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 21 an old fellow about ſixty, he gave him ſome reproof on that account, and aſked him if he never read at home? No, re- plied the clown, I cannot read. I dare lay, ſaid the parſon, you don't know who made you? Not I, in troth, cried the countryman. A little boy coming by at the ſame time, who made you, child? ſaid the parſon. God, ſir, ſaid the boy. Why look you there. quoth the clergyman, are you not aſhamed to hear a child five or ſix years old tell me who made him, when you who are ſo old a man cannot? Ah! ſaid the countryman, it is no wonder that he ſhould remember he was made but the o- ther day, and it is a long while, meaſter, ſince I was made.

After the fire of London, there was an act to regulate the buildings of the city; every houſe was to be three ſtories high, and there were to be no baconcies back wards : A Glouceſterſhire gentleman, a man of great wit and humour, juſt after this act paſſed going along the ſtreet, and feeing a little crooked gentlewoman on the other ſide of the way, he runs over to her in great haſte; Lord, madam ſaid,