24 A COLLECTION OF JESTS A plied he, for I've got it under my arm As Dean Swift was croſſing the ferry at Dublin, turning himſelf from the paſſengers in the ſtern of the boat, aſk- ed a poor man near him, Well, friend, what profeſſion are you of? I am a tay- lor, ſir, anſwered the other, not know- ing the Dean. Are you married? ſaid, Swift. Yes, Sir, replied the taylor. And who wears the breeches? ſaid the Dean. My a-ſe, anſwered the other. A gentleman one day gave his fer- vant a kick on the breech, upon which the fellow let a rouſing f-t, his maſter, was horribly offended, but the ſervant ſaid. Why, Sir, would you knock at a door and have no body anſwer you. the An Iriſhman at Cheſter, upon en- quiring at his landlord how he could get to London, and being told he might go in the waggon, he replied, Nu, ho- ney, that won't do, I am always fea- ſick when I ride in a waggon.
A Schoolmaſter aſking one of his
boys in a cold winter morning, what was Latin for cold; the boy heſitated a little - What ſirrrah, ſaid he can't you tell? Yes, yes, cried the boy, I have it at my finger-ends.
