The weekly Butte record. [volume] (Oroville [Calif.]) 1866-1887, 1866-11-24
Charles Lambs Humor.

India House, he saws, Had | little
son, | would christen him "Nothing to
do" (This is in the 'Superannuated
Many
Speaking of Don Quixote, he calls
him the Grant Star of Knighthood,
made more tender by eclipse
On being asked by a school mistress
for some sign indicative of her calling,
he recommended 'The Murder of the
Innocents.'
once said something in his presence
which | thought possessed smartness.
He commended me with a stammer ::
Very we'll, my dear boy, very we'll !;
Ben taking pinch of snuff, Ben JON
son has said worse than that-and BIB
BETTER
His young chimney-sweepers, from
their little pulpits Tin the tops of Chin
neys) in the nipping air of a December
morning, preach lesson of patience to
mankind
To Coleridge: 'Bless you, cd soph-
ist, who next to human nature taught
me all the corruption | was capable of
knowing
To Mr.. Gilman, a surgeon, Cquery
killman?'), he writes, 'Coleridge is very
bad, but he wonderfully picks up, and
his face, when he repeats his verses,
hath its ancient glory-an archangel a
little damaged
To Wordsworth (who was superfu-
ously solemn he writes, some id
people have come, in and Unjust finish
abruptly. By id, l only mean deuc-
ed
The second son of George the Second,
it was said, had very cold and ungen-
ial manner. Lamb stammered out in
his defence that this was very natural
in the Duke of Cu-Cumberand.
To Mrs. H., of person eccentric !:
why does not his guardian angel look
to him? He deserves one-may be he
has tired him OUT
Charles, said Coleridge to Lamb, Il
think you have heard me preach?' In
n-never heard you do anything else, re-
piled Lamb.
One evening Coleridge had consumed
the whole time in talking of some reg
enerated' orthodoxy. Leigh Hunt, who
was one of the listeners, Oh leaving the
house, expressed his surprise at the
prodigality and intensity of Coleridge's
religious expressions. Lamb tranquil
lied him by Meme never mind what
Coleridge says; he's full of fun
There were, etc., etc, 'and at the top
of all, Hunger eldest, strongest of the
Passions predominant, breaking down
the stony fences of shame.
The Bank, the India House, and
other rich traders look insultingly on
the old deserted South Sea House as on
their poor neighbor out of business
Of Schotchman His understand
ing is always at its meridian. Between
the affirmative and the negative there
is no border land with him. You can
not hover with him on the confines of
truth
On a book Of Coleridge's nephew he
writes Il confess he has more of the
Sterne about him than the Sternhold.
But he saddens into excellent sense be-
fore the conclusion
As to a monument being erected to
Clarkson, in his lifetime, he opposes it,
and argues: Goodness blows no trum-
pet, nor desires TO have it blown. We
should be modest for modest man.
A fine sonnet of his The Gypsy Ma
hson being refused publication, he ex-
claimed, Hang the age! l will write
for Antiquity
Mrs. X, after expressing her love
for her children, added, tenderlv, 'And
how do you like babies, MIR. Lamb 2
His answer, immediate, almost precipi-
tate, was, 'Boi- boi- boiled. madam
Hood, tempting Lamb to dine with
him, said, we have hare And
many friendsr inquired Lamb.
1t being suggested that he would not
sit down to meal with the Italian wit
nesses at the Queens trial, Lamb re-
jected the imputation, asserting that be
would sit with anything except a hen
or tailor.
Of a man too prodigal of lampoons
and verbal jokes, Lamb said threaten
ingly, 'I'll Lamb-pun him.
On two Prussians of the same name
accused of the same crime, it was re-
marked as curious that they were not
in any way related to each other. "A
mistake said he, they are cozens Ger
man.
An old lady, fond of her dissenting
minister, wearied Lamb by the length
of her praises. 4 speak because !
know him well,' said she. Well, |
DON'T replied Lamb; but d-n him at
a venture
The Scotch, whom he did not like,
ought he said, to have double punish
ment, and TO have fire without brim-
stone.
Southey, in 1899. showed him dull
poem on a rose. Lambs criticism
was: Your rose is insipid it has Meth
er thornS nor sweetness
A person sending an unnecessarily