The Domine's bosom grows too warm; so the party and the frost break up-I go with the stream and against it; make money both ways-Coolness be- tween Mary and me-No chance of a Thames' edition A good fare---Eat your pudding and hold your tongue --The Domine crossed in love; the crosser also crossed---I find "that all the world's a stage," not CHAPTER XII. Mr. Turnbull "sets his house in order"---Mrs. T. 279 JACOB FAITHFUL. CHAPTER I. The art of hard lying made easy, though I am made very uneasy by hard lying-I send my ruler as a missive, to let the parties concerned know, that I'm a rebel to tyrannical rule---I am arraigned, tried, and condemned without a hearing---What I lose in speech is made up in feeling, the whole wound up with magnanimous resolves and a little sobbing. It was the captain of the American schooner, from out of which we were then taking the casks of flour. "We've no sarvice in our country, I've a notion, my old bob-tail roarer," said he. "When do you come along-side of my schooner, VOL. II. B for t'other lading, with this raft of yours? Not to-night, I guess." "Well, you've guessed right this time," replied old Tom, "we shall lie on the mud till to-morrow morning, with your permission." "Yes, for all the world like a Louisiana alligator. You take things coolly, I've a notion, in the old country. I don't want to be hanging head and starn in this little bit of a river of yourn. I must be back to New York afore fever time." "She be a pretty craft, that little thing of "how long may yours," observed old Tom; she take to make the run ?" "How long? I expect in just no time; and she'd go as fast again, only she won't wait for the breeze to come up with her." "Why don't you heave-to for it?" said young Tom. "Lose too much time, I guess. I've been |