mendable good in the world. Enraged at this mischievous disposition, Sandy seized him by the collar, and asked him what he meant by thus destroying the honest people's windows. "Why, it's all for the good of trade," replied the young urchin, "I am a glazier." "All for the good of trade, is it?" said Sandy, raising his cane, and breaking the boy's head; "there then, that's for the good of my trade, — I'm a surgeon.”

LXXXVII. VERSES UPON SIR GEORGE MACKENZIE.

Pingere vis qua fronte Cato, titubante Senatu,
Asseruit patriæ jura verenda suæ ;

Pingere vis magnus quo Tullius ore solebat

Dirigere attoniti linguam animumque Fori;
Pingere vis quanta Maro majestate canebat,
Aut quali tetigit pollice Flaccus ebur;
Pinge Macinzeum, pictor, namque altera non est
Quo referat tantos una libe la viros.

ENGLISHED by MR WALLER.

Would you paint Cato with what awfull look
He did the wavering Senators rebuke;
Would you paint Tully with what voice and face
He rul'd affections in the pleading place,
Virgil, with what a majesty he sings,

Or artful Horace, how he touch'd his strings,
Then draw

painter, for there's none

But he, that doth express all these in one.

Copied from a Ms. by the RIGHT HON. EDW. SOUTHWell.

LXXXVIII. Memory.

Q. Who is the most renowned for memory, that we have heard or read of?

"A. In former days SENECA, who writes of himself that he was able to recite 2,000 words, after they were once read to him. And of late we find DR FULLER to be therein most exquisite; who is reported that he would walk any street in LONDON, and, by the strength of his memory, tell how many and what signs there were hanging in that street from the one end to the other, according as they were in order: as also, if 500 strange names were read to him, he would repeat them distinctly, according as they had been read unto him.”

The New help to Discourse, or Wit and Mirth Intermixed with more Serious matters, by W. W. GENT, LOND. 1721. 12mo, p. 25.

LXXXIX. A violent temper.

Bishop Hurd and Mr Potter, fellow Emmanuelians, in early life started together as brother Curates. Once they were dining together, when information was brought to their host, the Squire of the Parish, that a Mr Rymer was in bed with the cook asleep. The host observed that Mr Rymer was a man of the most violent temper, and appealed to the Parsons for advice in this distressing emergency. Bishop Hurd: 'You say that Mr Rymer is a violent man?' 'Yes.' 'And that he is fast asleep?' 'Yes.' "Why, then let him sleep on.'

XC. Taking a wife.

Hurd recommended Dr Fotheringham to take a wife: Why do you recommend this advice to me, when you have not a wife

yourself?' 'Why, that's the very reason, that I recommend one to you.'

XCI. Hurd.

Dr J. was present when Bp Hurd said to his father, who understood his character of mind perfectly: 'I have had Dr Butt to call on me, and he brought his Nephew, Dr Salt, with him. "The Nephew,' said the Father, 'is not a volatile salt. Hurd, who was all eye and ear, smiled inwardly, but without betraying a laugh: it was his manner.

XCII. Sheridan.

Sheridan lived at Polsden, near Leatherhead in Surrey; Dallaway was the Rector, a very gentlemanly man, who lived much with Sheridan, and met him also often at Arundel. While Sheridan lived there, he was served with a Writ, had company, kept the fellow quiet, made him drunk, turned him into the street, and when he on the following day called about the Writ, Sheridan told to him that he supposed that he had eaten it with other good things!

The last act of the late Duke of Norfolk, then very ill, was that he wrote a Letter himself to Sheridan, who applied to him, spoke of Sheridan's distress, and got Mr Young of the Herald's College to wait on him, I think, with 1000 gaineas, but ask him again:

XCIII. Dr Fuller and Woodcock

Dr Fuller, that wrote the Holy War and Pisgah Sight, and

many other books, was a very merry man, and one that indulged himself too much with jokes. As he was once coming from Cambridge with two or three gentlemen, he sees one Mr WOODcock riding on the road. Says he to his Companion, ‘Let us ride on, and I will break a jest on yon WOODCOCK riding before.' So, being come to him, having asked him several questions, he asked him at last the difference between a woodcock and an owl.' MR WOODCOCK, knowing the Doctor, contrary to his expectation answered, Sir, there is a great deal of difference; an owl is fuller i' th' head, fuller in thighs, fuller i̇' th' wings, fuller i' th' legs, and fuller all over.' At which unexpected answer, the Doctor clapped spurs to his horse, and rid away as fast as he could go, leaving the gentlemen ready to burst with laughter. ABR. DE LA PRYME'S Ephemeris Vita, A Ms Diary of his Life, (died 1704.).

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XCIV. Rev. T. Barker.

The REV. THOS BARKER, Rector of Cherry-Burton, near Beverley, who died in 1774, met two of his parishioners, who were returning to the village in a state of vinous excitement, and observed to their pastor that they had been spinning out the day 'Yes' said he, and you are coming reeling home."'

One of the parishioners was named Benjamin Everingham, who was remarkable as a regular attendant at the church, but suddenly disappeared from the village, and after a very long absence was met in the street by Mr Barker. Inquiry was made how long he had been absent, to which the reply was 'Eleven months,' and where he had been, to which the reply was, 'In Heaven,' meaning that he had been running after divine preachers in the country. Mr Barker remarked, 'What a dd fool you were not to stay another month to gain a settlement.'

Mr Barker, Mr Sterne, and others, were enjoying themselves at the Blue Boar, in North-bar street, Beverley, when Mr Sterne, observing his wife to be passing on the other side of the way, said in the spirit of Gyges,*There goes my wife with one of the best legs in England.' 'Well,' said Mr Barker, 'I will bet you a rump and dozen, that I bring another to match it; does the company admit it to be a fair bet?' 'Yes, yes,' was the general response. 'Then,' replied he, 'I shall bring the other leg to match it.' The company roared with laughter, and Mr Sterne's wounded vanity was appeased by the compliment to the other leg of his wife.

One of his parishioners came one day, and asked him to baptise one of his children. Now, Sir,' said the honest rustic 'you take tithe of every thing else, will you not take tithe of my bairns? I have ten of them.' Yes,' replied MR BARKER, 'I shall take tithe of your bairns, when your wife brings ten at a litter.

In early life he and a young physician went out to kill game, though neither of them were qualified; they had not proceeded far, before MR BARKER expressed doubts of the legality of their proceedings. 'Oh, never heed,' said the physician, my diploma qualifies me;' Nay,' replied MR BARKER, 'you took your diploma out to cure and not to kill.'

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XCV. An old pamphlet on ecclesiastical power.

[The following old and curious pamphlet was given to me by a stranger whom I met in the Coffee-room this day, May 6, 1836.]

DECLARATION faicte aux Dogen, Sindic et Docteurs de la Sorbonne de Paris, le dernier iour d'Auril 1613.

Par Maistre Nicolas Vigor, comme Procureur de Maistre Simon Vigor, son frere, Conseiller, sur le Liure intitulé, Ex responsione Synodali data Basileæ, &c.

* This should be Candaules, not Gyges.