A Good Recommendation
WHEN Captain Grose, who was very fat, first went over to Ireland, he one
evening strolled into the principal meat market of Dublin, where the
butchers, as usual, set up their usual cry of What d'ye buy? What d'ye
buy? Grose parried this for some time by saying he did not want
anything. At last, a butcher starts from his stall, and eyeing Grose's
figure, exclaimed, Only say you buy your meat of me, sir, and you
will make my fortune.