"What do you owe your mother, Bill Lemon?"
"I don't owe her nothin'! her never lent me nothin'."
"But she takes care of you."
The boy stared.
"What does she do for you?"
"Her gives me a skat in the vace sometimes, and tells me to go to"——(curate intervenes).
"That is not what I mean. When you are sick, what does she do?"
"Wipes it op."
Hicks, as already intimated, was a very short man, very rotund about the belly. Following the Mayor of Bodmin into the room on the occasion of a public dinner, he heard the Mayor announced in a voice of thunder, "The Mayor of Bodmin." Following directly after he intimated to the butler "and the Corporation." The man, without a moment's consideration, roared out, "and the Corporation."
A man of Hicks's acquaintance—every man of whom he had a story to tell was an acquaintance—made a bet that he would drink a certain number of gallons of cider in a given time. The trial of the feat came off, and the man was reduced to the last stage of helplessness, in an armchair, his head resting on the back of the chair, his mouth open, utterly unable to proceed, when he sighed out to his backers, "Try the taypot!" The spout was used to pour down the liquor and the bet was won.