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 he, for I've got it under my arm.

As Dean Swift was croſſing the ferry at Dublin, turning himſelf to one of the paſſingers in the boat, ſaid. Well, friend, what profeſſion are you of? I am a tailor, Sir, anſwered the man (not knowing the Dean.) Are you married? ſaid Swift Yes, Sir, replied the tailor. And who wears the breeches? ſaid the Dean— My a—ſe, anſwered the tailor.

A gentleman one day gave his ſervant a kick on the breech; upon which the fellow let a rouſing f—, at which his maſter was highly offended. The ſervant ſaid, Why, Sir, would you knock at a door, and have no body anſwer you?

An Iriſhman at Cheſter, enquiring at his landlord how he could get to London, being told he might go in the Waggon, he replied, No, honey, that won't do, for I am always ſea ſick when I ride in a Waggon!

A Schoolmaſter aſking one of his boys, in a cold winter morning, what was Latin for cold, the boy heſitated a little What, ſirrah, ſaid the Schoolmaſter, can't you tell? Yes, yes, cried the boy, I have it at my finger-ends.