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ence, amazed at the strangeness of this conduct, cast their eyes around every corner of the house, when they immediately discovered the cause of Garrick’s merriment. A jolly round faced but- cher was seated in front of one of the high boxes, wiping his bald pate, from which the sweat flow- ed in copious streams ! his sagacious mastiff, no doubt eager to enjoy, as well as his master, the admirable performance of the Prince of Trage- dians, had placed his fore feet upon the front of the butcher’s box, and was looking eagerly down upon the stage, with his grave phiz dignified by his master’s full-bottom’d wig ! The audience found it impossible to restrain their gravity at this ludicrous sight. The loudest peals of laughter burst from the pit, the boxes, and the gallaries; and it was a great time ere the performers could again resume the gravity necessary for perform- ing a tragedy so deeply interesting.

Soon after Dr. Johnson’s return from Scotland to London, a Scottish lady, at whose house he was, as a compliment, ordered some hotch-potch for his dinner. After the Doctor had tasted it, she asked him if it was good ?—To which he re- plied, very good for hogs ?—Then, pray, said the lady, let me help you to a little more.

The clergyman of a village, a few miles south of Edinburgh, (which is almost entirely sur- rounded by colliers,) being one day engaged in examining his parishioners on the principles of the Christian religion, and finding them extreme- ly deficient in their knowledge of these divine truths, felt it his duty to display, in pretty strong