( 24 ) he, for I have got it under my arm. As Dean Swift was croffing the ferry; at Dublin, turning himfelf from the paffengers in the ftern of the boat, afk- ed a poor man near him, Well, friend, what profeffion are you of ? I am a tai- lor? Sir, anfwered the other, not know- ing the Dean. Are you married ? faid Swift. Yes, Sir, repled the tailor. And who wears the breeches ? faid the Dean. My a—fe, anfwered the other. A gentleman one day gave his fer- vant a kick on his breech, upon which the fellow let a roufing f—t, his mafler was horribly offended, but the fervant faid, Why, Sir, would you knock at a door and have no body anfwer. An Irifhman at Chefter, upon en quiring at his landlord, how he could get to London, and being told he might go in the waggon, he replied, No, ho ney, that won’t do, I am always fea fick when ride in a waggon A Schoolmafter afking one of his boy in a cold winter morning, what was La tin for cold ? the boy hefitated a little— What firrah, faid he, can’t you tell? Yes yes, cried the boy, I have it my finger ends FINIS.
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