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 them, Don't go ſo faſt, why ſhould we make a toil of a pleaſure.

Two Iriſhmen walking together in the fields, were hemmed in by a large ditch ; which when they perceived, quoth one of them, We muſt go back again, or the ditch is too big for us to jump over. Nay, quoth the other, I proteſt: I'll jump over, altho' I ſhould light in the middle of it.

A number of French gentlemen dining ta a tavern in Germany, the ſervant-maid, as ſhe laid out the diſhes, let a rouſing fart; and her miſtreſs ſcolding her very severely for doing ſuch a thing in hearing of the gueſts; Pſhaw, Madam, ſays ſhe, you don't conſider that theſe gentlemen are all French people, and they don't underſtand German.

In Admiral Hawke's laſt engagement with the French, there was a ſailor on board one of the ſhips, had a leg ſhot off; whereupon one of his meſs-mates took his leg up and put it under his arm, and carried him down on his back to the surgeon; when he was laid down, another of his meſs mates took his head, and ſaid, he was ſorry he had loſt a leg. You tell a lie, you ſon of a wh-e replied