Olivia too could not avoid whispering, loud enough to be heard, that he had an infinite fund of humour.

After dinner, I began with my usual toast, the Church; for this I was thanked by the chaplain, as he said the church was the only mistress of his affections.--'Come tell us honestly, Frank,' said the 'Squire, with his usual archness, 'suppose the church, your present mistress, drest in lawnsleeves, on one hand, and Miss Sophia, with no lawn about her, on the other, which would you be for ?' 'For both, to be sure,' cried the chaplain.--'Right Frank,' cried the 'Squire; 'for may this glass suffocate me but a fine girl is worth all the priestcraft in the creation.

For what are tythes and tricks but an imposition, all a confounded imposture, and I can prove it.'-- 'I wish you would,' cried my son Moses, 'and I think,' continued he, 'that I should be able to answer you.'-- 'Very well, Sir,' cried the 'Squire, who immediately smoaked him,' and winking on the rest of the company, to prepare us for the sport, if you are for a cool argument upon that subject, I am ready to accept the challenge.

And first, whether are you for managing it analogically, or dialogically ?' 'I am for managing it rationally,' cried Moses, quite happy at being permitted to dispute.

'Good again,' cried the 'Squire, 'and firstly, of the first.