Reverse Of Circumstances

WHEN General V---- was quartered in a small town in Ireland, he and his

lady were regularly besieged as they got into their carriage by an old

beggar-woman, who kept her post at the door, assailing them daily with

fresh importunities. One morning, as Mrs. V. stepped into the carriage,

the woman began: Oh, my lady! success to your ladyship, and success to

your honor's honor: for sure I did not dream last night that her

ladyship gave me a pound of tea, and your honor gave me a pound of

tobacco.--My good woman, said the general, dreams go by the rule of

contrary.--Do they so? rejoined the old woman; then it must mean,

that your honor will give me the tea, and her ladyship the tobacco.

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