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ONE evening, a lady said to a small wit, Come, Mr. ----, tell us a
lively anecdote, and the poor fellow was mute during the remainder of
the evening. Favor me with your company on Wednesday evening, you are
such a lion, said a weak party-giver to a young author. I thank you,
replied the wit; but on that evening I am engaged to eat fire at the
Countess of ----, and stand upon my head at Mrs. ----.