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A Collection of Jests.
A Dean Swift was crossing the ferry at Dublin, turning himself from the passengers in the stern of the boar, asked a poor wan near him, Well, friend, what profession are you off? I am a taylor, Sir, answered the other, not knowing 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 servant 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.
An Irishman at Chester, upon enquiring at his landlord how he could get to London, and being told he might go in the waggon, he replied, No, honey, that won't do, I am always sea-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, sirrah, said he, can't you tell? Yes, yes, cried the boy, I have it at my finger ends.
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