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the deception. The next morning Garrick put on the same dress; and coming into the parlour, where Hawkesworth was sitting, was immediately recognized by the doctor, who entered into a conversation with him. At length Garrick revealed himself, and the doctor confessed that he had lost the

Ireland's Graphic Illustrations of Hogarth, v. 2, p. 145.

During the month of October, 1795, a sort of relief to the dull round of Portsmouth presented itself, in a company of equestrians, who opened a circus, or theatre for horsemanship. Of the spectators, no small proportion consisted of sailors (drunk or sober) and the lovely cyprians of the place. The low buffoonery of the clown, you may believe, was suited to his audience, and certainly, it was coarse and vulgar as even Portsmouth inight desire. One evening, a jolly tar, in a fit of mirth, let himself down from the gallery, snatched off the fool's cap—which he put upon his own head, and, usurping the place and character of the clown, desired him to budge,for he

too great a fool to keep the deck.This introduced a very ludicrous scene between Jack and the clown. The clown met the adventure as mere sailor's fun, bore it patiently, and, in his own way, endeavoured to turn it to the amusement of the audience; while Jack made many hits of humour and drollery, and seemed, not altogether, unworthy of the cap. For some time they maintained a very ridiculous and sportive contest, who should wear it, Jack repelling the rough wit and sarcasm of the clown with con


siderable effect. But at length the latter observa ing that “ two foolswere “ too much for so genteel an audience,abruptly seized the cap from the head of the merry tar, and poor Jack, thas deprived of necromantic influence, reeled off the stage, a mere drunken sailor, stammering by way of apolo. gy; “ D-d damme, ladies and g-gentlement, I'm 1-b-b-liged to strike, for t'others the b-b—biggest fool.”

Pinkard's Notes on the West Indies, o. 1, p. 55, 1st ed.

In the province of Munster it is a common thing for the women who follow a funeral, to join in the universal cry with all their might and main for some time, and then to turn and ask

Arrah! who is it that's dead !--who is it that we're crying for?"

Certain old women, who cry particularly loud and well, are in great request, and, as a man said to the Editor, “ Every one would wish and be proud to have such at his funeral, or at that of his friends."

When Lee the poet was confined i Bedlam, a friend went to visit him, and finding that he could converse reasonably, or at least reasonably for a poet, imagined that Lee was cured of his madness. The poet offered to shew him Bedlam. They went over this melancholy medical prison, Lee, moralising philosophically enongh all the time to keep his companion perfectly at ease. At length they ascended together to the top of the building, and as they were both looking down from the pe

rilous height, Lee seized his friend by the arm, " Let us immortalize ourselves!” he exclaimed; “ let us take this leap. We'll jump down together this instant."

Any man could jump down,” said his friend, coolly; "we sbould not immortalize ourselves by that leap; but let us go down, and try if we can jump up again.” The madman, struck with the idea of a more astonishing leap than that which he had himself proposed, yielded to this new impulse, and his friend rejoiced to see him run down stairs full of a new project for securing immortality

Edgeworth. A friend of mine, who travelled into Spain, recited to me an extraordinary epitaph on the king of Spain's precentor, which he had seen himself at Saragossa : “ Here lies John Cabeça, precentor of my lord the king. When he is admitted to the choir of angels, whose society he will embellish, and where he will distinguish himself by his powers of song, God shall say to the angels, “ Cease, ye calves! and let me hear John Cabeça, the precentor of

lord the king.”

Segrais. MAXIMUS, a lady of Smyrna, enraged at her husband and son for having put to death a son of her's, by a former marriage, a youth of great promise, poisoned both the murderers. The lady was convicted of the crime, and pleaded her cause as well as she could. Cn. Dolabella (who was then Pro-consul in Asia, and before whom the cause was brought,) unwilling to acquit a woman of two crimes, which she had fully confessed, and at the


same time loath to condemn a mother who avenged the murder of her son, transmitted the decision to the court of the Areopagus.* The judges, sympathising with the embarrassment of Dolabella, decreed, that “ The prosecutor and the culprit should appear before them again at the end of one hundred years, and then judgement should be pass-ed on the criminal. Valerius Maximus, c. 14.b.8.

At Edinburgh, a performer, one of those who are ever studying to take an audience by surprize with introducing what they call some new stroke of acting, had taken the part of Hamlet, for the benefit of a public charity, when the stage was crowded by all ranks and descriptions. On the appearance of the ghost, he, as the hero, made his tragedy start, struck off his hat in a most pantomimical manner, and began in the usual way

Angels and ministers of grace defend us." A Scotch pedlar, standing just behind him, took up his hat, saying-“ Hoot awa mon! donna fash your noddle!--but keep your bonnet on your heed; for gin he bee your faither's spirit, the de'el a my saul mon, he wou'd na wish

you to get cold, sir. This so disconcerted the poor actor, that, instead of addressing the ghost, as he should have done, he turned about and fixed his eyes upon the pedlar-and continued

“ Be thou a spirit or goblin damn’d,” &c. Damn your gooblins!" said Sawney; “ to the reeght about, mon, and mind your business; for gin

Arcopagus was the high criminal court at Athens, wherein murders were arraigued.


ye make a gooblin or a deel a me, the de’el dom my saul, but I'll crack your croon.

Lee Lewis' Comic Sketches, p. 131.

The following anecdotes illustrate the propriety of giving barbarous nations the examples as well as the precepts of religion, morality, and industry. A chief of one of the north Amercan tribes was solicited to admit a French missionary to convert more of his subjects. “No," said the chief: " there are too many converted already; my praying subjects have all of them forgot to pay me their taxes.”

A British American priest attempting to convert an Indian, the inhabitant of the forest turned short upon bim, and replied sharply: “ When I find that the English are good by means of the religion they profess, I will then adopt the same. When I go to Quebec to sell my furs," continued the Indian, " the towns-people do not ask me to their houses, and entertain me as we do them. When they visit our country, we kindle a fire to warm the stranger, we spread a matt upon which viands are heaped for his food, and, when the hour of rest draws near, furs for his bed and his repose. What is our return from the christians? If I enter their houses and call for victuals and drink, they enquire whether or not I have got money to pay for them; and shew me an account of the expence, instead of taking friendly farewell, when I am going to depart. The fur merchant, at whose house I called upon the sabbath, told me he would transact no commercial business upon that holy day; at the same time, he hinted, that he would not give me above a certain

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