The good-fellow's calendar, and almanack of perpetual jocularity: containing a choice collection of laughable narratives, facetious anecdotes, singular facts, and mirth-yielding details; all embellished with sterling wit, genuine humour, and piquant richness; and interspersed with mirthful "gems of poesy": the whole so divertingly, and so chronologically put together, that the reader is presented with a mass of merriment for every month in the year ...
Sherwood, Gilbert, and Piper, 1826 - Humor - 344 pages
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Page 254 - They had a thousand sly things to say to the waiting-maid, whom they called Louisa, and Ethelinda, and a dozen other fine names, changing the name every time, and chuckling amazingly at their own waggery. My mind, however, had become completely engrossed by the stout gentleman. He had kept my fancy in chase during a long day, and it was not now to be diverted from the scent.
Page 244 - It was a rainy Sunday in the gloomy month of November. I had been detained, in the course of a journey, by a slight indisposition, from which I was recovering; but was still feverish, and obliged to keep within doors all day, in an inn of the small town of Derby. A wet Sunday in a country inn! — whoever has had the luck to experience one can alone judge of my situation.
Page 248 - Boots, and all the other vagabond race that infest the purlieus of an inn; but the bustle was transient; the coach again whirled on its way; and boy and dog, and hostler and Boots, all slunk back again to their holes; the street again became silent, and the rain continued to rain on. In fact, there was no hope of its clearing up; the barometer pointed to rainy weather; mine hostess's tortoise-shell cat sat by the fire washing her face, and rubbing her paws over her ears; and.
Page 256 - ... worse, at my head. I went to bed, therefore, and lay awake half the night in a terribly nervous state ; and even when I fell asleep, I was still haunted in my dreams by the idea of the stout gentleman and his waxtopped boots. I slept rather late the next morning, and was awakened by some stir and bustle in the house, which I could not at first comprehend ; until getting more awake, I found there was a mail-coach starting from the door. Suddenly there was a cry from below, " The gentleman has...
Page 250 - The waiter came down in a huff. The butter was rancid, the eggs were overdone, the ham was too...
Page 251 - Chronicle" newspaper. I set him down, therefore, for a Whig ; or rather, from his being so absolute and lordly where he had a chance, I suspected him of being a radical. Hunt, I had heard, was a large man ; " who knows," thought I,
Page 252 - Men who have seen the world, and been sworn at Highgate : who are used to tavern life ; up to all the tricks of tapsters, and knowing in. the ways of sinful publicans. Free livers on a small scale ; who are prodigal within the compass of a guinea...
Page 245 - This is a public room set apart at most inns for the accommodation of a class of wayfarers, called travellers, or riders ; a kind of commercial knightserrant, who are incessantly scouring the kingdom in gigs, on horseback, or by coach. They are the only successors that I know of, at the present day, to the knights-errant of yore.
Page 244 - I know of nothing more calculated to make a man sick of this world than a stable-yard on a rainy day. The place was littered with wet straw that had been kicked about by travellers and stable-boys. In one corner was a stagnant...
Page 252 - It was in the stout gentleman's room. He evidently was a large man, by the heaviness of his tread; and an old man, from his wearing such creaking soles. "He is doubtless," thought I, " some rich old square-toes, of regular habits, and is now taking exercise after breakfast.