New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1855-08-17

only Of humOr IN nirnseif, OUT IN VI
IL in others a. made him an amusing subject OF speed
la;ion 20 my father.
The CONVEX alton at dinner took liberal turn. My
father IN the fn career Of his spirits happened 70
cay, Though be was not generally considered an "
liberal man. yet be must confess he had one little
weakness one secret wish-he should Ike to rodsf a
Quaker" -
horror. "ross, Quaker" Yes, Sir, with the sres;
est grnvi-y roast q Quaker 4" But DO you
slider Mr. Smith toe torture !" Yes, Sir, said my
father, a. have considered everything i msy be
wrong, rs you say: the Quaker would un1ouotedly
suffer acutely but every has hs tasies-mne would
be TO roast Quaker one would satisfy me, only ooe
but II is one of those peculianiles have striVen
against in vein, and hope YOU Will pardon my weak
Dest.'
Mr.. IS honest simplicity could stand this no
longer and be seemed hardly able to cit at table with
him. The whole company were in roers OF laughter at
the sceIe but neither thu, nor the mrh and mischief
sparkling in ny fathers eye enlightened him IN the
least for Joke was a thing of which he had no con-
ception. AT last my father, seeing that ne wac giving
real pain said, Come, come, Mr.. -, since yol
think this so very Liberal must be wrong and will
give up my roasted Quaker rather than your esteem
let us drink wine together Peace was made, bur
believe neither time explanation would have ever
made him comprehend that IT was Joke
Though il was the general habit in Yorkshire 10
make Wits Of two or three days the houses in the
neehbcrhoOd, yet not unequenty invitations to din
only came, and CONT times 10 house at consid-
cradle distance.
did YOU ever dire out in the country said my
father; what misery human beings iniict on each
other under the name Of pleasure We went to dine
last Thursday with Mr. -, neighboring clergyman,
hsunch of veuison being the stimulus to the invita-
ton. We set out at five clock, drove IN broIing
sun on dusty roads three miles IN our best gowns,
founi Squire and parsons assembled In a small hot
room tie whole house redolent OF frying; talked, as
Is woi Of roads, weather, aid turnips that done
began 10 grow hungry then serious them Impatient
AZ last a stripping, evidently caught up for the occa
soD, opered the door and beckoned our host out OF
the room. After some some moments OF awful sus-
uense he returned 20 with face OF much distres So,
saving the assisting in the kitchen had mis-
taken the soup for dirty water and had thrown away,
so we must do without IT, all agreed II was per-
hans az well we should under the circumstances. AT
lest 10 our Joy, dinner announced; bat OH ye
GODS az we entered the diring what gale met
our nose the venson was high the venison I'M
ea;nble and was obliged TO follow the soup with all
speed.
Dinner proceeded, but our spirits tagged under
these accumulated msfOrtrDes there was an ominous
napse between the fret and second course; looked
each other in the face-whatnew disaster awaited US
tie pause became fearful At last the door burs open,
and the boy rushed in, calling ont aloud, Please, Sir
has Betty any right TO leather 2 What human grsv-
ity could stand this We rOared with daughters all
took part against Betty, obtained the second course
with some difficulty, bored each other the usual time,
ordered our CARRIAGES expecting our poetboys To be
drunk and were grateful TO Providence for not per-
hitting them 10 deposit III wet ditch. so much for
dinners in the country y
The account. of his life in Yorkshire is filed
with amusing incidents, but we must not delay
our narrative by any further quotations from
this part of his biography. In 1928, he was pre-
seuted by Lord Lyndhurst with a prebendal
stall in Bristol, and soon after removed his
residence to beautiful rural living called
Combe Flory, connected with that office.
His promotion in the Church was step in
life which added very materially to his happi-
ness. "Moralsts tell YOU" said be, "of the
evils of wealth and stat n, and the happiness
of poverty have been very poor the greatest
part of my life, and have borne it as we'll,
believe, as most people, but l can safely say
that l have been happier every guinea l have
gained. l well remember, when Mrs. Sydney
and ! were young, in London, vita no other
equipage than my umbrella, when we went out
to dinner in hackney coach "a vehicle, by the
by now become almost matter of history,
when the rafting step was let down and the
proud, powdered redplushes grinned, and her
gown was fringed with straw how the iron en-
tered into my soul"
In 1882 he was appointed by Lord Grey to
prebendal stall at ST. Paufs, London, in ex-
change for the one Of inferior value he held at
Bristol. Hereh his life passed on with no extra
ordinary event to disturb its equable and genial
course, till in the enjoyment Of a beautiful old
age and in possession of all his faculties, he
gradually approached the hour of departure and
quietly breathed his last at the age Of seventy
four, in the year 1916.
The witty sayings of Sydney Smith have been
so much banded about almost TO have become
proverbial, but We will not close this notice
without recalling few of the "brilliants" that
are scattered throughout the volumes 10 dsz-
cling profusion.
| The following are some fragments Of my father 8
| conversation in London:
| Some one asked ii the Bishop Of was gong 10
marry. Perhaps he may said my father; yet
| how can bishop marry How can he tirt The
most be can say s will see you in the vestry after
| service"
| An argument arose, in which my father observed
/ how many Of the eminent men of the world had
been dminutve in person, and after naming several
among the ancients. be added, Why, look there al
/ Jeffrey; and there is my little friend - who has
not body enough TO cover his mind decenty with; his
| intellect is improperly exposed"
"When took my Yorkshire servants into Somer-
setshire found that they thought making drink
ont of apples was a tempting of Providence who had
intended barley 10 be the only natural material OF In
| to1ication.'
1--WE naturally lose illusions as We get older, like
teeth but there is no Cartwright 70 tit new set into
our understandings. have, alas only one illusion
lett and that is the Archbishop of Canterbury"
"The charm of London IL that you are never glad
or sorry for ten minutes together in the country you
! are the ore and the other for weeks.
There is a New-Zealand attorney arrived IN Lon
| don With 6s. sd. tattooed all over his face"
yes he has spent al his Ife in letting down empty
buckets into empty wells; and he is frttering away