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to carry their heads on one side when they came into the presence. One who thought to outshine the whole court, carried his head so over-complaisantly, that this martial prince gave him so great a box on the ear, as set all the heads of the Court upright.

This humour takes place in our minds as well as bodies. I know at this time a young gentleman, who talks atheistically all day in coffeehouses, and in his degrees of understanding sets up for a freethinker; though it can be proved upon him, he says his prayers every morning and evening.

Of the like turn are all your marriage-haters, who rail at the noose, at the words, for ever and ave," and at the same time are secretly Fining for some young thing or other that makes their hearts ache by her refusal. The next to these, are such as pretend to govern their wives, and boast how ill they use them; when, at the same time, go to their houses, and you shall see. them step as if they feared making a noise, and are as fond as an alderman. I do not know, but sometimes these pretences may arise from a desire to conceal a contrary defect than they set up for. I remember, when I was a young fellow, we had a companion of a very fearful complexion, who, when we sat in to drink, would desire us to take his sword from him when he grew fuddled, for it was his misfortune to be quarrelsome.

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man's flame.

Whoe'er thou art that read'st these moral rhymes,
Make love at home, and go to bed betimes.

COPY OF A LETTER OF APPLICATION FROM A
SHOEMAKER'S WIFE, TO A CUSTOMER OF

HER DECEASED HUSBAND.
Madam,-My husband is dead, but that is no-
thing at all; for Thomas Wild, our journeyman
will keep doing for me the same as he did before
and he can work a great deal better than he did
poor man, at the last, as I have experience of
because of his age and ailment; so I hope fo
your ladyship's custom. From your humble ser
vant,
ANN R

THE BISHOP AND THE PEASANT,

A German clown, at work in his field, seein his bishop pass by, attended by a train becomin a peer, he could not forbear laughing, and that loud, that the reverend gentleman asked the re son of it. The clown answered;"I laugh wh I think of St. Peter and St. Paul, and see you such an equipage."-" How is that?" said the 1 shop. Do you ask how?" said the fello

As the desire of fame in men of true wit and They were ill-advised to walk alone du f gallantry shews itself in proper instances, the throughout the world, when they were the he same desire in men who have the ambition with of the Christian church, and lieutenants of Je out proper faculties, runs wild, and discovers Christ, the king of kings; and thou, who art o itself in a thousand extravagances, by which they our bishop, go so well mounted, as to have sur would signalize themselves from others, and gain a train of Hectors, that thou resemblest more ap zet of admirers When I was a middle-aged man, of the realm, than a pastor of the church.” there were many societies of ambitious young men this his reverence replied, “But, my friend, i in England, who, in their pursuits after fame, dost not consider that I am both a count a were every night employed in roasting porters, baron, as well as thy bishop." The rustic la smoking cobbiers, knocking down watchmen, more than before; and the bishop asking hà.. overturning constables, breaking windows, reason of it, he answered, “Sir, when the e blackening sign-po-ts, and the like immortal en-aud the baron, which you say you are, shall texprizes. hell, where will the bishop bel"

TYTHE IN KIND, OR THE SOW'S REVENGE.
Not far from London liv'd a boor,
Who fed three dozen hogs, or more;
Alike remote from care and strife,
He crack'd his joke, and lov'd his wife.
Madge, like all women, foud of sway,
Was pleas'd whene'er she had her way
And (wives will think I deal in fiction)
Bot seldom met with contradiction:
Then, stubborn as the swine she fed,
She neither would be driv'n nor led;
And Goodman Hodge, who knew her whim,
Was kind, nor row'd against the stream.
Subdu'd by Nature's primal law,
Young sows are ever in the straw;
Each week (so genial fate decreed)
Produc'd a new and numerous breed.
Whene'er they came, sedate and kind,
The vicar was not far behind;

