looked joyous, fell eagerly to, and in a few minutes nearly finished the pudding The table was cleared, and Boswell said:

 "' Doctor while I was eating the nut ton you seemed frequently inclined to laugh pray, tell me what tickled your fancy 2

 The Doctor then literally told him all that had passed at this kitchen fire, about the boy and the basting. Boswell turned as pale as parsnip, and, sick of himself and the company, darted out of the room. Somewhat relieved on returning he insisted on seeing the dirty little rascally boy, whom he severely reprimanded before Johnson. The poor boy cried-the Doc tor laughed.

 "' You little, filthy snivclIing hound, said Boswell, when you pasted the meat, why did you not put on the cap l saw you in this morning 2

 "'I couldn't, sir, said the boy.

 "' No why couldn't you said Bos- we'll.

 "' Because my nanny took it from me to boil the pudding in y

 "The Doctor gathered up his hercu- lean frame, stood erect, touched the ceil- ing with his wig, stared or squinted-in- deed looked any way but the right way At last with mouth open (none of the small lest) and stomach heaving, he with some difficulty recovered his breath, and looking at Boswell with dignifed contempt, he roared out, with the lungs of a Stentor-

 "'Mr. Boswell, sir, leave off laughing, and under pain of my eternal displeasure, never utter a single syllable of this a. bominable adventure while you breathe.' /" And so sir" said mine host, "you have the positive fact from the simple mouth of your humble servant.'---Angelo's Rens'".