The Sun.
London, England, 1829-08-24 00:00:00

tion of Mr. Langton. As Ido not know the date of
Johomm's visit to Langton, I cannot tell how old he was
at the time of this downw,lrd flight.' He died, as all
tie iv. thl knew at the time, and hardly any one knows
now, in 1785, in the seventy-fifth )ear of his age. He
lung li,ve been inure than half a century old at the time
of this lark. When old men, being also wise men, play
foul's tricks, it ought to be considered as a good-natured
condescension on their part."

It must have been a truly edifying spectacle to

have seen the grave and elephantine Dr. Samuel
Johnson tumbling, in black worsted shorts, head
over heels down a hill, like a butt of port down
a plank into a wine-cellar ! We know of
nothing to equal it, except the sight of the same
Doctor making love to his " Tetty"—a fat short
woman, with the thick part of her face down-
wards like a pyramid—at midnight on their nup-
tial couch. The following anecdote has an
amazingly rich flavour about it. It reminds us
of the epicure in Washington Irving's " Legend
of Sleepy Hollow" licking his lips at the suck-
ing pigs in his neighbour's farm-yard :

" R. Y. died when his stomach' could no longer pro-
perly dispose of a daily superfluity of roast beef and old
port. This period ariived to him soon after he had at-
tained his grand climacteric. Eating was, to him, not
merely a sensual enjoyment, but an occupation : nay, still
more, one of his pleasures of the imagination ;" for ex-
ample, in_a country walk we approached a farm-house,
near which ran a rivulet; on the waters of this stream, a
duck was swimming followed by her young ones : ' -
you !' said R. Y. This was an usual expletive with
him; it was on this occasion addressed to the ducklings,
which, with an eye at once poetical and gluttonous, be
saw were plump and well grown, ' - you! I should
like to see you nicely roasted, with sage and onion in your
crops.'"
Our author's anecdotes of Paley—expediency

Paley—are full and characteristic. For instance,

" ' Law'—it was thus, and without further addition,
that he designated the Bishop of Carlisle—' Law was
vapouring about residence; declaring, that in riding
through a parish he could tell whether a clergyman was
resident there or not; as, if it were so, that circumstance
always threw an air of civility over the people who in-
habited it. Why, said I,' Paley continued, I know a
great many parishes to which I could take you, and, let
the whole population pass in review before you, you shall
not be able to tell which is the parson : Iknow him by

certain signs that I have learned by long practice: he
has usually a black silk handkerchief round his neck, and
he is more greasy than any man in the parish, except the
butcher. And these are your men to throw an air of
civility over a people !' And he seriously removed the
doubts of the incredulous among his hearers, by re-asserting
that a large proportion of the clergy of his former Arch-
deaconry were men of this equivocal exterior.
" We had a good joke against Law ; you have read
his works ? Well ; no matter : the fact is, he is very
fond of parenthfses in the structure of his sentences; he
will set a pair of hooks at a great distance one from the
other, and then have another little parenthesis in the belly
of that. He bad a book printed at Carlisle ; they were
a long time about it : he sent several time to hasten
them ; at last he called himself to know the reason of the
delay. Why does not my book make its appearance ?'
said he to the printer 'My Lord, lam extremely sorry ;
but we have been obliged to send to Glasgow for a pound
of parentheses.' Law heard of this often."
For the benefit of the uninitiated, we subjoin

the Very Rev. Dean Paley's notions on the
score of swindling. They are amusing, not to
say instructive, and may furnish a good hint to
some of our London professors in that line of