To me and my foreman's attendance for three days, making inquiry for a good craft, when we found one with great difficulty, the rest having gone to the Plant ations To three several attendances to fit them on, when your honour was not at home 28. Attending twice this day to try them GE, but they did not fit Drawing out this bill and fair copy 03 4 4 100 0 13 4 2 £6 12 0 Mr. Termfee, this is my bill, and I have had it settled by the master of our company. A BORE. I am, yours, HUNTINGTON AND PRIESTLEY. Timothy Priestley was one of Huntington's bitterest antagonists. He and the S. S. had met in private life, and, as it seems, upon amicable, if not fraternal terms. Timothy, however, gave offence by opposing Antino mianism in a treatise called "The Christian's Looking Glass, or the Timorous Soul's Guide; being a description of the work of the Holy Spirit upon the heart intended for the relief of the Disconsolate." 1 10 0 The reply to this was sent forth under a title in the genuine old fashion of puritanical polemics—“ The Barber; or Timothy Priestley shaved, as reflected from his own Looking Glass. The Operator, William Huntington, S. S." The texts also, which were affixed as mottos, were selected in the same temper : "Thou son of man, take thee a sharp knife, take thee a barber's razor." Ezekiel, v. 1. "And the Lord shall shave with a razor the head, and the hair of the feet, and it shall consume the beard." The reply itself was in the Martin Marprelate style which such a title indicates. The Coalheaver had treated Rowland Hill with some degree of deference, but in engaging with Timothy Priestley, he laid aside all enWhatever is odious and disagreeable, however cumbrances of courtesy or decorum, and closed with sful and right, constitutes a bore-a great bure him at once for a rough-and-tumble. All wise peruncommon bore-a horrid bore-an intolerable sons were at a loss, he said, whether to call his proand d-lish bore. To bore; to tease incessantly ductions the effects of insanity, or intoxication: "but to torrent-to weary or worry. Thus your "mere for his own part, if he might be allowed "to give his ematician," whom Sir Thomas Overbury, in his judgment, as one that had obtained mercy of the "Characters," defines, an intelligible Asse!" will Lord to be faithful," he believed they were a combore you over a bottle with Newton's Principia. position of both.` This Timothy," said he, Bet the most boring of all animals is what is called snake in the grass; he is rotten at bottom and empty fax, one who will stick closer than a brother. It throughout; but by the help of God I will uncase has been proved by quotation from Shakspeare, that him, and expose his secret treasures' of darkness. e word bore, in the above sense, is not peculiar Blessed be God, we are not ignorant of Satan's the moderns. In the historical play of Henry the devices; for there is no more imitation or comparison Lath, the Duke of Buckingham says to Norfolk, between the regenerating work of God in the soul, ading to Cardinal Wolsey, and the account of it in this book by Timothy Priestley, than between light and darkness, Christ and Belial. Satan is no more hid under the gown and wig of Timothy Priestley, than he was under the petticoat of the witch of Endor. The devil is the devil still, whether he comes in long clothing, a rough I read in his looks Matters against me, and his eye revil'd He bores me with some trick. 66 "is a BUCKS HAVE AT YE ALL. garment to deceive, or in the attire of a harlot. | the law, his intelligence was received with indigna Yea, the scripture character of him appears in this tion. "It was by this suit," exclaimed he, "that very book. It is his business to draw ignorant souls my father was enabled to provide for me, and to into sin, and then to father it upon the instruments portion your wife, and with the exercise of common instead of himself; and it is verified in this Looking prudence it would have furnished you with the means Glass Timothy Priestley's name stands affixed to of providing handsomely for your children and grandit, whereas any discerning Christian may see, with children." half an eye, that the devil, and none but the devil, was the sole and whole author of it." Timothy Priestley had said that the change in regeneration is "from darkness to light, from enmity to love, from sin to holiness, and from death to life." "All this," says the S. S." Tim took