Mr. James Spiller Comedian.
and a ſhilling to the maid for warm-
ing his bed, he mounted his nag- And
being now ſettled in his ſaddle, he
deſired the good hoſteſs to give him a
glaſs of brandy, which ſhe did: And
he drank to her very good health, ren-
dering her his hearty thanks for her
great civility. But while ſhe ſtood
talking with him, for that little ſpace,
having an occaſion to break wind, and
not dreaming that he could be at all
informed of the report, and recover
his hearing ſo eaſily, ſhe never ſtood
upon ceremony, but let fly at once,
with the report of a demi-cannon. At
this vociferations ſalute, Spiller re-
turned,—Well ſaid, madam, By hea-
ven that was a rouſer, I hope madam
you are better, I never heard a more
banging f—t in my life.
G—d curſe you! cried the hoſteſs,
is this you that was deaf all night;
and can hear a f—t in the morning?
You ſcoundrel dog! you richly deſerve
your brains knocked out.—Here her
paſſion was ſo great, that ſhe could
not contain herſelf; to while ſhe was
looking about for ſomething to throw
