The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1857-01-07
DOCTOR JOHNsoN's PUDDING.

fScotland, went over the same ground
described by the learned tourists, Dr..
EJohnson and Boswell, and perceiving a
Etorm threaten, made the - of his way
To small building. He ail1eed in time
lat neat little inn, and was received by
"a respectable man and his wife, who did
lali in their power to make him comfort
able. He found the landlord, as the
Scotch generally are, very intelligent,
and full of anecdotes, of which the fol-
llewing may serve as specimen:
Sir" said the landlord, " this inn
was formerly kept by Andrew Macgre-
Igor, relation of mine, and these hard
4 bottomed chairs, in which we are now
lsitting were years ago filed by the great
tourists, DIR. johnson and Boswell, trav-
cling like the lion and the jackal. Bos-
we'll generally preceded the Doctor in
search of food, and being much pleased
with the looks of the house, followed his
lluose, into the larder, where he saw fine
lleg of mutton. He ordered it to be
Eroasted with the utmost expedition, and
lIgave particular orders for nice pud-
Eding. Now" says he, :" make the
Ibest of all puddings." Elated with his
lsood luck, he Immediately went out in
Isearch of his friend, and saw the giant
of learning slowly advancing on pony.
/" My dear SIR" said Boswell, out of
breath with joy, "good newsl I have
lust bespoke at a comfortable and clean
finn here, delicious leg of mutton; it
lis now getting ready, and I aatter my
[self that we shall have an excellent
[meal." "And hope," said he, !" you
haye bespoke pudding" "Sir, you
Twill have your favorite pudding, replied
the other.
johnson got off his pony, and the poor
lanimal relieved of the giant, smelt his
fway into the stable, Boswell ushered the
doctor into the house,. and left him to
prepare for his delicious treat. John
son, feeling his coat rather damp from
the mist of the mountains, went into the
Kitchen, and threw his upper garment
lover chair before the fire; he sat on
hob, near little boy, who was very
Ibusy attending to the meat. johnson
occasionally peeped from1-behind his
1f<oat, whilethe boy kept basting the NUT
ton. johnson did not like the appear
ance of his head-while he shifted the
basting ladle from one hand the other
hand was never idle-and he thought
he saw, at the same time, something fall
on the meat, upon which he determined
to eat no mutton that day. The dinner
announced, Boswell exclaimed, my
dear doctor, here comes the mutton
what picture done to turn; and
looks SO beautifully brown !" The doc
tor Uttered. After short grace, Bos-
well said:
"I suppose am to carve, as usual |!
what part shall I help you to ?' The
doctor replied:
(" My dear Bozy, did not like to tell
you before, but I am determined to abb
stain from meat to-day"
90 dear, this is great disappoint-
ment," said Bozy.
Boswell commenced the attack, and
made the first cut at the mutton. Chow
the gravy runs; what fine favored fat,
so nice and brown, too. Oh, sir, you
would have relishcd this fine piece of
mutton"
The meat being removed in came the
long wished for pudding. The Doctor
looked joyous, fell eagerly to, and in a
few minutes nearly finished the pudding.
The table was cleared, and Bozy said
" Doctor, whilst I was eating the NUT
ton you seemed frequently inclined to
laugh, pray tell me what tickled your
fancy ?"
The Doctor then literally told him
all that had happened at the kitchen fire
about 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 re-
turning he insisted on seeing the dirty
littlo rascally boy whom he repremand-
ed before Johnson. The poor boy cried
the Doctor laughed.
"You little, sniveling hound" said
Boswell, "when you basted the meat
why did you not put on the cap saw
| Won in this morpino SD
81 couldn't sir" said the boy.
"No! Why couldn't you ?" said Bos-
we'll, a45
4" Because my nanny took it from me
to boil the pudding in.''
Tie Doctor gathered up his herculean
franz, and stood erect, touching the
cealipg with his wig, started or squint-
ed, indeed, looking any way but the
right way. At last with mouth wide
open (none of the smallest) and stomach
heavng, he with some difficulty recov-
cred his breath, and looking at Boswell
with aignifed contempt, he roared out
with he lungs of stentor -
"Ar. Boswell, sir, leave off laughing
and under pain of my eternal displeas-
ure never utter single syllable of this
Eabomniable adventure to any soul living
while you Breathe" "And thus,n said
mine host, "you have the positive fact
from the simple mouth of your humble
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