Of pigs the worth and prime he knew,
And, parson like, would have his due.
He watch'd the hour with anxious ken
His heart grew warm at number ten;
The younger pigs he vowed the sweeter,
And scarce allowed them time to litter.
One morn, with smile aud bow polite,
From Hodge he claim'd his custom'd right;
Bat first enquired, in accents mild,
Wow far'd the darling wife and child:
How apples, pears, and turnips grew,'
And if the ale were old or new.
Hodge, who from custom took the hint,
ew 'twas in vain a priest to stint;
ed, whilst his rev'rence took his swig,
Badge stepp'd aside, and brought the pig.
Hmmph!" cried the parson," let us see
sfering to the church and me;
far, my friend, 'twill never do;

luks 'tis lean and sickly too.
Te out of mind 't has been confess'd,
Parsons should ever claim the best."

said, he eye'd it o'er and o'er ;
p'd, set his wig, and all but swore.

"Such pig for me; why, man alive,
Ne'er from this moment hope to thrive ;
Think you for this I preach and pray?
Hence! bring me better tythes, I say."

Hodge heard, and, tho' by nature warm,
Replied," kind sir, I meant no harm;
Since what I proffer you refuse,
The stye is open, pick and chuse."
Pleas'd with the offer, in he goes-
His heart with exultation glows;
He rolls his eye, his lips he licks,
And scarce can tell on which to fix;
At length he cries," Heaven save the king!
This rogue in black is just the thing!
Hence shall I gain a rich regale!"
Nor more, but seiz'd it by the tail.
Loud squeak'd the pig; the sow was near-
The piercing sound assail'd her ear;
Eager to save her darling young,
Fierce on the bending priest she sprung,
Full in the mire his reverence cast,
Then seiz'd his breech and held him fast

The parson roar'd, surpris'd to find A foe so desperate close behind; On Hodge, on Madge, he calls for aid, But both were deaf to all he said. The scene a numerous circlé draws, Who hail the sow with loud applause; Pleas'd they beheld his rev'rence writhe, And swore 'twas fairly tythe for tythe. "Tythe!" cried the parson, " Tythe, d'ye say. See here one half is rent away!"

The case, 'tis true, was most forlorn; His gown, bis wig, his breech was torn ; And, what the mildest priest might ruffle, The pig was lost amidst the scuшe.

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Give, give me which you please," he cried Nay, pick and choose," still Hodge replied. "Choose! honest friend; alas! but how? Heaven shield me from your murdering sow. When tythes invite, in spite of foes,

I dare take Satan by the nose!

Like Theseus, o'er the Styx I'd venture;
But who that dreadful stye would enter?'

dare!"

Yet, whilst there's hope the prize to win,
By Heav'n to leave it were a sin."
This said, he arms his breast with rage,
And half resolves the foet' engage.
Spite of the parson's angry mood,
The fearless sow collected stood;
And seem'd to wait the proffer'd war,
With" touch them scoundrel, if you
His last resource the parson tries;
Hems, strokes his chin, and gravely cries-
"Ye swains, support your injur'd priest
Secure the pig, and share the feast."
Staunch to his friend was every swain ;
Strange tho' it seem, the bribe was vain;
And Hodge, who saw them each refuse,
Exclaim'd in triumph," Pick and choose !"
The parson's heart grew warm with ire;
Yet pride forbade him to retire.
What numbers can his spleen declare,
Denied, for once, his darling fare!
How shall be meet the dreadful frown
Of madam in the grogram gown;
Who, eager for her promis'd treat,
Already turns the useless spit?
"Wretch !" he exclaims, with voice profound,
Can no remorse thy conscience wound?
May all the woes th' ungodly dread,
Fall thick on thy devoted head!
May'st thou in every wish be cross'd;
May all thy hoarded wealth be lost!
May'st thou on weeds and offals dine,'
Nor ale, nor pudding, e'er be thine!"

Hodge, who with laughter held his sides,
The parson's wrath in sport derides:
"No time in idle preaching lose;
The stye is open-pick and choose ;"
Loud plaudits rose from every tongue;
Heaven's concave with the clamours rung
Impatient of the last huzza,

The tytheless parson sneak'd away.

