...the paper. ON THE DEATH OF DR. TOSHACK OF PERTH. • A GREAT HUMOURIST. Where be those gibes, those flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? — Hamlet, Act V. THE Doctor dead! let old St. Johnston mourn; Let laughter's sons to sorrow's vot'ries...

...posterity with distinguish* ed reputation. " Alas, poor Yorick ! -Where be your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one now ! Alas» poor Yorick !" Memoirs of the Life of Mr. Voltaire». SOME fix the birth of...

...have taken the liberty to bury him, his spirit yet remains amongst us. His gibes, his gambols, and his flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar, still exist, and here they are, in the shape of four duodecimo volumes. From this bundle of pleasantry,...

...through a variety of distressful circumstances, to which it had been bis lot to be exposed. And to all this he added a vein of delicate and peculiar humour,...Memoirs had commenced at an earlier period than that at which cither of us knew Dr Bcattie, whom we both equally loved as a friend, and admired as a writerof...

...be done, prevailed on the late Earl of Erroll, (father of the present lord,) with whom he lived in this he added a vein of delicate and peculiar humour,...memoirs had commenced at an earlier period than that at which either of us knew Dr Beattie, whom we both equally loved as a friend, and admired as a writer...

...inimitably drawn by bur rre.it hard: " a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy, 5 bos, gambols, and flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar." Admired as he was, however, for his iv it and talents, he was equally respected for his generosity...

...lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ; your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar? not one now to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell...

...lips that / have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? not one now to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ! now get you to my Lady's chamber, and...

...lips that / have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen ! now get you to my Lady's chamber, and...

...naturally sociable and hilarious, loved to unbend Apollo's bow, and to indulge in the gibes, and gambols, and flashes of merriment " that were wont to set the table in a roar." In these moods he would freely communicate 'any little adventure in which he had been concerned, even...