from my writings: I will not say he stole them, because it may be he bought the book. But I know my own doctrines, and I know they are badly applied here. How Tim's Christian should have light without the candle of the Lord searching the innermost parts of the belly; and how he should get love without dwelling in God and God dwelling in him, I know not; and how he should have life without the Lord of life and glory living in him, is what I cannot get at, and it is what Timothy cannot bring out. A sinner, sensibly in the tormenting hands of the devil, can no more fill his belly with Timothy's doctrines, which is nothing but the east wind, than the man in hell could satisfy his drought with devouring flames." ON AN IRISH MISER. Here crumbling lies, beneath this mould, THE LAW'S DELAY. Ye social friends of claret and of wit, No, dam'me! bucks exist but in a riot. Your bucks o' th' boxes sneer and talk aloud! fun? Tho' Shakspeare speaks-regardless of the play, Oh, dam'me, it's low-its vulgar-beneath us lads Your bucks o' th' pit are miracles of learning, The son-in-law of a chancery barrister having Who point out faults to show their own discerning; succeeded to the lucrative practice of the latter, came And critic-like bestriding martyr'd sense, one morning in breathless ecstasy to inform him that Proclaim their genius and vast consequence, he had succeeded in bringing nearly to its termi-The side long row, whose keener views of bliss, nation, a cause which had been pending in the court Are chiefly center'd in some favourite miss; of scruples for several years. Instead of obtaining A set of jovial bucks who here resort, the expected congratulations of the retired veteran of] Flush from the tavern, reeling ripe for sport, Wak'd from their dream oft join the gen'ral roar, Ye bucks above who range like gods at large, Whistle, off, off, off! Nosee, Roast Beef-there's education. Now I've explor'd this mimic world quite thro', A TRUE SPORTSMAN. Sheridan, a few years before his death, paid a visit to an old sportsman in the sister kingdom, at the commencement of the shooting season, and, in order to avoid the imputation of being an ignoramus, he was under the necessity of taking a gun, and at tre dawn of day, setting forth in pursuit of game. Lawilling to expose his want of skill, he took an pposite course to that of his friend, and was accom. panied by a game-keeper, provided with a bag to receive the birds which might fall victims to his attacks, and a pair of excellent pointers. The gamekeeper was a true Irishman, and possessed of all those arts which are known to belong to his countrymen: and thinking it imperative on him to be particularly attentive to his master's friend, he lost no opportunity In praising his powers. The first covey (and the birds were abundant) rose within a few yards of the states. man's nose, but the noise they made was so unexpected, that he waited till they were "out of harm's way" before he fired. Pat, who was on the look-out, expressed his surprise, and immediately observed, Faith, sir, I see you know what a gun is; it's well you was'nt nearer, or them chaps would be sorry you ever came into the country." Sheridan re-loaded, and went on, but his second shot was not more successful. "Oh!" cried Pat, "what an escape. I'll be bound you rumpled some of their feathers." The gun was loaded again, and on went our senator; but the third shot was as little effective as the two former. "Hah!" exclaimed Pat, although astonished at so palpable a miss, "I'll lay a thirteen you don't come near to us to-day again. Master was too near you to be pleasant." So he went on shot after shot, and always had something to say to console poor Sheridan, who was not a little amused with his ingenuity. At last, on their return home, without a bird in the bag, Sheridan perceived a covey quietly feeding on the other side of a hedge, and unwilling to give them a chance of flight, he resolved to have a slap at them on the ground. He did so; but to his mortification, they all flew away untouched. Pat, whose excuses were now almost exhausted, still had something to say, and he joyfully exclaimed, looking them lave that, any way!" and with this compliat Sheridan very significantly, "By J-s you made ment to his sportsmanlike qualities, Sheridan closed companion, and rewarding him with half-a crown for his morning's amusement, laughing heartily at his his patience and encouragement.