[Footnote 1: The Lady of Sir Arthur Acheson.]
[Footnote 2: A village near Sir Arthur Acheson's house where the author passed two summers.--_Dublin Edition_.]
[Footnote 3: The names of two overseers.]
[Footnote 4: Dr. Daniel, Dean of Down, who wrote several poems.]
[Footnote 5: The author preached but once while he was there.]
[Footnote 6: He sometimes used to direct the butler.]
[Footnote 8: He sometimes used to walk with the lady. See _ante_, p. 96.]
[Footnote 9: The neighbouring ladies were no great understanders of raillery.]
[Footnote 10: The clown that cut down the old thorn at Market-Hill.]
[Footnote 11: See _ante_, "My Lady's Lamentation," p. 97.--_W. E. B._]
[Footnote 12: Lady Acheson was daughter of Philip Savage, M. P. for Wexford, and Chancellor of the Exchequer in Ireland.--_W. E. B._]
[Footnote 13: Understood here as _dainty, particular.--W. E. B._]
[Footnote 14: A way of making butter for breakfast, by filling a bottle with cream, and shaking it till the butter comes.]
[Footnote 15: It is a common saying, when the milk burns, that the devil or the bishop has set his foot in it.]
[Footnote 16: See vol. i, p. 203.--_W. E. B._]
[Footnote 28: Virg., "Aeneidos," lib. vi.]
[Footnote 29: "Cynthius aurem Vellit et admonuit."--VIRG., _Ecloga_ vi, 3.]
[Footnote 30: "Post mediam noctem visus, cum somnia vera."--HOR., _Sat_, I, x, 33.]
[Footnote 31: In the bottle to make butter.]
[Footnote 32: The quantity of ale or beer brewed at one time.]
[Footnote 33: Mrs. Dixon, the housekeeper.]
[Footnote 34: "Hac tibi erunt artes."--VIRG., _Aen_., vi, 852.]
[Footnote 35: A very stupid, insolent, factious, deformed, conceited person; a vile pretender to poetry, preferred by the Duke of Grafton for his wit.]
I LEST it may more quarrels breed, I will never hear you read.
II By disputing, I will never, To convince you once endeavour.
III When a paradox you stick to, I will never contradict you.
IV When I talk and you are heedless, I will show no anger needless.
V When your speeches are absurd, I will ne'er object a word.
VI When you furious argue wrong, I will grieve and hold my tongue.
VII Not a jest or humorous story Will I ever tell before ye: To be chidden for explaining, When you quite mistake the meaning.