very well; yet he soon
took notice of the great sobriety of his guest, and made jokes, to which
he received grave and modest answers. The patriarchs, and the first
inhabitants of the earth were next alluded to; by and by he began to
sneer at the historical proofs of Revelation; but Claude was not to be
driven away from his ground, and while examining these proofs, and
arguing upon them rationally, he overlooked the light attacks of his
adversary, when not to the point, appeared insensible to his sarcasms
and wit, and remained always cool and serious. Voltaire's vivacity at
last turned to downright anger; his eyes flashed fire whenever they met
the benign and placid countenance of the quaker, and the dispute went so
far at last, that the latter, getting up, said, "Friend Voltaire!
perhaps thou mayst come to understand these matters rightly; in the
meantime, finding I can do thee no good, I leave thee, and so fare thee
well!" So saying he went away on foot, notwithstanding all entreaties,
back again to Geneva, leaving the whole company in consternation.
Voltaire immediately retired to his own room. M. Huber,[8] who was
present at this scene, made a drawing of the two actors.

PHILO.

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+THE GATHERER.+

A snapper up of unconsidered trifles.
SHAKSPEARE.

SIR W. JONES AND MR. DAY.

One day, upon removing some books at the chambers of Sir William Jones,
a large spider dropped upon the floor, upon which Sir William, with some
warmth, said, "Kill that spider, Day, kill that spider!" "No," said Mr.
Day, with that coolness for which he was so conspicuous, "I will not
kill that spider, Jones; I do not know that I have a right to kill that
spider! Suppose when you are going in your coach to Westminster Hall, a
superior being, who, perhaps may have as much power over you as you have
over this insect, should say to his companion, 'Kill that lawyer! kill
that lawyer!' how should you like that, Jones? and I am sure, to most
people, a lawyer is a more noxious animal than a spider."

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BISHOP

In Cambridge, this title is not confined to the dignitaries of the
church; but _port_ wine, made _copiously potable_ by being mulled and
burnt, with the _addenda_ of roasted lemons all bristling like angry
hedge-hogs (studded with cloves,) is dignified with the appellation of
_Bishop_:

Beneath some old oak, come and rest thee, my hearty;
Our fore