Miscellany.
An Old English Inn.--Lynne Moryson, in his "Itinerary, " thus speaks of the English of his time--1817:‘ As soon as a passenger comes to an inne, the servants run to him, and one takes his horse and walkes him about till he is cool, then rubs him down and gives him feed; another servant gives the passenger his private chamber, and kindless his fire; the third pulls off his boots and makes them cleans; then the host and hostess visit him, and if he will onto with the haste, or at a common table with the others, his meals will cost him six-pence, or, in some places, four pence; but if he will eats in his own chamber, he commands what meat he will, according to his appetite; yea, the kitchen is open to him to order the meat to be dressed as he likes beat. After having eaten what he pleases, he may with credit eat by a part for next day's breakfast. His bill will then be written for him, and should he object to the charge, the host is ready to after it. Heywood has these lines upon houses of entertainment in 1862:
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‘ "The gentry to the King's Head,
The nobles to the Crown,
The knights unto the Golden Fleece,
And to the Plough the clown,
The churchman to the Mitre,
The shepherd to the Star,
The gardener him to the Rose,
To the Drum the man of way,
To the Feathers, ladies, you, etc."
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The title of a book or lecture is half a success. A lecturer in Pennsylvania has a lecture upon "The line who spell Cabbage with a K."
No doubt honesty is the best policy, but those who do honest things merely because they think is good policy, are not honest.
The grand essentials to happiness in this world are, something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
If a man is murdered by his hired men, should the coroner render a verdict of killed by his own hands!
"If ever you have a dispute with any one about money," said a needy fellow to a rich friends, "Just leave it to me"
A gentleman lately heard a laborer gravely inform two comrades that a 74-pounder is a cannon that sends a pound ball exactly 74 miles.
Theodore Hook met a friend just after leaving the King's Bench prison, who said to him that he was getting far. "Yes," replied Hook, "I was enlarged to-day."
The Bishop of Rick thanked the Bishop of Lecture for having consecrated him. "It is for me to thank you. I was the ugliest bishop in France until you were elected," said the latter.
An inscription, it is said, may be found in an Italian graveyard. "Here lies Stella, who transported a large fortune to Heaven in nets of charity, and has gone thither to enjoy it."
An intelligent farmer, being asked if his horses were well matched, replied: "Yes, they are matched first-rate, one of them is willing to do all the work, and the other is willing be should."
The mind has a certain vegetative power, which cannot be wholly idle. If it is not laid out and cultivated into a beautiful garden, it will, of itself, shoot up in weeds and flowers of a wild growth.
Be not diverted from your duty by any idle reflections the silly world may make upon you; for their consures are not in your power, and consequently should not be any part of your concern.
Poverty is the nurse of manly energy and heaven climbing thought, attended by love and faith, and hope, around whose steps the mountain breasts blow, and from wheat countenances all the virtues gather strength.
