One player, who rarely scored a game, was likened to a very great musical composer—­“Beethoven”—­(Beat often)!!

The excuse made for our old friend L., the hatter, that he was not playing in his best tile hardly applied.  Buckle, with his proverbially `bad hat’, usually under the table, yet invariably played superbly.

A man of leather found his efforts to excel, bootless.  The retired fishmonger Umpleby played but a (f) visionary game.  The tailor complained that he played more like a goose than a bird.

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THE PIECES IN CHESS

Jokes have been sometimes made about the pieces used in chess.  Even the calm and serene Mr. Lambe could not refrain from being facetious in reference to the conversion of a Pawn or private soldier into a Queen.  Another remarked that the Queen works very hard for a lazy King who alone gets all the checks.  Umpleby, the retired fishmonger in the chess story declared that he would have been the best player in the world, but for the Knights at chess which jumped about in the most unreasonable and absurd manner without rhyme or reason, here there and everywhere, and the lady who it was said was found engaged and playing with thirty-two men remained single ever afterwards.  A rather boasting player once said, “I must win, I have a piece —­a (of) head.”  One answered, “You would be more likely to win, if instead of a piece of a head, you had a whole head.”

The Rooks occupy the corner squares, and may be played along either of the files of squares they command.

Mr. Serjeant Drytong whose legal acumen was acknowledged by all parties, was also distinguished for a pretty wit and great skill in our Royal Game.

On one occasion he appeared for the Defendant in an action brought by four persons to recover a sum of money lost by his client in a betting transaction.  In the course of his speech the judge (C.  J. Wontone) interrupting him asked, Do I understand you to say that the Plaintiffs were standing two and two at each end of the street in order to intercept the Defendant when he came out.  Not exactly two and two, my lord, said the counsel, but as on a chess board.  There was a Rook at every corner, only these, as I shall show, did not act upon the square.

Miss Rooster, on one occasion when her dearest friend, Miss Pullet called, was found so absorbed in studying a problem by the great Schwerlagerbier, that her visitor could not obtain even a sign of recognition.  After various unsuccessful efforts to attract the attention of the fair enthusiast, Miss Pullet departed, and meeting an acquaintance immediately afterwards jocosely remarked that she had left Miss Rooster engaged with thirty-two men, whereby she acquired the reputation of being a dangerous coquette.  To this thoughtless jest Miss Rooster ascribed the circumstance, that during the remainder of her life she walked in meditation fancy free.