— ENGLISH UNIVERSALITY. The Spaniard loves his ancient slop, 1 270 The Turk in linen wraps his head, The German loves his coney-wool, The Welsh his Monmouth loves to wear, And of the same will brag too. Some love the rough, and some the smooth. He loves to deal in all things. The Russ drinks quass; Dutch, Lubeck beer, The French affects the Orleans grape, The English none of these lets slip, But with them all makes merry. The Italian in her high chopine, No fashion, health, no wine, nor wench, CAMBRIDGE BEDMAKERS. In justice to This office is not confined to sex. the women, they have not only been reckoned adepts at making a bed, secundum artom, as the phrase isbut, when they have had a mind to it, have shown themselves very alert in helping to un-make the bed they have made, secundum naturam! Indeed, these their natural parts and endowments were at one time so notorious, or generally known, that, by a most mer ciless and unmanly decree of the senate, the whole sex was rusticated! "It is enacted, that no woman, of whatever age or condition, be permitted in any college to make any one's bed, or to go to the hall, kitchen, or buttery,: to carry the provision to any one's chamber, unless she be sent for as a nurse; which nurse must be of mature age, good fame, and either wife or widow; but upon no account young maids be permitted to attend the students' chambers." This statute was made in 1625. O tempora! O MULIERES! There is no scruple in the present Saturnian age, respecting the admission of " young maids" into "the students chambers." GAZETTED AND IN THE GAZETTE. These terms imply very different things. The so of a nobleman is gazetted, as a cornet in a regiment and all his friends rejoice, John Thomson is in th Gazette, and all his friends lament. BENEFITS OF MARRIAGE. Jacobus de Voragine, in twelve arguments, p thetic, succinct, and elegant, has described the bene fits of marriage, as follows: 1. Hast thou means? Thou hast one to keep an increase it. 2. Hast none? Thou hast one to help to get som 3. Art thou in prosperity? She doubles it. 4. Art in adversity? She'll comfort, assist, be part. 5. Art thou at home? She'll drive away mela choly. 6. Art thou abroad? She prays for thee, wish thee at home, welcomes thee with joy. 7. Nothing is delightsome alone. No society equal to marriage. 8. The bond of conjugal love is adamantine. 9. Kindred is increased, parents doubled, brother sisters, families, nephews. 10. Thou art a father by a legal and happy issue. 11. Barren matrimony is cursed by Moses. Hoy much more a single life! 12. If nature escape not punishment, thy will all not avoid it, as he sung it, that, without marriage, "Earth, air, sea, land, eftsoon will come to nought, LINES WRITTEN ON THE WINDOW OF AN IRISH INN. HOW TO BREAK ILL-NEWS Mr. G.-Ha! Jervas, how are you, my old boy? haw do things go on at home? Steward.-Bad enough, your honour. pie's dead. Mr. G.-Poor mag! so he is gone, be to die? The mag How came Steward.-Over-ate himself, sir. Mr. G.-Did he, faith! a greedy dog! Why, what did he get that he liked so well? Steward.--Horse-flesh, sir; he died of eating horse flesh! Mr. G.-How came he to get so much horse-flesh? Mr. G-To carry water! and what were they carrying water for? Steward.-Sure sir, to put out the fire. Mr. G.-Fire! what fire? Steward.-Oh, sir! your father's house is burnt down to the ground. Mr. G.-My father's house burnt down! and how came it set on fire? In Cambridge, this title is not confined to the dignitaries of the church; but port wine, made copiously potable by being mulled and burnt, with the addenda of roasted lemons all bristling like angry hedge-hogs (studded with cloves,) is dignified with the appellation of Bishop. Beneath some old oak, come and rest thee, my hearty; Our foreheads with roses, oh! let us entwine! And, inviting young Bacchus to be of the party, We'll drown all our troubles in oceans of wine! And, perfumed with Macassar or Otto of roses, We'll pass round the BISHOP, the spice-breathing cup, And take of that medicine such wit-breeding doses, We'll knock down the god, or he shall knock us up. HUNTINGTON'S LEATHER BREECHES. The remarkable circumstance which occurred cenSteward. I think, sir, it must have been the cerning a certain part of Huntington's dress, has torches-made the S. S. known beyond the little sphere of his own followers. Mr. G.-Torches ! what torches ? |