ather exorbitant, made
some scruple about payment, when the tonsor proposed, if his customer
thought proper, to charge by the acre, at the rate of 200l. This was
readily agreed to, and on measuring the premises, 192 square inches
proved to be the contents, which, traversed over 7670 times, would
measure 1,472,640 inches, the charge for which would be 46l. 19s.
1d.--being 15l. 9s. 11d. in favor of _chin-surveying_.

MCCLXXXVII.--CHANGING HATS.

BARRY the painter was with Nollekens at Rome in 1760, and they were
extremely intimate. Barry took the liberty one night, when they were
about to leave the English coffee-house, to exchange hats with him.
Barry's was edged with lace, and Nollekens's was a very shabby, plain
one. Upon his returning the hat the next morning, he was asked by
Nollekens why he left him his gold-laced hat. "Why, to tell you the
truth, my dear Joey," answered Barry, "I fully expected assassination
last night; and I was to have been known by _my laced hat_." Nollekens
used to relate the story, adding, "It's what the Old-Bailey people would
call a true bill against Jem."

MCCLXXXVIII.--POWDER WITHOUT BALL.

DR. GOODALL, of Eton, about the same time that he was made Provost of
Eton, received also a Stall at Windsor. A young lady, whilst
congratulating him on his elevation, and requesting him to give a ball
during the vacation, happened to touch his wig with her fan, and caused
the powder to fly about; upon which the doctor exclaimed, "My dear, you
see you can get the powder out of the _cannon_, but not the _ball_."

MCCLXXXIX.--POPE'S LAST ILLNESS.

DURING Pope's last illness, a squabble happened in his chamber, between
his two physicians, Dr. Burton and Dr. Thomson, they mutually charging
each other with hastening the death of the patient by improper
prescriptions. Pope at length silenced them by saying, "Gentlemen, I
only learn by your discourse that I am in a dangerous way; therefore,
all I now ask is, that the following epigram may be added after my death
to the next edition of the Dunciad, by way of postscript:--

'Dunces rejoice, forgive all censures past,
The _greatest dunce_ has killed your foe at last.'"

MCCXC.--OPPOSITE TEMPERS.

GENERAL SUTTON was very passionate, and calling one morning on Sir
Robert Walpole, who was quite the reverse, found his servant shaving
him. During the conversation, Sir Robert said, "John, you cut me"; and
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