This gentleman was proverbially fond of punning. About the same time
that he was made Provost of Eton, he received, also, a Stall at
Windsor. A young lady of his acquaintance, while congratulating him on
his elevation, and requesting him to give the young ladies of Eton and
Windsor a ball during the vacation, happened to touch his wig with her
fan, and caused the powder to fly about. Upon which the doctor
exclaimed, "My dear, you see you can get the powder out of the canon,
but not the ball."