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virtue, condemn from the teeth outwardly the Laughter and Jesting
which they sincerely approve in their hearts; and many sincere virtuous
Persons also account them criminal, either from Temperament,
Melancholy, or erroneous Principles of Morality. As the Censure of
such Persons gives me pain, so their Approbation would give me great
pleasure. But as long as they consider the suggestions of their
Temperament, deep Melancholy, and erroneous Principles as so many
Dictates of real Virtue, so long they must not take it amiss if, while I
revere their Virtue, I despise their Judgment."
Nor has he disregarded Mr. Locke, who asserts that "Wit lies in an
assemblage of ideas, and putting them together with quickness and
vivacity, whenever can be found any resemblance and congruity
whereby to make up pleasant pictures and agreeable visions of fancy."
Neither has Mr. Addison been overlooked, who limits his definition by
observing that "an assemblage of Ideas productive merely of pleasure
does not constitute Wit, but of those only which to delight add
surprise."
Nor has he forgotten Mr. Pope, who declares Wit "to consist in a quick
conception of Thought and an easy Delivery"; nor the many other
definitions by Inferior hands, "too numerous to mention."
The result of an anxious consideration of these various Opinions, was a
conviction that to define Wit was like the attempt to define Beauty,
"which," said the Philosopher, "was the question of a Blind man"; and
despairing, therefore, of finding a Standard of value, the Compiler of

the following pages has gathered from every available source the Odd
sayings of all Times, carefully eschewing, however, the Coarse and the
Irreverent, so that of the Seventeen Hundred Jests here collected, not
one need be excluded from Family utterance. Of course, every one will
miss some pet Jest from this Collection, and, as a consequence, declare
it to be miserably incomplete. The Compiler mentions this probability
to show that he has not been among the Critics for nothing.
"The gravest beast is an ass; the gravest bird is an owl; The gravest
fish is an oyster; and the gravest man is a fool!"
says honest Joe Miller; and with that Apophthegm the Compiler doffs
his Cap and Bells, and leaves you, Gentle Reader, in the Merry
Company he has brought together.
M.L.
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THE JEST BOOK.
I.--THE RISING SON.
POPE dining once with Frederic, Prince of Wales, paid the prince
many compliments. "I wonder, Pope," said the prince, "that you, who
are so severe on kings, should be so complaisant to me."--"It is," said
the wily bard, "because I like the lion before his claws are grown."
II.--SOMETHING FOR DR. DARWIN.
SIR WATKIN WILLIAMS WYNNE talking to a friend about the
antiquity of his family, which he carried up to Noah, was told that he
was a mere mushroom of yesterday. "How so, pray?" said the baronet.
"Why," continued the other, "when I was in Wales, a pedigree of a
particular family was shown to me: it filled five large skins of

parchment, and near the middle of it was a note in the margin: 'About
this time the world was created.'"
III.--A BAD EXAMPLE.
A CERTAIN noble lord being in his early years much addicted to
dissipation, his mother advised him to take example by a gentleman,
whose food was herbs and his drink water. "What! madam," said he,
"would you have me to imitate a man who eats like a beast, and drinks
like a fish?"
IV.--A CONFIRMED INVALID.
A POOR woman, who had attended several confirmations, was at
length recognized by the bishop. "Pray, have I not seen you here
before?" said his lordship. "Yes," replied the woman, "I get me
conform'd as often as I can; they tell me it is good for the rheumatis."
V.--COMPARISONS ARE ODIOUS.
LORD CHANCELLOR HARDWICK'S bailiff, having been ordered by
his lady to procure a sow of a particular description, came one day into
the dining-room when full of company, proclaiming with a burst of joy
he could not suppress, "I have been at Royston fair, my lady, and I have
got a sow exactly of your ladyship's size."
VI.--AN INSCRIPTION ON INSCRIPTIONS.
THE following lines were written on seeing a farrago of rhymes that
had been scribbled with a diamond on the window of an inn:--
"Ye who on windows thus prolong your shames, And to such arrant
nonsense sign your names, The diamond quit--with me the pencil take,
So shall your shame but short duration make; For lo, the housemaid
comes, in dreadful pet, With red right hand, and with a dishclout wet,
Dashes out all, nor leaves a wreck to tell Who 't was that wrote so
ill!--and loved so well!"

VII.--NO HARM DONE.
A MAN of sagacity, being informed of a serious quarrel between two
of