In Goldsmith's poem, entitled "Retaliation," a line occurs, which is to me unintelligible, at least a part of it. That poet concludes his ironical eulogium on Edmund Burke, thus:—
"In short 'twas his fate, unemployed, or in place, sir,
To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor."
The cutting blocks with a razor, I think is obvious enough, but, what is meant by eating mutton cold? I should be obliged by a solution.—HEN. B.
I'LL COME TO YOUR BALL.
(For the Mirror.)
I'll come to your Ball—dearest Emma,
(I had nearly forgotten to say)