written under the sign of the King’s Head and Bell in Dublin, at the host's request.
BY DEAN SWIFT.
BY DEAN SWIFT.
On seeing a Miser at Vauxhall Gardens.
On seeing a Miser at Vauxhall Gardens.
To a Lady who had very bad teeth.
To a Lady who had really bad teeth.
On an old Maid’s Marriage.
On an Old Maid's Marriage.
A Cure for Love.
A Remedy for Love.
Under the Picture of a Beau.
Under the Picture of a Stylish Guy.
On a Gentleman drinking the Health of an unkind Mistress.
On a Guy toasting to the health of a cruel Girlfriend.
On a Prize-Fighter.
On a Boxer.
The Penance.
The Atonement.
On a Gentleman who died the day after his Lady.
About a gentleman who passed away the day after his lady.
On a Welchman.
About a Welsh person.
The Fate of Poets.
The Destiny of Poets.
On an old Woman with false Hair.
About an old woman with fake hair.
On another old Woman. BY MR. PRIOR.
On another old Woman. BY MR. PRIOR.
An Epitaph.
A Epitaph.
On an ugly old Woman in the Dark. FROM MARTIAL.
On an ugly old Woman in the Dark. FROM MARTIAL.
On a beautiful and ingenious young Lady.
About a beautiful and clever young woman.
To a Lady who married her Footman. COLONEL P——.
To a Lady who married her Footman. COL. P——.
On stealing a Pound of Candles.
On stealing a pound of candles.
On a very plain Lady, that patched much.
About a very plain lady who relied a lot on makeup.
The Dart.
The Dart.
To L——, the Miser.
To L——, the Scrooge.
On Jealousy. BY A LADY.
On Jealousy. BY A WOMAN.
On Julia’s throwing a Snow-Ball.
About Julia’s throwing a snowball.
To Zelinda.
To Zelinda.
Occasioned by seeing some verses on Cælia, written on a pane of Glass.
Inspired by reading some lines about Cælia, written on a windowpane.
On a Riding-House turned into a Chapel. BY MR. FARQUHAR.
On a Riding-House turned into a Chapel. BY MR. FARQUHAR.
On Chloe.
About Chloe.
Written extempore, on the Duke of Devonshire’s House at Chatsworth.
Written spontaneously, on the Duke of Devonshire’s House at Chatsworth.
And thus translated by COLLEY CIBBER, ESQ.
And thus translated by COLLEY CIBBER, ESQ.
On the Clare-market and other Orators.
On the Clare Market and Other Speakers.
The Numskull.
The Idiot.
Sylvia.
Sylvia.
On a Painter, who stabbed a man fastened to a Cross, that he might draw the picture of the Crucifixion more naturally.
About a painter who stabbed a man nailed to a cross so he could illustrate the Crucifixion more realistically.
On a handsome Idiot. BY MR. CONGREVE.
On a Handsome Idiot. BY MR. CONGREVE.
On a dumb Boy, very beautiful, and of great quickness of parts.
About a dumb boy, who is very handsome and incredibly quick-witted.
WRITTEN BY A LADY.
WRITTEN BY A WOMAN.
Written on the Chamber Door of King Charles II.
Written on the Chamber Door of King Charles II.
BY THE EARL OF ROCHESTER.
BY THE EARL OF ROCHESTER.
Mankind Punished.
Humanity Punished.
To a young Gentleman who loved to drive hard with a sorry pair of Horses.
To a young man who loved to drive fast with a poor pair of horses.
BY MR. PRIOR.
BY MR. PRIOR.
Solid Worth in a Wife.
True Value in a Wife.
Epitaph on a Miser.
Epitaph for a Miser.
On a crooked Woman.
About a dishonest woman.
Phillis’s Age.
Phillis’s Age.
On Timothy Mum, a Tapster.
About Timothy Mum, a Bartender.
On seeing an engraved Portrait of the late Dr. Cheyne ill done.
On seeing a poorly done engraved portrait of the late Dr. Cheyne.
On the death of Mary, Countess of Pembroke.
On the death of Mary, Countess of Pembroke.
To a bad Fiddler.
To a terrible fiddler.
Written on a Glass with the Earl of Chesterfield’s diamond pencil.
Written on a glass with the Earl of Chesterfield’s diamond pencil.
The real Affliction.
The real struggle.
To an old Woman who used Paint.
To an older woman who used makeup.
To Flirtilla.
To Flirtilla.
On a picture of Mrs. Arabella Hunt, drawn playing on a lute, after her death.
In a portrait of Mrs. Arabella Hunt, depicted playing the lute, after her passing.
On a Bursar of a certain college in Oxford cutting down the Trees near the said college for his own use.
Regarding a bursar at a certain college in Oxford who is cutting down the trees near the college for his personal use.
On the death of Mrs. B——, who died soon after her marriage.
