"I
shall ever be happy _to enlighten_ Mr. Quin in anything."

MLXV.--BARK AND BITE.

LORD CLARE, who was much opposed to Curran, one day brought a
Newfoundland dog upon the bench, and during Curran's speech turned
himself aside and caressed the animal. Curran stopped. "Go on, go on,
Mr. Curran," said Lord Clare. "O, I beg a thousand pardons," was the
rejoinder; "I really thought your lordship was employed in
_consultation_."

MLXVI.--A PRESSING REASON.

A TAILOR sent his bill to a lawyer for money; the lawyer bid the boy
tell his master that he was not running away, but very busy at that
time. The boy comes again, and tells him he must have the money. "Did
you tell your master," said the lawyer, "that I was not running
away?"--"Yes, sir," answered the boy; "but he bade me tell you that _he
was_."

MLXVII.--SMALL WIT.

SIR GEORGE BEAUMONT once met Quin at a small dinner-party. There was a
delicious pudding, which the master of the house, pushing the dish
towards Quin, begged him to taste. A gentleman had just before helped
himself to an immense piece of it. "Pray," said Quin, looking first at
the gentleman's plate and then at the dish, "_which_ is the pudding?"

MLXVIII.--EPIGRAM ON A STUDENT BEING PUT OUT OF COMMONS FOR MISSING
CHAPEL.

TO fast and pray we are by Scripture taught:
Oh could I do but either as I ought!
In both, alas! I err; my frailty such,--
I pray too little, and I fast too much.

MLXIX.--MAKING PROGRESS.

A STUDENT, being asked what progress he had made in the study of
medicine, modestly replied: "I hope I shall soon be fully qualified as
physician, for I think I am now able to _cure a child_."

MLXX.--THE WOOLSACK.

COLMAN and Banister dining one day with Lord Erskine, the ex-Chancellor,
amongst other things, observed that he had then about three thousand
head of sheep. "I perceive," interrupted Colman, "your lordship has
still an eye to the woolsack."

MLXXI.--SIR THOMAS COULSON.

SIR THOMAS COULSON being present with a friend at the burning of Drury
Lane Theatre, and observing several engines hastening to the spot where
the fire had been extinguished, remarked that they were "_ingens_ cui
lumen adeptum."

MLXXII.--THROW PHYSIC TO THE DOGS!

WHEN the celebrated Beau Nash was ill, Dr. Cheyne wrote a prescription
for him. The next day the doctor, coming to see his patient, inquired if