History of English Humour, Vol. 2L'Estrange, A. G. K. (Alfred Guy Kingan)
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History of English Humour, Vol. 2
L'Estrange, A. G. K. (Alfred Guy Kingan)
English wit and humor -- History and criticism; Wit and humor -- History and criticism
"This academical fit of riggling agility was almost over before I
rightly understood the meaning on't, and found at last they were
only showing one another how many sorts of apes' gestures and fops'
cringes had been invented since the French dancing-masters
undertook to teach our English gentry to make scaramouches of
themselves; and how to entertain their poor friends, and pacifie
their needy creditors with compliments and congies. When every
person with abundance of pains had shown the ultimate of his
breeding, contending about a quarter of an hour who should sit down
first, as if we waited the coming of some herauld to fix us in our
proper places, which with much difficulty being at last agreed on,
we proceed to a whet of old hock to sharpen our appetites to our
approaching dinner; though I confess my stomach was as keen already
as a greyhound's to his supper after a day's coursing, or a miserly
livery-man's, who had fasted three days to prepare himself for a
Lord Mayor's feast. The honest cook gave us no leisure to tire our
appetites by a tedious expectancy; for in a little time the cloth
was laid, and our first course was ushered up by the _dominus
factotum_ in great order to the table, which consisted of two
calves'-heads and a couple of geese. I could not but laugh in my
conceit to think with what judgment the caterer had provided so
lucky an entertainment for so suitable a company. After the
victuals were pretty well cooled, in complimenting who should begin
first, we all fell to; and i'faith I found by their eating, they
were no ways affronted by their fare; for in less time than an old
woman could crack a nut, we had not left enough to dine the
bar-boy. The conclusion of our dinner was a stately Cheshire
cheese, of a groaning size, of which we devoured more in three
minutes than a million of maggots could have done in three weeks.
After cheese comes nothing; then all we desired was a clear stage
and no favour; accordingly everything was whipped away in a trice
by so cleanly a conveyance, that no juggler by virtue of Hocus
Pocus could have conjured away balls with more dexterity. All our
empty plates and dishes were in an instant changed into full quarts
of purple nectar and unsullied glasses. Then a bumper to the Queen
led the van of our good wishes, another to the Church Established,
a third left to the whimsie of the toaster, till at last their
slippery engines of verbosity coined nonsense with such a facil
fluency, that a parcel of alley-gossips at a christening, after the
sack had gone twice round, could not with their tattling tormentors
be a greater plague to a fumbling godfather, than their lame jest
and impertinent conundrums were to a man of my temper. Oaths were
as plenty as weeds in an alms-house garden.
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