[294:3] Born in a cellar, and living in a garret.—Foote: The Author, act 2.

Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.—Byron: A Sketch.

[295:1] See Shakespeare, page [72].

[295:2] Be wise to-day, 't is madness to defer.—Young: Night Thoughts, night i. line 390.


SAMUEL GARTH.[295:3]  1670-1719.

To die is landing on some silent shore

Where billows never break, nor tempests roar;

Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 't is o'er.

The Dispensary. Canto iii. Line 225.