640. A bon vivant of fashion, brought to his death-bed by an immoderate
use of wine, after having been seriously taken leave of by Dr. Pitcairn,
and being told that he could not in all human probability survive many
hours, and would die by eight o’clock next morning, exerted the small
remains of his strength to call the doctor back, which having
accomplished with difficulty, his loudest effort not exceeding a
whisper, he said, with the true spirit of a gambler, Doctor, I’ll bet
you a bottle I live till nine!
641. Two Irish bricklayers were working at some houses, and one of them
was boasting of the steadiness with which he could carry a load to any
height. The other contested the point, and the conversation ended in a
bet that he could not carry him in his hod up a ladder to the top of the
building. The experiment was made: Pat placed himself in the hod, and
his comrade, after a great deal of care and exertion, succeeded in
taking him up. Without any reflection on the danger he had escaped, the
loser observed to the winner, To be sure, I have lost; but don’t you
remember, about the third story you made a slip―I was then in hopes.
642. The Rev. Caleb Colton, nephew of Sir George Staunton, has related
in a recent publication, the following anecdote: My late uncle, Sir G.
Staunton told me a curious anecdote of old Kien Long, Emperor of China.
He was inquiring of Sir George the manner in which physicians were paid
in England. When, after some difficulty, his majesty was made to
comprehend the system, he exclaimed, Is any man well in England that can
afford to be ill? Now, I will inform you, said he, how I manage my
physicians. I have four, to whom the care of my health is committed: a
certain weekly salary is allowed them, but the moment I am ill, the
salary stops till I am well again. I need not inform you my illnesses
are usually short.
643. The late Lord Norbury, some time since going as a judge on the
Munster circuit, was, as usual, so strict in the administration of
criminal justice, that few, of whose guilt there were any strong grounds
of suspicion, were suffered to escape, merely through any slovenly flaws
in the wording of their indictments, or doubts upon the testimony.
Dining, as usual, with the seniors of the bar, at an inn, a gentleman,
who sat near the judge, asked leave to help his lordship to part of a
pickled tongue. Lord Norbury replied, he did not like pickled tongue;
but if it had been hung, he would try it. Mr. Curran, who sat on the
other side, said, that the defect was easily obviated; for if his
lordship would only try it, it would certainly be hung.
644. A clergyman was reading the burial service over an Irish corpse,
and having forgot which sex it was, on coming to that part of the
ceremony which reads thus: our dear brother or sister, the reverend
gentleman stopped, and seeing Pat stand by, stepped back, and whispering
to him, said, Is it a brother or a sister? Pat answered, Neither, it is
only a relation.
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