Dr. Barton was a punster. He said, "the fellows of my college wished to
have an organ in the chapel, but I put a stop to it;" whether for the sake
of the pun, or because he disliked music, is uncertain. He invited, for
the love of punning, Mr. Crowe and Mr. Rooke to dine with him; and having
given Mr. Birdmore, another guest, a hint to be rather after the time, on
his appearing, said, "Mr. Rook! Mr. Crowe! I beg leave to introduce one
_Bird more_." He married his niece to a gentleman of the hopeful name of
_Buckle_. The enterprise succeeded beyond his expectation. Mrs. Buckle was
delivered of twins. "A pair of Buckles!" "Boys or girls?" said a
congratulating friend; the answer may be supposed. To him, though it has
been attributed to others, belongs the glory or the shame of having said
to one, who having re-established his health by a diet of milk and eggs,
took a wife:--"So, you have been _egged_ on to matrimony: I hope the
_yoke_ will sit easy on you."
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