The works of Mr. Thomas Brown, serious and comical : in prose and verse, with his remains in four volumes compleat; vol. IIBrown, Thomas
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The works of Mr. Thomas Brown, serious and comical : in prose and verse, with his remains in four volumes compleat; vol. II
Brown, Thomas
English wit and humor -- Early works to 1800; Erotic literature -- Early works to 1800; Latin literature -- Translations into English
Being arrived at the end of this doleful and execrable lane, I came into
a large open, barren plain, thro’ which ran a river, whose water was as
black as my hat: Coming to the banks of this wonderful river, an old
ill-look’d wrinkl’d fellow in a tatter’d boat, which did not seem to be
worth a groat, making towards the shoar, beckon’d, and held out his
right-hand to me: Knowing nothing of his business or character, I could
not imagine what he meant by doing so; but upon second thoughts,
thinking he had a mind to have his fortune told, _You must understand,
old gentleman_, says I to him, _that there are three principal lines in
a man’s hand, the first of which is called by the learned_ Ludovicus
Vives, _Secretary to_ Tamerlain _the magnificent, the_ linea boetica,
_line of life; the second, the_ linea hepatica, _or liver line; the
third and last, the_ linea intercalaris, _so call’d by_ Sebastian
Munster _and_ Erra Pater, _because it crosses the two aforesaid lines in
an equicrural parabola_. Hold your impertinent stuff, says the old
ferryman, _erra_ me no _erra paters_, but speak to the point, and give
me my fare, if you design to come over. By this I perceiv’d my mistake,
and knew him to be _Charon_: So I dived into my pockets, but alas! I
found all the birds were flown, if ever any had been there, which you
may believe, gentlemen, was no small mortification to me. Get you gone
for a rascally scoundrel as you are, says _Charon_, some son of whore of
a fiddler, or player, I warrant you; go and take up your quarters with
those pennyless rogues that are sunning themselves on yonder hillock. To
see now how a man may be mistaken by a fair outside! when I came up to
’em, I found them a parcel of jolly well-look’d fellows, who, one would
have thought were wealthy enough to have fined for sheriffs: I counted,
let me see, six princes of the empire that were younger brothers, ten
_French_ counts, fourteen knights of _Malta_, twelve _Welsh_ gentlemen,
sixteen _Scotch_ lairds, with abundance of chymists, projectors,
insurers, noblemens creditors, and the like; that were all wind-bound
for want of the ready _rhino_. Two days we continued in this doleful
condition; and as Dr. _Sherlock_ says of himself, in relation to the
13th chapter of the _Romans_, _here I stuck, and had stuck till the last
conflagration, if it had not been for bishop_ Overall_’s
Convocation-Book_; e’en so here we might have tarry’d world without end,
if an honest teller of the _Exchequer_, and a clerk of the _pay-office_,
had not come to our relief; who understanding our case, cry’d out,
_Come along, gentlemen, we have money enough to defray twenty such
trifles as this; God be prais’d, we had the good luck to die before the
parliament looked into our accounts_. With that they gave _Charon_ a
broad-piece each of ’em, so our whole caravan consisting of about 70
persons in all, that had not a farthing in the world to bless
themselves, ferry’d over to the other side of the river.
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