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My poor Predecessor was Unfortunate in Quarrels, for not long after, forgetting the past Disaster, he would still be exercising his Wit, at which a hafty Stander-by was so displeas'd, that he show'd him his Fist in such an indecent manner, as made the Fore-Teeth he had left drop out with the Fright, and so his Gums were left quite destitute of Company. The Unhappy Artist, perceiving that after the loss of his Teeth he mumbled his Words so Wretchedly, that no Man understood him any more than if he had spoke Arabick, retir'd for meer Shame to a Country House near Guadalupe, where he took to drying of Figs, and the Sun finding him round and with

Our Maids being in the Fields, bleaching of Clothes, my Aunt commanded me to frie some Tripes for her Dinner, which she had brought in from Market; I laying them caresly upon the Dresser, whilst I was cleaning the Frying-pan, our aforesaid Dog swallowed up one half of them at one mouthful, without chewing them, and had near dispatcht the other half, before I could come to the rescue of my Aunts Dinner; I hastily threw down the Pan, which caused my Aunt to come running in, to see what was the matter; she seeing me busily and eagerly imployed about the Dog, stept back in a place covered from my sight, where she might both hear and see. I basted