This with my hand I write and sign,
The sixteenth day of fair October,
In merry mood, but sound and sober,
Past my three-score and fifteenth year,
With spirits gay, and conscience clear,
Joyous and frolicsome, though old,
And like this day, serene but cold,
To friends well wishing, and to friends most kind,
In perfect charity with all mankind.
C.K.W
An Irish gentleman being accustomed to take a walk early every morning, was met by an acquaintance, about ten o'clock, who asking him if he had been taking his morning's walk, was answered in the negative, but, added the honest Hibernian, "I intend to take it in the afternoon."
W.G.C
A French writer having lampooned a nobleman, was caned by him for his licentious wit; when, applying to the Duke of Orleans, then Regent, and begging him to do him justice, the duke replied, with a smile, "Sir, it has been done already."
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notes
1
We believe, in Evans's collection.
2
It is only three miles from Oxford, and six or seven from Abingdon.
3
His general mode of murder was by poison; and it is said, that he so perished himself.