long the road,
who begged the favor of him to put his great coat, which he found very
heavy, into his carriage. "With all my heart," said the gentleman; "but
if we should not be travelling to the same place, how will you get your
coat?"--"Monsieur," answered the man with great _naivete_, "_I shall be
in it_."

CXVII.--CAP THIS.

SIR THOMAS MORE, the famous Chancellor, who preserved his humor and wit
to the last moment, when he came to be executed on Tower-hill, the
headsman demanded his upper garment as his fee; "Ah! friend," said he,
taking off his cap, "that, I think, is my _upper_ garment."

CXVIII.--A PRETTY METAPHOR.

A YOUNG lady marrying a man she loved, and leaving many friends in town,
to retire with him into the country, Mrs. D. said prettily, "She has
turned one-and-twenty shillings into a guinea."

CXIX.--ON A STONE THROWN AT A VERY GREAT MAN, BUT WHICH MISSED HIM.

TALK no more of the lucky escape of the _head_
From a flint so unluckily thrown;
I think very diff'rent, with thousands indeed,
'Twas a lucky escape for the _stone_.

CXX.--A MAN OF LETTERS.

WHEN Mr. Wilkes was in the meridian of his popularity, a man in a
porter-house, classing himself as an eminent literary character, was
asked by one of his companions what right he had to assume such a title.
"Sir," says he, "I'd have you know, I had the honor of _chalking_ number
45 upon every door between Temple Bar and Hyde Park-corner."

CXXI.--WELSH WIG-GING.

AN Englishman and a Welshman, disputing in whose country was the best
living, said the Welshman, "There is such noble housekeeping in Wales,
that I have known above a dozen cooks employed at one wedding
dinner."--"Ay," answered the Englishman, "that was because every man
_toasted_ his own cheese."

CXXII.--A SPRIG OF SHILLALAH.

A FELLOW on the quay, thinking to _quiz_ a poor Irishman, asked him,
"How do the potatoes eat now, Pat?" The Irish lad, who happened to have
a _shillalah_ in his hand, answered, "O! they eat very well, my jewel,
would you like to taste the _stalk_?" and knocking the inquirer down,
coolly walked off.

CXXIII.--DOG-MATIC.

IN the great dispute between South and Sherlock, the latter, who was a
great courtier, said, "His adversary reasoned well, but he barked like a
cur." To which the other replied, "That _fawning_ was the property of a
cur as well as barking."