COURT AND CITY FOOLS.

The last of the licenced fools belonging to the court was Killigrew, jester to Charles the Second.

The lord-mayor of London had his fool too! hence the expression the lord-mayor's fool, who likes every thing that is good.' At the beginning of the last century, one of these city drolls jumped into a custard,' for the entertainment of the citizens !

A WIFE'S SORROW.

At the marriage of Louis the Sixteenth with Antoinette, in 1770, a dreadful accident occurred, by which a thousand people lost their lives. Among them was one Legros, a lady's hairdresser, of much fame. The wife of Legros went to the field of the slain about three o'clock in the morning, when some one began telling her the fate of her husband in as tender a manner as pos sible. "Tis very well," said she, but I mus feel in his pockets for the keys of the house, o else I cannot get in ;" and, so saying, this dis consolate widow went quietly home to her bed.

CLERICAL LEARNING,

In 1443, Dr. Thomas Gascoigne was chancell of Oxford. He seems to have deeply felt t then conducted; for he thus expresses himself: profligacy with which ecclesiastical affairs wo "I knew a certain illiterate ideot, the son of mad knight; who, for being the companion, rather the fool, of the sons of a great family the blood-royal, was made arch-deacon of Oxf before he was eighteen years old, and got s after two rich rectories and twelve prebends ! asked him, one day, what he thought of learni I despise it;' said he. 'I have better livi than you great doctors, and believe as muc any of you,'--' What do you believe?" said 'I believe,' said he,' that there are three in one person. I believe all that God believe REASON WHY WOMEN HAVE NO BEARD Nature, regardful of the babbling race, Planted no beard upon a woman's face; Not Packwood's razors, though the very Could shave a chip that never is at rest.

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THE HOLY SHEPHERD.

THE SILENT HUSBAND

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The late M. de Glermont Tonnere, the proud Madame Geoffrin had a husband, who was perbishop of Noyon, when preaching in his cathe-mitted to sit down at his own table to dinner, at dral, was once heard thus to commence his ser- the end of the table, upon condition that he never mon: Listen, thou christian mob, (canaille,) to the attempted to join in the conversation. word of the Lord. At another time, when disturbed reigner, who was assiduous in his visits to Maby the whispers of the inattentive, while he was dame Geoffrin, one day, not seeing him as usual celebrating mass, he turned towards the assembly, at table, enquired after him:-" What have you crying out, Really, gentlemen, judging by the noise done with the poor man whom I always used to with which you fill the church, one would conclude see here, and who never spoke a word ?”—“Oh, that it was a lackey, and not a prelate of rank, who that was my husband; he is dead!" efficiated. It was this bishop, who, when seized with a dangerous illness, sent for his confessor, and made known to him his fears of hell. This courtly priest replied, "You are very good, my lord, thus gratuitously to terrify yourself; but God will think of it twice before he damns a person of your high birth."

THE OLD COQUETTE.—IMITATED FROM
HORACE.

A truce with your infamous labours, old Bet;
Good God! turn'd of fifty, and still a coquette!
Your dear, precious soul, rather study to save,
Than think of new victories-think of your grave;
Nor intrude on the girls with your Gothic flirta-
tions,

THE PRIESTLY JONAH,

It blew a hard storm, and, in utmost confusion,
The sailors all hurried to get absolution;
Which done, and the weight of the sins they'd con-
fess'd,

Transferr'd, as they thought, from themselves to
the priest,

To lighten the ship, and conclude their devotion,
They toss'd the poor parson souse into the ocean.

OTAHEITAN CONVERSION.

Among the savages of the South-Sea Islands, Jorgensen, in his Account of the State of Christianity in Otaheite, speaks of Otoo, king of Uliteeah, who came on board, and, putting on a most sanctified face, said, "Master Christ very good, very fine fellow, me love him like my own brother, give me one glass of brandy." His mabe-jesty's desires, however, increased glass after

all spreading a cloud o'er their gay constel-
lations.