After Mrs. B—— passed away, shortly after getting married.
The Emperor Adrian’s Death-bed Verses to his Soul imitated.
The Emperor Adrian’s Death-bed Verses to his Soul copied.
To Celia, with a Snuff-box, having a Looking-Glass in the Lid.
To Celia, with a Snuff-Box that has a Mirror in the Lid.
To Oliver Cromwell.
To Oliver Cromwell.
Inscription for a Fountain, adorned with Queen Anne’s and the late Duke of Marlborough’s Images, and the chief Rivers of the World round the work.
Inscription for a Fountain, featuring images of Queen Anne and the late Duke of Marlborough, along with the main rivers of the world surrounding the structure.
On Blood’s stealing the Crown.
On Blood stealing the Crown.
A Declaration of Love.
A Love Declaration.
Written in the ‘Nouveaux Intérêts des Princes de l’Europe.’
Written in the 'New Interests of the Princes of Europe.'
On Snuff.
About Snuff.
On a Fan, in which was painted the story of Cephalus and Procris, with this motto, Aura veni.
On a fan, which featured the story of Cephalus and Procris, with this motto, Breeze, come.
The advantage of having two Physicians.
The benefit of having two doctors.
The following Lines were found among Mr. Pope’s Papers in his own Hand-writing.
The following lines were found among Mr. Pope’s papers in his own handwriting.
On an old Miser.
About a stingy old man.
On a Grave-stone in Cirencester Church-Yard.
On a Grave Stone in Cirencester Church Yard.
Dean Swift being sent for by the Lord Carteret, then Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, and being made to wait in the Council Chamber alone, wrote with a Diamond on the Window—
Dean Swift was summoned by Lord Carteret, who was then the Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, and while waiting alone in the Council Chamber, he wrote with a diamond on the window—
My Lord coming soon after into the room, wrote under it thus:
My Lord came into the room shortly after and wrote underneath it like this:
Epitaph on Mr. Fenton.
Epitaph for Mr. Fenton.
The Petition of Justice B——ns’s Horse, to his Grace the Duke of N——.
The Petition of Justice B——ns’s Horse, to his Grace the Duke of N——.
Epitaph on Cardinal Richelieu.
Epitaph for Cardinal Richelieu.
A Caveat to the Fair Sex.
A Warning to Women.
Fast and Loose.
Casual and carefree.
Marriage.
Marriage.
Rhymes given by Miss —— and filled up by the HON. AND REV. MR. A——N.
Rhymes provided by Miss —— and completed by the Rev. Hon. Mr. A——N.
Epitaph in Stepney Church-Yard.
Epitaph in Stepney Cemetery.
On Wine.
About Wine.
A Drunken Man.
A Drunk Man.
To a Lady that Painted.
To a Woman Who Painted.
To the Painter of a Lady’s Portrait.
To the Painter of a Woman’s Portrait.
Take care of the Pence.
Take care of the Pence.
A new Fire Escape.
A new fire escape.
On a Miser.
About a Scrooge.
Lines written in a Lady’s Album.
Lines written in a Lady’s Album.
Lines written under the foregoing.
Lines written below this.
From a Tombstone in Ballyporeen Church-yard.
From a Tombstone in Ballyporeen Churchyard.
A Cure for Love.
A Cure for Love.
The Cynic’s Home.
The Cynic's Pad.
On a Flatterer.
About a Flatterer.
On the Gout.
About Gout.
To a Man with a long Nose.
To a Man with a Long Nose.
On a Morose Man.
On a Gloomy Man.
On the Statue of an Ox.
On the Statue of an Ox.
On Bentley, Milton’s Critic.
On Bentley, Milton's Reviewer.
On the inimitable Miss Steele, eldest daughter of Sir Richard Steele, afterwards the Right Hon. Lady Trevor.
On the one-of-a-kind Miss Steele, the oldest daughter of Sir Richard Steele, later known as the Right Hon. Lady Trevor.
BY MR. PHILLIPS.
BY MR. PHILLIPS.
Franconian Proverbs—(From the German.)
Franconian Proverbs—(Translated from German.)
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Transcriber’s Notes
Original spelling has been retained, unless it’s clearly a printer’s error. The following changes have been made:
Original spelling has been kept, unless it's obviously a printer's mistake. The following updates have been made:
Jest 76: or causing any beacon to be fired (be added)
Jest 351 was numbered 451 — this is corrected.
Jest 632: in sending him a message (original: messuage)
Jest 674: if we fight, according to all appearances (original: apearances)
Jest 714: Look if there be not a hole in the bottom (original: whole).
Jest 76: or having any beacon set off (be added)
Jest 351 was numbered 451 — this is corrected.
Jest 632: in sending him a message (original: messuage)
Jest 674: if we fight, based on all appearances (original: apearances)
Jest 714: Check if there’s a hole in the bottom (original: whole).
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