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The City of Bristol presenting Lord Chief Justice Pratt
with the Freedom in a Gold Box.
The Chat of the Day.—So, Sir, as I was saying, the report of a pistol was heard on a sudden by her Ladyship, who ran frightened into his Lordship’s apartment, whom she had left not long before sitting in his chair dosing ; when lo! she
found his Lordship sprawling on the floor, with his face all over blood : alarmed at this horrid spectacle, as you know, any body, as well as her Ladyship, would have been, she threw up the window, and called out murder. This of course brought a number of people together, and a great bustle it occasioned; however a very little time happily unravelled this mystery which wore so frightful an aspect: for as soon as fear would allow time for enquiry, it was discovered, that as one of the servants was cleaning the fire-arms below stairs, a pistol among them, which happened to be loaded, accidentally went off, but nobody was hurt ; at this instant it chanced that his Lordship, either suddenly surprised as the explosion, or from some other cause, fell out of his chair, and falling on his face, his nose bled: this gave occasion to the false report of a great person's shooting himself; for which the above is all the foundation, and his Lordship is as well, Sir, as either you or me.
Epitaph on a Sea-Officer in Torryburn Church-yard, in
the County of Fife, in Scotland.
Lies honest Captain Hill,
With upright heart and will.
To vice of no kind given;
Has made the port of Heaven.
To a Gentleman, who sent the Author some writing
You gave what no man could refuse,
The following curious address lately appeared as an advertisement in the Birmingham Gazette :“ Morgan Davis, of the Beaufort Arms, at Petty France, Gloucestershire, finding his activity daily falling off, and his corpulency increasing so as to prevent his waiting upon his customers in a manner equal to his wishes, has (to take example from other great men) retired from his public station, to enjoy in a private one what he flatters himself
he has acquired with honour to himself, and satisfaction to the world. He therefore begs leave in this manner to express his gratitude to the nobility, gentry, and public in general, for the favours he has received; but his real unaffected embarrassment is so great as to prevent his doing it in words, adequate to the feeling of his heart—he can only say to them collectively, as he has often done individually,– You are welcome-I am obliged to you—I wish you safe and happy through life, good landlords, and agreeable accommodations. .
Mr. Davis is not of a dwarfish size, and by arithmetical calculation it appears that it will require no small quantity of meat, drink, and cloathing, to maintain his greatness, and as these things cannot be procured without a certain article, called by the wise man the Root of Evil-he hopes all persons who are any ways indebted to him will immediately settle their accounts; and he assures those to whom he is debtor that he will directly discharge their demands; but his gratitude to the public must and always will remain a debt.
The following very simple process will produce an ink equal to the best Indian ink, in all its properties and effects :--Boil parchment shavings, or cuttings of glove leather, in water till it becomes a size, which when cool, forms a jelly :-then
having blackened an earthen plate or dish, by holding it over the flame of a candle, mix up with a camel-hair pencil, the fine lamp-black thus obtained, with some of the size while the plate is warm.-Good common carpenters' glue may be used instead of size, and lamp-black may be procured in any required quantity from the smoke of oil, tallow, &c. that sold in the shops is, however, too coarse :-a little musk may be added to give it the smell of Indian ink, from which this composition differs only in the circumstance, that the Chinese infuse ox-gall, or some similar substance, which gives it a yellowish metallic lustre when dry, in no degree, however, essential to the artist.
The Vidette Eaters.--Some time since, when the Dublin Yeomanry were on permanent duty, the main guard of a certain Fusileer Corps, being stationed in Stephen's Green, near the residence of their Captain, Sir John W— , a very fine pair of leverets, which were intended as a present for the Knight, by the blundering of a drunken higgler, were left at the guard-house. Without any very minute inquiries after the owner of the leverets, they were ordered to be dressed for supper, and, in addition to the contents of their haversacks, afforded a very comfortable regale to the men on duty. Scarcely was supper ended, when the guard was ordered to be turned out, and two videttes, or orderly men, havin notified