A Choice





At a recent examination at Marlborough House Grammar School, a
piece written for the occasion, entitled "Satan's Address to Nena Sahib,"

was to have been recited by two pupils. Only one of the pupils came

forward, Mr. Barrett stating that he could not prevail upon any pupil to

take the part of Nena Sahib, they having such an abhorrence to the

character, though several had offered to take the part of the Devil.














Jonas Hanway having once advertised for a coachman, he had a great number

of applicants. One of them he approved of, and told him, if his character

answered, he would take him on the terms agreed on: "But," said he, "my

good fellow, as I am rather a particular man, it may be proper to inform

you, that every evening, after the business of the stable is done, I expect

you to come to my house for a quarter of an hour to attend family prayers.

To this I suppose you can have no objection."--"Why as to that, sir,"

replied the fellow, "I doesn't see much to say against it; but I hope

you'll consider it in my wages!"





Coleridge, among his other speculations, started a periodical, in prose and

verse, entitled _The Watchman_, with the motto, "that all might know the

truth, and that the truth might make us free." He watched in vain! His

incurable want of order and punctuality, and his philosophical theories,

tired out his readers, and the work was discontinued after the ninth

number. Of the unsaleable nature of this publication, he himself relates an

amusing illustration. Happening one morning to rise at an earlier hour than

usual, he observed his servant girl putting an extravagant quantity of

paper into the grate in order to light the fire, and mildly checked her for

her wastefulness: "La! sir," replied Nanny; "it's only _Watchmen_."





The Marquis of Granby having returned from the army in Germany, travelled

with all possible expedition from the English port at which he landed to

London, and finding on his arrival that the king was at Windsor, he

proceeded there in his travelling-dress; where desiring to be instantly

introduced to his majesty, a certain lord came forward, who said he hoped

the noble marquis did not mean to go into the presence of his majesty in so

improper a habit, adding, "'Pon my honour, my lord, you look more like a

_groom_ than a gentleman."--"Perhaps I may," replied the marquis, "and I

give you my word, if you do not introduce me to the king this instant, I

will _act_ like a groom, and _curry_ you in a way you won't like."





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