Part 75 (1/2)
MCCCx.x.xVII.--SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF.
SHERIDAN was once talking to a friend about the Prince Regent, who took great credit to himself for various public measures, as if they had been directed by his political skill, or foreseen by his political sagacity.
”_But_,” said Sheridan, ”_what his Royal Highness more particularly prides himself in, is the late excellent harvest_.”
MCCCx.x.xVIII.--FAIRLY WON.
THE only practical joke in which Richard Harris Barham (better known by his _nom-de-plume_ of Thomas Ingoldsby) ever personally engaged, was enacted when he was a boy at Canterbury. In company with a schoolfellow, D----, now a gallant major, he entered a Quakers' meeting-house; when, looking round at the grave a.s.sembly, the latter held up a penny tart, and said solemnly, ”Whoever speaks first shall have this pie.”--”Go thy way, boy,” said a drab-colored gentleman, rising; ”go thy way, and----”--”The pie's _yours_, sir!” exclaimed D----, placing it before the astonished speaker, and hastily effecting his escape.
MCCCx.x.xIX.--A FORTUNATE EXPEDIENT.
A GENTLEMAN of Trinity College, travelling through France, was annoyed at the slowness of the pace, and wis.h.i.+ng to urge the postilion to greater speed, tried his bad French until he was out of patience. At last it occurred to him that, if he was not understood, he might at least frighten the fellow by using some high-sounding words, and he roared into the ear of the postilion: ”_Westmoreland, c.u.mberland, Northumberland, Durham_!” which the fellow mistaking for some tremendous threat, had the desired effect, and induced him to increase his speed.
MCCCXL.--ON THE FOUR GEORGES.
GEORGE the First was always reckoned Vile,--but viler, George the Second; And what mortal ever heard Any good of George the Third?
When from earth the Fourth descended, G.o.d be praised, the Georges ended.
MCCCXLI.--WHAT EVERYBODY DOES.
HOPKINS once lent Simpson, his next door neighbor, an umbrella, and having an urgent call to make on a wet day, knocked at Simpson's door.
”I want my umbrella.”--”Can't have it,” said Simpson. ”Why? I want to go to the East End, and it rains in torrents; what am I to do for an umbrella?”--”Do?” answered Simpson, pa.s.sing through the door, ”do as _I_ did, _borrow one_!”
MCCCXLII.--WHAT IS AN ARCHDEACON?
LORD ALTHORP, when Chancellor of the Exchequer, having to propose to the House of Commons a vote of 400 a year for the salary of the Archdeacon of Bengal, was puzzled by a question from Mr. Hume, ”What are the duties of an archdeacon?” So he sent one of the subordinate occupants of the Treasury Bench to the other House to obtain an answer to the question from one of the bishops. To Dr. Blomfield accordingly the messenger went, and repeated the question, ”What is an archdeacon?”--”An archdeacon,” replied the bishop, in his quick way, ”an archdeacon is an ecclesiastical officer, who performs archidiaconal functions”; and with this reply Lord Althorp and the House were perfectly satisfied. It ought to be added, however, that when the story was repeated to the bishop himself, he said that he had no recollection of having made any such answer; but that if he had, it must have been suggested to him by a saying of old John White, a dentist, whom he had known in early days, who used to recommend the use of lavender-water to his patients, and when pressed for a reason for his recommendation, replied, ”On account of its _lavendric_ properties.”
MCCCXLIII.--”ON MR. PITT'S BEING PELTED BY THE MOB, ON LORD MAYOR'S DAY, 1787.”
THE City-feast inverted here we find, For Pitt had his _dessert_ before he dined.
MCCCXLIV.--LATIMER.
THE pious and learned martyr, and Bishop of Worcester, who was educated at Christ College, Cambridge, and was one of the first reformers of the Church of England, at a controversial conference, being out-talked by younger divines, and out-argued by those who were more studied in the _fathers_, said, ”I cannot talk for my _religion_, but I am ready to die for it.”
MCCCXLV.--EXCUSE FOR COWARDICE.
A BRAGGART ran away from battle, and gave as a reason, that a friend had written his epitaph, which had an excellent point in it, provided he attained the age of _one hundred_.
MCCCXLVI.--A NEW IDEA.