Kiss the barmaid, about the quickest and wickedest she ever heerd tell of, and then off to bed as sober as a judge.

'Chambermaid, bring a pan of coals and air my bed.' 'Yes, Sir.' Foller close at her heels, jist put a hand on each short rib, tickle her till she spills the red hot coals all over the floor, and begins to cry over 'em to put 'em out, whip the candle out of her hand, leave her to her lamentations, and then off to roost in no time.
And when I get there, won't I strike out all abroad--take up the room of three men with their clothes on--lay all over and over the bed, and feel once more I am a free man and a '_Gentleman at large_.'".