"Are there any celebrated persons in the room?
I have been five-and-thirty years from home, and want to see all that is to be seen." King of Corpus (who was an incorrigible wag) was on the point of pulling some dreadful long-bow, and pointing out a halfdozen of people in the room, as R.and H.and L., etc., the most celebrated wits of that day; but I cut King's shins under the table, and got the fellow to hold his tongue.
"Maxima debetur pueris," says Jones (a fellow of very kind feeling, who has gone into the Church since), and, writing on his card to Hoskins, hinted to him that a boy was in the room, and a gentleman, who was quite a greenhorn: hence that the songs had better be carefully selected.
And so they were.

A ladies' school might have come in, and, but for the smell of the cigars and brandy-and-water, have taken no harm by what happened.

Why should it not always be so?
If there are any "Caves of Harmony" now, I warrant Messieurs the landlords, their interests would be better consulted by keeping their singers within bounds.

The very greatest scamps like pretty songs, and are melted by them; so are honest people.

It was worth a guinea to see the simple Colonel, and his delight at the music.