"I make ye welcome to my house, which is a queer, rude place for certain, but one where I have entertained a royal personage, Mr.Stewart--ye doubtless ken the personage I have in my eye.

We'll take a dram for luck, and as soon as this handless man of mine has the collops ready, we'll dine and take a hand at the cartes as gentlemen should.

My life is a bit driegh," says he, pouring out the brandy; "I see little company, and sit and twirl my thumbs, and mind upon a great day that is gone by, and weary for another great day that we all hope will be upon the road.

And so here's a toast to ye: The Restoration!" Thereupon we all touched glasses and drank.

I am sure I wished no ill to King George; and if he had been there himself in proper person, it's like he would have done as I did.