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ANECDOTE
Sour Milk Wholesale.
Sometime ago, the frolics of the Honourable Mr———made a great noise in the newspapers. The following records one of the most whimsical acts of folly:———
One morning, after having danced all night at an assembly, he sauntered out, with the Marquis of———leaning on his arm; and in crossing St. Andrew's Square, found an old rustic standing before the door of Dumbreck's Hotel, with his cart full of butter-milk barrels. He quickly concerted with the Marquis a scheme of fun, whereby the milk of the old man found a very different destiny to what its owner intended. They first jumped up in front of the cart, seized the halter, and galloped off, leaving the poor man, to follow as best he could-then took out all the spiggots, and in grand style drove along George-street, past the Assembly Rooms, to the astonishment of the fashionables whom they had lately left; then down Frederick street, along Prince's-street, and back again to St. Andrew's-Square, all the time followed by the old milk-man, who, in the agony of his heart, at seeing his valuable property deluging the causeway, exhausted his whole vocabulary of exclamations,
