"A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles."
SHAKSPEARE.
_The following curious letter was found among the papers of a Mr.
Goldwyre, Surgeon, of Salisbury._
To Mr. Edward Goldwyre, at his house on the Close of Salisbury.
Sir,--Being informed that you are the only surgeon in this city (or
country) that anatomises men, and I being under the present unhappy
circumstances, and in a very mean condition, would gladly live as long
as I can, but by all appearances I am to be executed next March, but
having no friends on earth that will speak a word to save my life, nor
send me a morsel of bread to keep life and soul together until that
fatal day; so if you will vouchsafe to come hither, I will gladly
sell you my body (being whole and sound) to be ordered at your
discretion, knowing that it will rise again at the general
resurrection, as well from your house as from the grave. Your answer
will highly oblige, yours, &c.
JAMES BROOKE.
_Fisherton-Auger Gaol_, _Oct._ 3, 1736.
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A farmer walking out one day, by chance met Jack Ketch, and jocosely
asked him whether he could tell him the difference between their
trades. "That I can," said Jack, "the only difference is
_utility_--you till, I tie."