A Fall In Mitres
ONE of the wooden mitres, carved by Grinly Gibbons over a prebend's
stall in the cathedral church of Canterbury, happening to become loose,
Jessy White, the surveyor of that edifice, inquired of the dean whether
he should make it fast: For, perhaps, said Jessy, it may fall on your
reverence's head.--Well! Jessy, answered the humorous Cantab,
suppose it does fall on my head, I don't know that a mitre falling on
my head would hurt it.