He was, in fact, a rich baker.
"Not Chancellor," whispered a friend; "only Master of the Rolls_."
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Coleridge was dreaming of the time when he was a minister. "Ah, Charles, you never heard me preach." "My dear fellow," cried Lamb, "I never heard you do anything else."
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Sydney Smith said that the whole of his life had been spent like a razor—in hot water or a scrape.
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As a means of bragging of his acquaintance, a man was remarking to the company that, although he had often dined at the Duke of Devonshire's, there had never been any fish. "Is it not extraordinary?" he asked. Jerrold said, "Hardly. They ate it all upstairs."
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_A jealous general was abusing Wolfe to the King.