290 TYLNEY HALL. and a chield in a coble wi' a wbeen quaichs and bickers — " " Is to serve it out to the young Squire's health," said Mrs. Hamilton, laughing. " And weel may the boatie row, say I, that rows to such a good purpose. So away to your own bed, lass, and dream over a dream, one half of which at least is likely to come true." Thus dismissed, Tibbie retired, drawing the chamber-door after her, but not so suddenly as to prevent the words " wasterie " and " red-wud " an^ " down-come," from slipping in before it closed.
TYLNEY HALL. 291 CHAPTER XI. " Ho ! more wine !— drink, lads drink. Never spare the claret, there's more a growing. At sea, when a ship crosses the Line, the sailors make a jubilee, and we'll have ours upon land. Have I not crossed to-day the line that divides boyhood from manhood, and makes me my own master ? Ho! more wine I say ! jacks, flaggons ; and canns ! There hath risen betwixt us An immortality of Hate. Old Time Shall sink to dotage and forget himself, And Pity cling unto an usurer's heart. Ere he and I grow friends. The Heir. B. Cornwall. Above all, be cool. Never draw tlie trigger hastily and at random, but take a good sight of your mark, and then pull, if you wish to kill. The Young Shooter's Guide. The festive preparations announced by Tibbie in the last chapter, although exaggerated in some instances by the force of imagination, were likely in the aggregate rather to exceed than to fall o2