Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-06-10

johnson and Burke; all the wits will be
there. My acquaintance is slight OF
ID ask my Lord Clare. And now that
l think ont as I am a sinner! We
wanted this venison to make out the
dlnner. What say you-a pasty? II
snail. and it must. and my wife, a little
Kitty, is famous for crust. Here. por-
ter! This venison with me to Mileend
no stirring-l beg--my dear friend-my
Thus. snstching his hat. he brushed
on Ike the wind. and the porter and
eatables followed behind.
Left alone to reflect. having emptied
my shelf, and nobody with me at sea
but myself" though I could not help
thinking my gentleman hasty, yet
Johnson. and Burke. and a good venison
pasty; were things that I never disliked
In my life, though clogged with a cox
comb. and Kitty his wife.
So next day, in due splendor, to make
my approach, drove to his door in my
own hackney coach
When come to the place where we
all were to dine "a chair-hImbered
closet Just IL feet by 81 my friend babe
me welcome, but struck me quite dumb.
WIN tldlngs that johnson and Burke
would not come
For l knew it," cried he. both eter.
nally fail, the one with his speeches,
and tother with Thrale. But no mat
ter. I'll warrant We make up the party,
With two full as clever, and 10 times
as hearty. The ore is Scotchman.
the other Jew, they're both of them
merry, and authors like you. The one
writes the Snarler, the other the
Scourge.-some think he writes CHINA
he owns to Panurge"
While thus he described them by
trade and by name, they entered, and
dinner was served as they came.
At the top friend liver and bacon
we're seen. at the bottom was tripe in
a swinging tureen, at the sides there
was spinach and pudding made hot,
in the middle place where the pasty-
was not.
Now, my lord, as for tripe, It's nv
utter aversion: and your bacon hate
like a Turk or Persian. So there l
sat stuck. like horse in a pound: while
the bacon and liver went merrily round
But what vexed me most was that
damned Scottish rogue. with his long
winded speeches, his smiles and his
brogue.
And Madam" quoth he, may this
bit be my poison, prettier dinner
never set ewes on; pray q slice of YOUR
liver, though NAV l be cursed, but I've
eat OF your tripe till I'm ready "
burst"
The tripe." quoth the Jew. with his
chocolate cheek, Il could dine on This
tripe seven days IN the week. like
these here dinners SO pretty aud small:
but YOUR friend there, the Doctor, eats
nothing at ALL"
"O-Oh!" quoth my friend. hell
come on in a trice-he's keeping a
corner for something that's nice, There s
"A pasty!" repeated the Jew. 81
don't care il keep corner for t too. y
What the dell, mon. a p8stv!" re-
echoed the Scot, Though splitting. I'll
still keep a corner for thot."
Wen all keep a corner" the lady
cried out.
We'll all keep a corner" was echoed
about
While thus we resolved and the pasty
delayed. with looks quite petrified en-.
tered the maid. A visage so sad anC
so pale with alright walked Priam In
drawing his curtains by night. But we
quickly found out-for who could mis-
take her?-that she came with some
terrible news from the baker.
And so 1t fell out, for that negligent
sloven had shut out the pasty on shut,
ting his oven. Sad Philomel thus-but
let SMILES drop-and now that think
ont. the story may stop.
To be plain, my good lord, it's but
labor misplaced to send such good
verses to one of your taste. You've got
an odd something's kind Of discern
ing--a relish-a taste-sicklied over by
learning. At least. it's your temper. a.
very well known, that you think very
slightly of all that's your own. So, per-
haps, In your habits OF thinking amis.
you may make a mistake and think
slightly of this.