determined to eat no mutton on tbatl day. The dinner announced, Boswell exclaimed, My dear Doctor. here eoomes the mutton-what a picture! done to al turn and looks so beautifully brownr The Doctor Uttered. After a short grace, Boswell said

 '' suppose l am to carve, as usual; what part shall help you to? The Doc tor replied

 "My dear Bozzy, did not like to tell you before, but am determined to ab- stain from meat to-day.

 SO dear! this is a great disappoint- ment," said Bozzy.

 Say no more; shall make myself ample amends with the pudding" Boswell commenced the attack and made the firstcut at the mutton. <sHow the gravy runs; what fine favored fat, so nice and brown too. Oh, sir, you would have reIished this piece of nut ton.o

 "The meat being removed, in came the long wished for pudding. The Doc ter looked joyous, fell eagerly to, and in few minutes nearly finished the pud- ding: The table was cleared, and bos- well said--

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

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

 "You little, filthy, snivelling hound," said Boswell, sswhen you pasted the meat, why did you not put on the cap l saw you in this morning?" l "Icouldn't Sir said the boy. "No! why couldn't you97 said Bos- well.n

 Because my mamma took it from me to boil the pudding ini'' "The Doctor gathered up his hercu- lean frame, stood erect, touched the ceiling with his wig, startled or squint- ed--indeed, looking any way but the right way. At last, with mouth wide open (none of the smallesD and stomach heaving, he with some difficulty recoy- cred his breath, and looking at Boswell with dignifed contempt, he roared out, with the lungs of astentor-

 @Mr. Boswell, sir, leave off laughing, and under pain of my eternal dispIeas- ure, never utter single syllable of this abominable adventure to any soul living while you breathe.' "And so, sir" said mine host, < you have the positive fact, from the simple mouth of your hum- b1r aorx,on+