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Kirby, R. S. [Hrsg.]; Kirby, R. S. [Bearb.]
Kirby's Wonderful And Eccentric Museum; Or, Magazine Of Remarkable Characters: Including All The Curiosities Of Nature And Art, From The Remotest Period To The Present Time, Drawn from every authentic Source. Illustrated With One Hundred And Twenty-Four Engravings. Chiefly Taken from Rare And Curious Prints Or Original Drawings. Six Volumes (Vol. III.) — London: R.S. Kirby, 1820

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ANECDOTES OF LEE SUGG. 389
he is run away.” The countrymen immediately unloaded,
and when they had got near the bottom, the voice faintly
utters, “ Oh ! take care—oh 1 you have run the fork into
me,—oh! I am killed.” Lee Sugg exclaims, “God for-
bid!—oh! you villains; if you have killed my dear boy,
I’ll have you both hanged and immediately leaping into
the cart, snatches up the figure, (which was about three
feet high, and well executed, particularly its face and eyes)
exclaims, “ Oh ! my poor child is dead !” One of the
passengers willing to assist in the joke, observed he had
better get a little cold water to wash his temples; the
countrymen immediately ran for some, and the temples of
the figure were washed ; Lee Sugg then threw his voice
into the figure, which uttered with a sigh, “ Where am I ?”
the countrymen, transported with joy at the returning life,
exclaim, “ Here, sur ! sur! here, sur ! thank God !”—
The figure then proceeded with, “ Sure I’ve passed the
silent gulf of death, and now am landed on the Ely-
sian shore.” The countrymen exclaim, “ Ees, sur, ees,
you bees safe on shore on the isle of Ely; and thank
God we bees safe too, for we thought just now we should
all ha been hanged for your gentlemanship.” The tra-
vellers now returned to their coach, and Lee Sugg, with
his son, as he called him, to his carriage, after laughing
heartily at the adventure.
Shortly after this Lee Sugg was at Yarmouth, at the inn
kept by Mr. Beckham, in the market-place, and was in
company with an officer late of the Busy, with another
person, a respectable tradesman of Yarmouth. They were
conversing on different subjects, when they were suddenly
alarmed by a voice which seemed to come from the stove,
and which said, “ Let me out now, father; come, pray let
me out, for the kitten scratches me.” Their ears were
then assailed with the cries of a young kitten, which was
immediately succeeded by that of a young puppy. The
voice
 
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