An outline of humor: Being a true chronicle from prehistoric ages to the twentieth century
History
An outline of humor: Being a true chronicle from prehistoric ages to the twentieth century
Wit and humor
A wife said to her husband, who was much attached to reading, “I wish
I were a book, that I might always have your company.” _Then_,
answered he, _I should wish you an almanac, that I might change once
a year_.
* * * * *
It was said of a malicious parasite, that he never opened his mouth
but at the expense of others; because he always ate at the tables of
others, and spoke ill of everybody.
* * * * *
The Duke of Vivonne, who was a heretic in medicine, being indisposed,
his friends sent for a physician. When the Duke was told a physician
was below, he said, _Tell him I cannot see him, because I am not
well. Let him call again at another time_.
* * * * *
The Marechal de Faber, at a siege, was pointing out a place with his
finger. As he spoke, a musket-ball carried off the finger. Instantly
stretching another, he continued his discourse, _Gentlemen, as I was
saying_--. This was true _sang froid_.
A man, carrying on an unjust process, was advised to pray to God for
its success. _Stop, stop_, replied he, _God must hear nothing of
this_.
* * * * *
Another princess of France, being espoused by the king of Spain, in
passing through a town, on her way to Madrid, the magistrates of the
place, which was a famous mart for stockings, waited on the queen with
a present of a dozen pairs of remarkable fineness. The Spanish grandee,
who attended her, full of the jealous humour of his nation, said, in
a passion. “You fools, know that a queen of Spain has no legs.” The
magistrates retired in terror, and the poor queen, weeping sadly, said,
_Must I then have both my legs cut off?_
* * * * *
In a village of Poitou, a peasant’s wife, after a long illness, fell
into a lethargy. She was thought dead; and being only wrapped in linen,
as the custom of burying the poor in that country is, she was carried
to the place of interment. In going to church, the body, being borne
aloft, was caught hold of by some briars, and so scratched, that as
if bled by a surgeon, she revived. Fourteen years after, she died in
earnest, as was thought; and as they carried her to church, the husband
exclaimed, _For God’s sake, do not go near the briars_.
* * * * *
A gentleman, seeing in his yard a mass of rubbish, blamed his people
for not removing it. A domestic said, no cart could be got. “Why,”
answered the master, “do you not make a pit beside the rubbish, and
bury it?” “But,” answered the domestic, “where shall we put the earth
that comes out of the pit?” _You great fool_, replied his master,
_make the pit so large as to hold all_.
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