Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1857-01-08
Doctor Johnson's Pudding.

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An artist,who made an excursion to Scot.
land, went over the same groued described
! by the learned tourists, DR.. Johnson and
Boswell, and preceiving storm threaten,
made the best OF his way % small build
ing. He arrived in time at a neat little Inn,
and was received BY respectable man and
his wife, who did all in their power to maks
him comfortable. He found the landlord, a.
the Scotch generally are. very intelligent,
and full OF anecoote, Of which the following
may serve as a specimen:
Sir said the landlord, 'this inn was for.
merly kept by Andrew Macgregor, rsia-
tion of mine, and these hard-bottomed
Ichairs, in which we are now sitting wers
years ago filed by the great tourists, DR..
Johnson and Boswell st{ayeling like the lion
and the jackal, ReSs8 leerslly proceeded
the Doctor ir sesr6k Of fool, and being
much pleased with ,hs ic6kseE the house.
followed his nose, into the larder, where he
saw fine leg of mutton. He ordered it 10
be roasted with the utmost expedition, and
gave particular orders for nice pudding =
Now says he, make the best OF all pud-
dings.' Elated with his good luck. he im-
mediately went out in search Of his friend.
and saw the giant of learning slowly adTaa-
cling on pony.
| My dear SIR said Boswell. out Of breath
with joy good nsws! | have just bespoke at
a comfortable and clean inn here, delici-
Gus leg mutton; it is now getting ready.
and fatter myself that we shall have an
excellent NEAL And hope said he. yea
have bespoke pudding Sir you will have
your favorits pudding" replied the other.
Johnson got of his pony, and the posr
animal relieved Of the giant, smelt his way
into the stable, Boswell ushered the doctsr
into the house, and left him to prepare fer
his delicious treat. Johnson, feeling his
coat rather damp from the mist OF the noun
tains, went into the kitchen, and threw his
upper garment over chair before the frs;
he set on q hob, near a little boy, who was
yerv busy attending to the meat. Johnson
occasionally peeped from behind his coat.
while the boy kept basting the mutton
Johnson did not like the appearance Of his
head--while he shifted the basting lasls
from one hand and the other was never idle
and he thought he saw. at the same time.
some thing fall on the meat, upon which ber
determined to eat no mutton that day.-Ths
dinner aonosnced, Boswe II exclaimed, ny,
dear doctor, here comes the muttsn-what
a picture, done to true; and looks SO bead
titully brown!" The doctor Uttered. After
4 short grace, BOswell said:
81 suppose I am 10 carve. as usu al! What
part shall help you to. The Doctor re-
piled.
81 Ny dear BoEy, did not like to tell yea
before; but am determined 10 sbstsin froH
meat to-day,
80 dear, this is great disappointment"
said Bo1y.
Boswell commenced the attack, and made
the first cut at the mutton. How the gravy
runs: what fne favored fat,-so nice aud
brown. too Oh, sir, you would have relish
ed this fine piece of mutton
The mest being removed in came the
long wished for pubbing. The Doctor
looked joyous. fell eagerly to, and in . few
mina,eS nearly finished the pudding. Ths
table was cleared, and Bozy said:
Doctor, whilst was eating the mutton
you seemed frequently incliaed 10 laugh.
pray tell me what tickled your fanny"
The Doctor then literally told Ihim sli
that had harrenea at the kitebe. Gre aoUut
the boy and the basting. Boswell turned
as pale as parsnip, and, sick of himself
and the company, darted out of the room.
Somewhat relieved, on returning ne insis-
ted on seeing The dirty little rssca!ly hoy,
whome he repremanded before Johnson.
The Posr boy crIed-,he Doctor laughed.
You little, sniyeling hound, said Boswell,
when You basted the mea, Why did you
not put or the cap saw you in this NOR
ning!"
Il couldn't, SIR said the boy.
No! Why couldn't you'' said Boswell:
Because my nanny took it from ne 10
boil the pudding n."
The Doctor gathered up his herculean
frame ,and stood Crect, touching The ceaiing
with his wig, stared or squin,ed, indeed ,Iook-
ing any way but the wright way. At las.
with mouth wide open (none 81 the sma'esO
and stomach hsaving. he with some dific!ty
recovered his breath, and looking at Boswell
with dignifed contempt, rosred cut with rhs
ungs of stentor:-
'Ir. Boswell, sir, leave of laughing aad
lnder pain Of my eternal disp!easure never
lt'er single syllable OF this adominabls ad-
venture TO any soul living while yea
breathe" "And thus" said min host. you
nave the positive fact from the simple mouth
of your humble servant"
SVCr Oh NoTHISG.-At very excellent