'Tis Chloe's to sport in the pale of fiftee: ;
Bat from her years to yours count the season

tween.

Your daughter more decently rattles away,
le & crowd of gallants, at the ball or the play;
Tha youth of her age her soft bosom has fir'd;
And she sports like a kid or Bacchante inspir'd.
Not the rich folding train, nor the plumy balloon,
becomes an old woman whom lovers disown;
All music is discord attun'd to thy tongue;
Thee for roses, perfumes, nor cosmetics, wash

young;

Not wine, purple wine, that enlivens the gay,
Lan avail an old woman so wrinkled and grey.

glass, till at length he became noisy, and swore he would recant all he had said, if they did not give him more brandy. He was refused; and then, breaking out into the most horrid impreca tions, jumped overboard, swearing and swimming to the shore.

ON A CLUB OF SOTS.

The jolly members of a toping club,
Like pipestaves, are but hoop'd into a tub;
And in a close confederacy link,

For nothing else, but only to hold drink.

ADVANTAGES OF BEING IN DEBT,

Sam Foote clearly demonstrated the advantages of not paying our debts. This, says he, however, presupposes a person to be a man of fortune, otherwise he would not gain credit. It is the art of living without money. It saves the trouble and expense of keeping accounts; and it also makes other people work, in order to give ourselves repose. It prevents the cares and embarrassments of riches. It checks avarice, and encourages generosity; as people are most commonly more liberal of others' goods than of their own; while it possesses that genuine spark of primitive Christianity which would inculcate a constant communion of all property. In short, it draws on us the inquiries and attentions of the world while we live, and makes us sincerely regretted when we die.

DESCRIPTION OF HOLLAND.

A country that draws fifty feet of water,
In which men live, as in the bold of nature;
And when the sea does in upon them break,
And drown a province, do but spring a lake;
That always ply the pump, and never think
They can be safe, but at the rate they stink;
That live, as if they had been run aground,
And, when they die, are cast away and drown'd;
That dwell in ships, like swarms of rats, and prey
Upon the goods all nations' fleets convey,
And, when their merchants are blown up and
crack'd,

Whole towns are cast away in storms, and wreck'd;

That feed, like cannibals, on other fishes,
And serve their cousin-germans up in dishes;
A land, that rides at anchor, and is moor'd;
In which they do not live, but go aboard.

HENRY THE FIFTH.

Lloyd very neatly says of Henry the Fifth, that he had something of Cæsar in him, which Alexander the Great had not-that he would not be drunk; and something of Alexander the Great that Cæsar had not--that he would not be flattered!

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If this we see be bread, how can it last,
So constantly consum'd, yet always here?
If this be God, then how can it appear
Bread to the eye, and seem bread to the taste?
If bread, why is it worshipp'd by the baker?
If God, can such a space a God comprise?
If bread, how is it, it confounds the wise?
If God, how is it that we eat our Maker?
If bread, what good can such a morsel do?
If God, how is it we divide it so ?

If bread, such saving virtue could it give?
Lf God, how can I see and touch it thus?
If bread, how could it come from heav'n to us
If God, how can I look at it and live?

DIGNITY OF AN ELECTOR.

The title of elector is useful beyond its foreig meaning, An Englishman travelling throug Germany, having presented himself at the gate a German city, was desired, in the usual mance to describe himself. "I am," said he, 4. an ele tor of Middlesex." The Germans, who hold t diguity of elector as next in rank to that of kin and knew little or nothing of the English ti and rank, immediately opened their gates, a the guard turned out, and did him military nours!

A SWINDLING MUSICIAN.

His time was short, his touch was neat,
Our gold he freely fingered,
Alert alike with hands and feet,

His movements have not linger'd.
But where's the wonder of the case,
A moment's thought detects it,
His practice has been thorough bass,
A chord will be his exit,

Yet while we blame his basty flight,
Our censure may be rash,
A traveller is surely right
To change his notes for cash.

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