Then he pulled off his hat, and wiped his white head with a shred of old flag, and began hunting for his pipe.
"First time I ever was in York city; and don't think much of it, if this here is a sample." "Joseph, you must not be supercilious," his host replied, with an amiable smile; "you will see things better through a glass of grog; and the state of the weather points to something dark.

You have had a long journey, and the scenery is new.

Rum shall it be, my friend?
Your countenance says 'yes.' Rum, like a ruby of the finest water, have I; and no water shall you have with it.

Said I well?
A man without legs must keep himself well above water." "First time I ever was in York city," the ancient watchman answered, "and grog must be done as they does it here.

A berth on them old walls would suit me well; and no need to travel such a distance for my beer." "And you would be the man of all the world for such a berth," said Master Mordacks, gravely, as he poured the sparkling liquor into a glass that was really a tumbler; "for such a post we want a man who is himself a post; a man who will not quit his duty, just because he can not, which is the only way of making sure.