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But surely, my Lord, you would not have me fight every body.”
Last Thursday a person came to an inn in Hertingfordbury, and said he should lie there that night, for he was afraid to proceed to London, having a considerable sum of money about him; but in farther discourse he declared he was not afraid of any one man, and that no one person should ever rob him. Next day he was attacked in his way to London by a highwayman, who presenting a pistol cocked to his breast, used the expression he had heard over night :-“ What, you won't be robbed by any one man, will you ?” The person attacked had presence of mind to answer, “ No, I will not ; but there are two of you ;” (though, in fact, there was nobody else in sight) and pointed up a lane behind the highwayman; who thereupon (as the person attacked had intended) turned his head to look at the third person, who he knew was no accomplice, and therefore feared he might be the means of taking him. The person attacked took the advantage whilst the highwayman was so looking back, and struck him off his horse with the but end of his whip, and seized him, and he is now in Hertford gaol.
The following is from the last Aberdeen Intelligence. A begging Highlander from the Isle of Sky, travelling from Glenlivet to Lochaber, the
the end of last month, in a deep'snow, missed his way, and wandered in the hills for several days; but a clergyman in the neighbourhood hearing that a person had been seen at a distance bewildered in the snow, sent some men in search of him, who found him in a hill lying on his face as dead, with one of his legs standing upright like a stake; who having carried him to the clergyman's house in blankets, partly by the gradual warmth of a cow-byre, in which he was first put, and partly by the help of some spirits gently put into his mouth, with some crumbs of bread, he so recovered as to be able to speak. The account he gave of himself is, That he was going to drive, cows from the lowlands into his own country for his winter provision; that he travelled as long as his legs could bear him, and then crawled on his hands and knees, having nothing to eat but the crops of heather, till he became quite numbed. When he was taken out of the snow, in which he had been for eight days, his legs were frozen, that one broke off by the knee, and the other by the middle. His body has since broke out in blisters and fiery pimples, accompanied with exquisite tormenting pain; so that there is no hope of his recovery.
A few days since, a gentleman and a lady went into à church in this metropolis, in order to be married; but when the minister came to that part of the ceremony, where the bridegroom is to re
peat the words, “ With my body I thee worship;" he said, “ Sir, I am a dissenter, and will not repeat these words :” to which the clergyman replied, “ Sir, I am a churchman, and will not omit them :” “ Your servant, Sir,” and “ Your servant, Sir,” ended the debate, and the parties returned home unmarried.
Sunday last was buried at St Martin's in the Fields, Mrs. Eastwood, tripe-woman, in Hungerford-market. It is said she has died worth 3,0001. What is remarkable, she allowed her husband, who only died two years since, one guinea a day pocket-money, which seldom was sufficient. to serve him.
Curious Epitaph on a Blacksmith.
Here cool the ashes
Late of this parish, Blacksmith.
Having some talents for irony,
This rendered him so unpopular, -
measures, His conduct was generally accompanied with a hiss. . Though he sometimes proved a warm friend,
Yet, where his interest was concerned,
anvil, He seldom failed to shape it to his own advantage. Among numerous instances that might be given of the
cruelty of his disposition, It need only be mentioned, he was the means of hanging
many of the innocent family of bells,
the hottest flames,
of their tempers.
black actions, His fire being exhausted, and his bellows worn out,
. He filed off to that place, Where only the fervid ordeal of his own forge could be
exceeded, : Declaring with his last puff, That man is born to trouble, as the sparks fly upwards.
A Receipt to pay a Reckoning.– A certain popular nobleman, on his return from Bath, was so delighted with his entertainment at a great inn at M— -gh, that he stayed there a fortnight, with all his retinue. He took his leave of the landlord with great expressions of perfect satisfaction, but never asked for his bill. The landlord carried his politeness so far as not to tender his account till his Lordship was seated in his chariot, and just ready to set off. His Lordship looked at the sum total, which was only 2001., said the bill was extremely reasonable, and bade the coachman drive on.
Last Sunday died at Durham, whither he went for the recovery of his health, Mr. Robert Dodsley, Bookseller, in Pall Mall, author of the Toy-shop, the Miller of Mansfield, the tragedy of Cleone, and other poetical pieces. —He was highly esteemed by all his acquaintance, among whom were many of the first characters of the age, both in point of rank and abilities, for his good-nature, and for his affable and decent behaviour. No man was ever more inoffensive, nor could any one fill the station in life, to which his personal talents raised him, with greater reputation.
Ipswich, November 23.—Last week a man and his wife falling into discourse with a grazier at Parham fair, the husband offered him his wife in