he was crossing the ferry near Dublin, a passenger was put into the boat quite drunk, who was at first very ungovernable. This occasioned many remarks: one said "how beastly drunk he was ;" another, "that he ought to be thrown overboard," &c. At last the boatman, looking at him, seemingly with an eye of compassion, exclaimed: "Why, to be sure, good people, the man is bad enough; but, bad as he is, I wish I had half his disorder about me."

CLXXXVII. The same.

Another time, dining at a public table in Dublin, where, as usual, the company were giving loyal toasts, a giddy young man of fashion, who sat by a Roman-catholic priest, was every now and then teasing him with such toasts as were not quite congenial to his way of thinking. The priest took no notice of it for some time, till it came to his own turn; when he very gravely asked his neighbour what was the preceding toast : "The Glorious Revolution, Doctor; match it if you can."-" Was that a good

one?" asked the other, drily." Oh, most excellent!"-" Why then, my honey, I'll give you Another of them."

Being

He used to tell a story of meeting an Irishman comparing his watch by St. Paul's, and bursting into a fit of laughter. asked what he laughed at, he replied: "And how can I help it? when here is my little watch, that was made by Paddy O'Flaherty on Ormond-quay, and which only cost me five guineas, has beat your big London clock there a full hour and a quarter since yesterday morning."

CLXXXIX. Mrs. Clive and Mrs.
Pritchard.

These two celebrated actresses becoming latterly very corpulent, were one night performing the characters of Lady Easy and Edging in the comedy of The Careless Husband. In the part where the former desires the latter to take up a letter which is dropt on the stage, Mrs. Clive (who could

as well have taken up the monument) cried out, "Not I, indeed! take it up yourself,, if you like it." This threw an equal embarrassment on the other; which the audience seeing, began to titter. At last Mrs. Pritchard, with great presence of mind, replied: Well, madam Pert, since you won't take up the letter, I must only get one that will;" and accordingly beckoned towards the side scene, when one of the servants of the house came forward and terminated the dispute.

CXC. Mrs. Gammon.

This lady, who was very large and fat, walking on the Steine one evening at Brighton, somebody said, "Here comes Mrs.. Gammon !"-"Who?" said Foote, holding up his glass at the same time; "only a single gammon! why, 'tis the whole of the old sow herself."

He lived in habits of intimacy with this lady; but a man of wit never suffers such a circumstance to stand in the way of a bon-mot.

CXCI. Edward Moore,

(Author of the Periodical Paper called The World.)

It is rather extraordinary, that though this gentleman was totally ignorant of every language but his own, it has been universally allowed that few men wrote better in prose or verse, or showed more knowledge of the classics in applications and allusions to them.

The late Lord Chesterfield saw this singularity; and upon Mr. Moore's death (having a great regard for him), he undertook the education of his only son: when, by way of cultivating the family talent (as his Lordship called it), he carefully avoided having the youth taught any other language than his own native English. But the pupil, not having the difficulties which his father had to struggle with, nor consequently the same spur to assiduity, wanted, in all probability, the ingredients which contributed to form and enrich his father's mind. Hence he promised to be no more than a mere English scholar, without much

taste or genius. He died however before his Lordship fully proved the fallacy of his speculation.

CXCII. Lord Lyttelton.

George Lord Lyttelton, though otherwise a very ingenious and respectable character, was very subject to reveries while any person was talking to him. One day Garrick and his Lordship were conversing about Mr. Moore (the first subject of the preceding article), when they both agreed in wishing that some comfortable and independent situation could be procured for him. At this instant Garrick caught his Lordship's eye wandering towards the cieling in search of his favourite reverie; and, willing to try how far it would carry him, cried out: "Pray, my Lord, suppose we could get Moore to be one of the runners of the penny-post office; don't you think that would be a pretty snug genteel thing for him and his family ?"-" Aye, aye, David," said his Lordship, catching only the last word; "so it would; so it would: and I thank you for putting me in mind of it."