Those of you who agree with me as to the pleasure of listening to my friend Goldsmith will do well to join me in the grill-room while he is speaking, where, I understand, there is a very fine line of punches ready to be served.

Modest Noll, will you kindly inflict yourself upon the gathering, and send me word when you get through, if you ever do, so that I may return and present number two to the assembly, whoever or whatever he may be ?" With these words the Doctor retired, and poor Goldsmith, pale with fear, rose up to speak.

It was evident that he was quite as doubtful of his ability as a talker as was Johnson.
"I'm not much of a talker, or, as some say, speaker," he said.

"Talking is not my forte, as Doctor Johnson has told you, and I am therefore not much at it.

Speaking is not in my line.