The Choice Humorous Works, Ludicrous Adventures, Bons Mots, Puns, and Hoaxes of Theodore HookHook, Theodore Edward
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The Choice Humorous Works, Ludicrous Adventures, Bons Mots, Puns, and Hoaxes of Theodore Hook
Hook, Theodore Edward
English wit and humor
"Why," replied Daly, "it would have ended, I have no doubt, as
prosperously as it begun, had not my new friend, Bagswash, committed
himself by begging me to drink some London Particular Madeira--Duff,
Murphy, Gordon, or something of that sort. The moment I tasted it
I knew what it was, and, rather elated by circumstances, and my
other previous libations, I had the temerity to address the dear,
interesting, white-necked creature next me, and, in a tone of
confidential condolence, begged her not to be deceived, for that
although her amiable papa might be a judge of other things, he
evidently knew nothing of wine, and that the stuff he called 'London
Particular' was neither more nor less than infernally bad Teneriffe.
"The male Bagswash was unconscious of the imputation, but the queen
B. overheard me, and, looking towards what might literally be called
her open countenance, I saw symptoms of fire breaking out, and in
less than a minute afterwards the domestic Proserpine exclaimed
'Come, girls, let us go--too much of your _pa's_ Tenreefe will do you
a mischief.' Up she got, and out she wheeled herself, and the moment
she set the example, away went the nine she Bagswashes, like so many
goslings after the maternal goose.
"I," continued Daly, "regretted the retreat, for I had had an
opportunity to insinuate myself, and never saw an audience more
thoroughly prepared to be gratified; indeed, so convinced were they,
from what they had heard of me, that I was a vastly agreeable person,
and talked epigrams, that when, while they were all sitting with
their ears open to catch my _facetiæ_, I happened to observe (the
first observation I had made, too, and that, in reply to a question
of the big Bagswash) that I thought mustard went remarkably well
with cold boiled beef, they all burst out into an immoderate fit of
laughter; and the doctor, who had been tutored into a belief in my
superlative wit, exclaimed, 'Oh, oh, that's too bad!' which every
fool cries out, either when he thinks a thing remarkably good, or
does not comprehend it in the least, which last was the case--as
indeed it was with all the rest of the party--with my new-found
medical friend."
"Did you contrive," said I, "to affront the rest of the company
before you quitted it?"
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