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The Collector.
profession , They were called , ' Plague , Pestilence , and Famine ; Battle , Murder , and Sudden Death . ' KING OF PRUSSIA . SOME commissaries having been sent by the King of Prussia to levy a new tax in a village in Germanyat the time when the French
re-, volution began , assembled the principal inhabitants , and read to them the ordinance of the King . ' We do not understand it , ' said these honest Germans . It was re ^ d a second time . ' It is strange , ' said they , ' but we cannot understand it ! ' ' Not understand it ! Why it is x-ery good German . '— ' Oh , it is German , is it ? Excuse us , we un dcrstand nothing but French . ' The commissaries sent to Berlin for
instruftions how they should proceed , and received for answer , ' Pa § s by that village , and proceed to another , into which the French language has not made its way . '
HENRY THE GREAT . HENRY the Fourth of France loved pleasantry , and willingly allowed it in the companions of his victories . Walking one day in the environs of Paris , he stopped , and puttin g his head between his legs , said , looking at the city , ' Ah how many cuckold ' s nests ! ' A courtier , who was , near him , did the same thing , and cried , ' Sire , I see
the Louvre 1 '—[ the King ' s palace . ] SUPERSTITION . A LATE Dignitary of the established church was once chaplain to a British faftory . A Protestant , who belonged to it , happening to die at a village a few miles distanthis friendson account of his
dif-, , ference in the faith , found every argument , with the parish priest , to permit his interment , of no wei ght . The chaplain of the faftory waited upon him in person , and after mentionin g his quality and his business , related the followin g circumstance -. ' When ! was a curate in London , I was interring a corpse one Sunday afternoon , and had not gone half through the ceremony , when a woman , passing through the crowd ,
pulled me by the sleeve : ' Sir , ' said she , ' I must speak to you !'—* Speak to me , woman ! ' said I , ' you must stay till 1 have finished the ceremony 1— ' No , Sir , ' replied she , ' you must hear me immediately . Do you not know that you are going to bury a man who died of the small-pox by the side of my poor husband , who never had them . 'The priest felt the force of the anecdote , and immediately consented to the interment .
RETORT COURTEOUS . A FaS . NCH nobleman one day visiting a famous duke , a favourite little dog bit his Lordship ' s leg . ' Fear nothing , my Lord , ' said the Duke , ' my dog never bites . ' On which his Lordship , instantly ¦ knocking down the little animal with a violent blow of his cane , rep lied in the- same tone of voice— ' Fear nothing , my Lord , I never beat dage . '
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The Collector.
profession , They were called , ' Plague , Pestilence , and Famine ; Battle , Murder , and Sudden Death . ' KING OF PRUSSIA . SOME commissaries having been sent by the King of Prussia to levy a new tax in a village in Germanyat the time when the French
re-, volution began , assembled the principal inhabitants , and read to them the ordinance of the King . ' We do not understand it , ' said these honest Germans . It was re ^ d a second time . ' It is strange , ' said they , ' but we cannot understand it ! ' ' Not understand it ! Why it is x-ery good German . '— ' Oh , it is German , is it ? Excuse us , we un dcrstand nothing but French . ' The commissaries sent to Berlin for
instruftions how they should proceed , and received for answer , ' Pa § s by that village , and proceed to another , into which the French language has not made its way . '
HENRY THE GREAT . HENRY the Fourth of France loved pleasantry , and willingly allowed it in the companions of his victories . Walking one day in the environs of Paris , he stopped , and puttin g his head between his legs , said , looking at the city , ' Ah how many cuckold ' s nests ! ' A courtier , who was , near him , did the same thing , and cried , ' Sire , I see
the Louvre 1 '—[ the King ' s palace . ] SUPERSTITION . A LATE Dignitary of the established church was once chaplain to a British faftory . A Protestant , who belonged to it , happening to die at a village a few miles distanthis friendson account of his
dif-, , ference in the faith , found every argument , with the parish priest , to permit his interment , of no wei ght . The chaplain of the faftory waited upon him in person , and after mentionin g his quality and his business , related the followin g circumstance -. ' When ! was a curate in London , I was interring a corpse one Sunday afternoon , and had not gone half through the ceremony , when a woman , passing through the crowd ,
pulled me by the sleeve : ' Sir , ' said she , ' I must speak to you !'—* Speak to me , woman ! ' said I , ' you must stay till 1 have finished the ceremony 1— ' No , Sir , ' replied she , ' you must hear me immediately . Do you not know that you are going to bury a man who died of the small-pox by the side of my poor husband , who never had them . 'The priest felt the force of the anecdote , and immediately consented to the interment .
RETORT COURTEOUS . A FaS . NCH nobleman one day visiting a famous duke , a favourite little dog bit his Lordship ' s leg . ' Fear nothing , my Lord , ' said the Duke , ' my dog never bites . ' On which his Lordship , instantly ¦ knocking down the little animal with a violent blow of his cane , rep lied in the- same tone of voice— ' Fear nothing , my Lord , I never beat dage . '