Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1856-11-10
EVENING STAR,
DR.. Johnsou's Puddino


| Last summerI made an excursion to Seat
land, with the intention of completing nv
| views, and went over the same ground de-
| scribed by the learned tourists DR. johnson
and Boswell. 1 am in the habit of taking
very long walks on these occasions; and per-
ceiviug storm threaten, made the best of
my way to small building. L arrived in
time at neat little inn, and was received Ly
respectable looking man and his wife, who
did all in their power 10 make me comforta.
Bile After eating some excellent fried NUT
ton chops, and drinking a quart of ale, L
asked the landlord to sit down and partake Of
bowl of whisky punch. found him as the
Scotch generally are, very intelligent, and
full Of anecdotes, of which the following may
serve as a specimen:
Sir" said the landlord, "this inn was
formerly kept by Andrew MacgregOr, a rela-
| tlon OF mine; and these hard bOttomed chairs
I'm which We are now sitting) we're, years ago,
| tiled by the great tourists, travelling like the
| lion and jackal. Boswell generally preceded
| the Doctor in search Of food, and being much
pleased with the looks OF the house, followed
bis nose into the larder, where he saw a fine
| leg Of mutton. He ordered ii to be roasted
with the utmost expedition, and gave particu
lar orders for nice pudding Now says he,
make the best of all puddings Elated with
his good luck, he Immediately went out in
search OF his friend, and saw the giant Of
learning slowly advancing on pony
my dear sir, said Boswell, out of breath
with JOY, good news! 1 have just bespoke,
| at a comfortable and clean inn here delicious
leg Of mutton; it is now getting ready, and L
Halter myself that We shall make an excellent
meal. johnson looked pleased And [
h0pe," said he, "you have bespoke pud-
ding "Sir, you will have your favorite
pu lding," replied the other.
johnson got Of the pony, and the poor
m al rali e. q L.
into the stable Boswell usbered the Doctor
into the house, and left him to prepare for bis
delicious treat. Johnson feeling his coat
rather damp, from the iGist Of the mountains
went into the kitchen and throw his upper gar
inent on chair before the fire 4; he sat on q
hob near little boy who was attending the
meat. johnson occasionally peeped fron be-
hind his coat, while the boy kept batting the
mutton. johnson did not like the appearance
Ct his head; when he shifted the bastipg
ladle from one hand, the other hand was
never idle, and the Doctor thought at the
same time he saw something fall on the meat
upon which he determined to eat no mutton
on that day. The dinner was announced,
Boswell exclaimed, My dear Doctor, here
comes the nutton-what a picture done to a
turn, and looks so beautifully brown The
Doctor Uttered. After short grace, Boswell
said:
81 suppose L am to carve, as usual what
partsball help you too.' The Doctor replied:
My dear Bozy, / did not like to tell you
before, but am determined 10 abstain from
meat to day.
90, dear! this is great disappointment, .
said Bozy
Say no more L shall make myself ample
amends with the pudding y
Boswell commenced the attack and made
the first cut at the mutton. @ How the g avy
runs; what fine favored fat, So nice and
brown, too. Oh, sir you would have relished
this prime piece or mutton"
The meat being removed, in came tie
long wished for pudding The Doctor looking
joyous, fell eagerly to, and in q few moments
nearly finished the pudding. The table was
cleared, and Boswell said
doctor, while l was eating the mutton,
you seemed freq quently inclined to laugh; pray,
tell me what tickled your fancy ?''
he Doctor then literally told him all that
had passed at the kitchen fire, about the boy
and the basting Boswell turned as pale as a
parsnip, and, sick Of himself and the COM
pany, darted out Of the room. Somewhat rc-
lieved on returning, he insisted on seeing the
dirty little rascally boy, whom he severely
reprimanded before johnson. The poor boy
cried-the Doctor laughed.
" You little, filthy, snivelling hound" said
Boswell, "when you basted the meat, why
did you not put on tho cap saw you in this
morning ?"
" couldn't, sir, said the boy.
ono! why couldn't you ga said Boswell
4" Because my nanny took il from NE to
boil the pudding in ~
"The Doctor gathered up his herculean
frame, stood erect, touched the ceiling with
bis wig, stared or squiuted; indeed, Iookel
any way but the right way At last, with
mouth wide open (nOne Of the smalesD and
stomach heaving, he with some difficulty re-
covered his breath, and, locking at Boswell
G. 4. I
tie lungs of stentor
Mr. Boswell, sir, leave eff laughing, and
under pain Of MY eternal displeasure, never
utter 4 single syllable Of this abOminabls ad
venture TO any soul living " lille you breathe. "
- And such" " said mine host, q you have the
positive fact from the mouth of your humble
scrvant "-fngflO' RemlnISceHSeS.