You may ride the black crop-ear; and, hark ye, I'll make you a present of him to boot." "I drink to the good luck of my mission," answered the ambassador, "in a half-pint bumper." "I thank ye, Craigie, and pledge you; I see nothing against it but the father or the girl taking a tantrum, and I am told the mother can wind them both round her little finger.

Take care not to affront her with any of your Jacobite jargon." "Oh, ay, true--she is a Whig, and a friend of old Sall of Marlborough; thank my stars, I can hoist any colours at a pinch! I have fought as hard under John Churchill as ever I did under Dundee or the Duke of Berwick." "I verily believe you, Craigie," said the lord of the mansion; "but, Craigie, do you, pray, step down to the cellar, and fetch us up a bottle of the Burgundy, 1678; it is in the fourth bin from the right-hand turn.
And I say, Craigie, you may fetch up half a dozen whilst you are about it.

Egad, we'll make a night on't!".