But, friends, Colonel J.Rodney will not forget you.

I have rare prospects, but no matter.

To this little spot, the fairest in all Nature,--here among your simple, heartfelt faces, where I first got my start,--here my feelings will ever and anon return; for--why should I conceal it ?--it is you, my friends, who have made me the man I am." Here Potts put an arm over the shoulder of Big Joe and urged pleadingly: "Another verse of that sweet old song, boys.

I tell you that has the true heart-stuff in it--now--" They roared out a verse of "Auld Lang Syne," with execrable attempts at part-singing, little Dan Lefferts, a dissolute house-painter, contributing a tenor that was simply maniacal.
Potts ordered more drinks.

This done, he leaned heavily upon the bar and burst into tears.