ladyship to intercede for me." The Protector turning to the young woman cried, "What's the meaning of this, hussey? Why do you refuse the honour Mr. White would do you? He is my friend, and I expect you should treat him as such." My lady's woman, who desired nothing more, with a very low courtesy, replied, "If Mr. White intends me that honour, I shall not be against him." Say you so, my lass?" cried Cromwell, call Godwyn; this business shall be done presently, before I go out of the room." Mr. White had gone too far to retreat; the parson came, and Jerry and my lady's woman were married in the presence of the Protector. 66 he was found guilty, and asked what he had to say why sentence should not be passed? "Me Lor, I vil trouble you attendez two tree vord vat I sal say. I French gentleman, I no understand vat you call de tief dis country. Mais I vil tell you tout d'affair, and you vil find dat I am innocent. Me Lor, I never tief a pig my life time." "Why, it was found upon you." "Oh, certainly, but I was take him vid his own consent." "How do you mean?" "Vy, ven I was see de mamma pig, and his childrens, I was very much in love vid dem; and dis little pig, look his face, I say, you pretty little fellow, will you come live vid me for one month? He says, a week! a week! So I have taken him for a week, dat's all." WATER DRINKING. A citizen's lady being once asked to drink a glass of wine, refused, because her physician had put her upon a regiment, which was to drink water. Then, madam, said a gentleman present, I presume you belong to the Cold-stream. GEORGE III. AND LORD BATEMAN. In March, 1781, lord Bateman waited upon the King, and with a very low bow, begged to know at what hour his majesty would please to have the stag hounds turned out. I cannot exactly answer that, replied the King, but I can inform you, that your lordship was turned out about two hours ago. The marquis Caermarthen succeeded him. THE PROGRESS OF PUPPYISM. Rough as his native clods, to town With hobnails fortified his feet, Now, station'd at a Ludgate door, Now vegetates a nobler tail, With golden girdle and cockade, And makes some ruin'd girl his wife. JOHN KEMBLE'S ONLY PUN. When it was understood that Sir James Lowther, afterwards Lord Lonsdale, was to be elevated to the peerage, as a reward for offering to furnish government with a seventy-four gun ship, completely equipped, at his own expense; a lady said to Mr. Kemble, "Dear me, sir, what a whimsical thing this seems altogether; I wonder what title they can give for supplying a ship; what can they call him, Mr. Kemble?" "Why, madam," replied Mr. Kemble, "I should think he will be called Lordship." Yet here you should stop-but your whimsical sex, THE COMPLIMENT RETURNED. " attentively. Soon after he felt him cut off the diamond buckle of his hat: he said not a word, but pretending to want something, he turned towards the sharper, and begged him to hold his cards. The count procured the sharpest knife he could get, which he hid under his cloak, and entered the room. The sharper, impatient to escape, rose to return the cards, but the count begged him to continue. In a few mihis ears, and cut it off; when holding it out to him, nutes after he came softly behind him, seized one of he said, "Here, sir, restore my buckle, and I will AN INSCRIPTION ON INSCRIPTIONS. The following lines were written on seeing a farrago of rhymes that had been scribbled with a dia An officer who was quartered in a country town, being once asked to a ball, was observed to sit sullen in a corner for some hours. One of the ladies pre-restore your ear." sent being desirous of rousing him from his reverie, accosted him with, "Pray, sir, are you not fond of dancing?"" I am very fond of dancing, madam,' was the reply. "Then why not ask some of the ladies that are disengaged to be your partner, and strike up?" "Why, madam, to be frank with you, I do not see one handsome woman in the room.""Sir, yours, et cætera," said the lady, and with a slight courtesy left him, and joined her companions, who asked her what had been her conversation with the captain. "It was too good to be repeated in prose," said she; "lend me a pencil, and I will try to give you the outline in rhyme." So sir, you rashly vow and swear, You'll dance with none that are not fair, Suppose we women should dispense Our hands to none but men of sense?" Suppose? well, madam, pray what then?" A COPPER CONSCIENCE. mond on the window of an inn. Ye who on windows thus prolong your shames, RIGHT OF PRECEDENCE. A highwayman and a chimney-sweeper were going to be hanged both together at Tyburn, the first for an exploit on the highway, the latter for a more ignoble robbery. The highwayman was dressed in scarlet, and mounted the cart with alacrity; the chimneysweeper followed him slowly. While the clergyman was praying with fervour, the gay robber was attentive; and the other approached near to his fellowsufferer to partake of the same benefit, but met with at some distance. But, forgetting this angry warna repulsive look from his companion, which kept him ing, he presumed still to come nearer; when the highwayman, with some disdain, said, " Keep farther off, can't you?" "Sir," replied the sweep, "I won't keep off; I have as much right to be here at you.” HEAR BOTH SIDES, OR CANDID SKETCHES OF CELEBRATED CHARACTERS. Writers. Homer, a great poet and a blind beggar. vention there as in a mirror. Now, whoever considers that the mirrors of the ancients were made of brass and fine mercurio, may presently apply the two principal qualifications of a true modern critic, and consequently