John Cheap, the Chapman's Library. Vol. 1: Comic and Humorous: The Scottish Chap Literature of Last Century, ClassifiedGraham, Dougal
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John Cheap, the Chapman's Library. Vol. 1: Comic and Humorous: The Scottish Chap Literature of Last Century, Classified
Graham, Dougal
Chapbooks, Scottish; English literature -- 18th century; Graham, Dougal, 1724-1779; Popular literature -- Scotland
Hugo Arnot, author of the History of Edinburgh, &c. was a perfect
walking skeleton. One day he was eating a split dried haddock, or,
as it is called in Scotland, a spelding, when Harry Erskine came
in. You see, said Hugo, I am not starving. I must own, replied the
other, that you are very like your meat.
An Irish soldier once returning from battle in the night, marching
a little way behind his companion, called out to him, Hollo, Pat,
I have catch’d a Tartar! Bring him along then! bring him along!
Aye, but he won’t come. Why, then, come away without him. By Saint
Patrick, but he won’t let me.
Lord Somers, when Chancellor, hired a small box near Twickenham
common, in which parish Mr Johnson, secretary of state for
Scotland, built a beautiful villa. The chancellor of England
invited the secretary of Scotland to a convivial dinner; and
Johnson, as the glass was circulating, told a long tale of a
countryman of his own, and wound up his story by saying that
the person was a d--d knave. The chancellor stared at him, and
exclaimed, It is strange for you, Mr Johnson, to call a Scotchman
a knave.--Take no heed to that, said the secretary, for you may
depend on it, that we have more knaves in Scotland that ye have
honest men in England.
A gentleman being asked his opinion of the singing of a lady who
had not the purest breath, said, that the words of the song were
delightful, but he did not much admire the air.
What objection can you have to me (said a wife of Bath to her
husband) it is absolutely impossible for two people to be more of
one mind--you want to be master, and so do I?
Macklin the player, once going to one of the fire offices to insure
some property, was asked by the clerk how he would please to have
his name entered? Entered, replied the veteran, why, I am only
plain Charles Macklin, a vagabond, by act of Parliament; but, in
compliment to the times, you may set me down Charles Macklin, Esq.
as they are now synonymous terms.
A celebrated physician being sent for by a lady who imagined
herself very ill, she slept too sound, and had a very uncommon flow
of spirits. Make yourself perfectly easy Madam, said the doctor,
follow my prescription, and you shall soon have none of these
things to complain of.
Two friends, who had not seen each other a great while, meeting by
chance, one asked the other how he did? He replied, that he was not
very well, and was married since they had last met. That is good
news indeed. Nay, not so very good neither, for I married a shrew.
That is bad, too. Not so bad, neither, for I had two thousand
pounds with her. That is well again. Not so well neither, for I
laid it out in sheep, and they all died of the rot. That was hard,
in truth. Not so hard neither, for I sold the skins for more than
the sheep cost me. Aye that made you amends. Not so much amends
neither, for I laid out my money in a house, and it was burned.
That was a great loss, indeed. Not so great a loss, neither--for my
wife was burned in it!
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