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A person who had a termagant wife, in conversation with some friends, said, that if ever he cared to shew any spirit, she was sure to tame him in a crack
Cried Sylvia to a reverend Dean,
What reason can be given,
Since marriage is a holy thing,
That there is none in heav'n?.
There are no women he replied,
She quick return'd the jest;
Women there are, but I'm afraid
They cannot find a priest.
A gentleman entering into the study of his friend, who was a youth of the poet tribe, and finding him absent, and the following unfinished stanza lying on the desk
The Sun's perpendicular height
Illumin'd the depth of the sea
Took up his pen, and thus concluded,
And the fishes beginning to sweat,
Cried, Confound it, how hot we shall be!
A tinker going through Canterbury, sounds cry briskly on his kettle, crying, Have you any work for the tinker? On which shop-keeper going opposite a pillory, resolving to pass a jest on the tinker, pointed to the pillory, and bid him stop up those holes. The tinker replied, If you please to lend me your head and ears, I will find a hammer and nails, and give you my labour for nothing.
The delicacy of the Magistrates of Edinburgh, a dinner lately given to Lord Melville, is highly