always conclude that these have been Demosthenes, a man of amazing eloquence and and must be for ever the same. For brass is an cowardice. Sappho, an elegant poetess and harlot. Esop, a philosopher and lump of deformity. Herodotus, a beautiful historian and great liar. Aristotle, the prodigy of philosophy, who wrote without understanding himself. Virgil, a beautiful poet and abominable flatterer. Horace, an excellent lyric and satiric poet, who indulged in all the vices he satirized. Cicero, a philosopher and turncoat. Generals. Alexander, a great conqueror and drunkard. monger. Duke of Vendome, a hero and a sluggard. Shakspeare, first of poets and a deer-stealer. SWIFT'S DESCRIPTION OF A CRITIC. A true critic is a sort of a mechanic set up with a stock and tools for his trade, at as little expense as a tailor; and inded there is much analogy between the utensils and abilities of both: thus the tailor's hell is the type of a critic's common place book, and his wit and learning held forth by the goose: and it requires at least as many of the one to the making up of one scholar, as of the other to the composition of a man: also the valour of both is equal, and their weapons near of a size. Some account says, that the writings of critics are the mirrors of learning; by which we are to understand literally, that a writer should inspect into the books of the critics, and correct his in emblem of duration; and when it is skilfully burnished, will cast reflections from its own superficies, without any assistance of a mercury from behind. The true critics may be known by their talent of swarming about the noblest writers, to which they are carried merely by instinct, as a rat to the best cheese, or a wasp to the fairest flower. Lastly, I define a true critic to be, in the perusal of a book, like a dog at a feast, whose thoughts and stomach are wholly set upon what guests fling away, and consequently is apt to snarl most when there are the fewest bones. STROUD, ROCHESTER, AND CHATHAM. The people of Stroud Talk long, and talk loud, And herd in a crowd, Traducing their innocent neighbours; 'Midst the congress sits, And smiles on their scandalous labours. Where the publicans steal, Is dirty, base, long, foul, and slippery, In run muslin and second-hand frippery." Of specious renown, Full of tinkers and tailors, And slopmen and sailors, And magistrates who often blunder'd ; Coquettes without beauty, Old maids past their duty, And Venus' gay nymphs by the hundred. Vile inns without beds, And port manufactured in London. A warm couch for the night, And fourpence in cash in the morning. Old Chatham's a place, That's the nation's disgrace, Where the club and the fist prove the law, sir; And presumption is seen To direct the marine, Who knows not a spike from a hawser. Who France's proud first-rates can shiver, All the Frenchmen to kill, Such a town, and such men, With the whole of the dirty conjunction. THE COCKNEY TRAVELLERS. As one of those cattle salesmen who attend Smithfeld market on a Monday, and jog on a sorry beast to their native village a hundred or a hundred At Rochester is a house appropriated for the reception of ex poor travellers, over the door of which is the following inscription: Richard Watts, Esq. by his will, dated 22d August, 1579, founded this charity, for six poor travellers, who, not being rogues or proctors, may receive graus for one night, lodging, entertainment, and fourpence each. 66 and ten miles from London in a single day, was one Tuesday morning, early, jolting through Holloway, on his weekly route, towards Rutland, he was overtaken by a couple of spruce cocknies, well mounted, and the following dialogue took place: "Well, farmer, and how far do you expect to get to night." Why, God willing," said the farmer, "I hope to sup with my wife at Great Dolby, near Melton Mowbray."-"And how far do you call that, farmer?"-"Some folks call it a hundred and twelve miles, but as I make short cuts, I shall find it little more than a hundred."-"And how often do you change horses?" bursting into a vehement laugh. "Oh, as to the matter of that," said the farmer, "I knew never ride but one horse, and I never him fail me."-" Well, but, farmer, if that animal enables you to sup a hundred and ten miles from London, ours will carry us with ease to Northampton." "Why," said the farmer, "it may be so, gentlemen, provided you can hold in, and go slow enough."-One of them now exclaimed to the other, "The farmer is quizzing us, let us get on Jack," and accordingly spurring their horses, they went full speed up Highgate Hill. Presently the farmer, on passing one of the inns at Highgate, saw the horses of his fellow-travellers fastened at the door, while the gentlemen were refreshing themselves inside. On his approaching Barnet, the cocknies, on a full trot, overtook him."" Holloa," said one to the other, "here is the d-d farmer got before us;" and then accosting him, asked him, "Whether he thought they should get to Northampton that night?" Why, it may be so," said he, "provided you can hold in, and go slow enough," which provoking a fresh burst of laughter, they proceeded full speed up Barnet Hill, through Barnet. The farmer saw nothing further of them till he reached St. Alban's, where he was saluted from the window of an inn by a torrent of oaths for passing them again. About Dunstable they again overtook him, and the same interchange of sentiments took place, as at Barnet; and after laughing at the farmer's notion of supping at Great Dolby, they proceeded in their career. At Dunstable, the farmer stopped to bait his horse, and |