A COLLECTION OF JESTS. 23 what need we make a toil of a pleaſure Two Iriſhmen, walking together in the fields, were at length hem med in by a great ditch, which when they perceived, quoth one of them, we muſt go back again, for the ditch is too big. for us to jump over; nay, 'quoth the other, I proteſt I'll jump over, though I light in the middle. A number of French gentlemen, 'din- ing at a tavern in Germany, the maid, as ſhe took out the diſhes, let a rouſing fart; and her miſtreſs ſcolding her ſe- verely for domg ſuch a thing in hear- ing of the gueſts. Pſhaw, madam. ſays ſhe. you don't confider that they are all French people, and don't under- ſtand German. In Admiral Hawke's laſt engage- ment with the French, a tailor on board one of the ſhips, had a leg ſhot off, whereupon one of his meſs-mates took him down to the ſurgeon, and took his leg off the deck, and put under his arm; he was no ſooner brought down, but another of his meſs-mates began ſhaking his head, and telling him; he was very ſorry he had loft a leg. That is a damn'd lie, you ſon of a b-h, re-
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