Down with him, sir.

Put him on the roll.

I'd stand godfather to him, if he was to be christened in a bonfire, made of the ruins of the Bank of England.' With these and other expressions of confidence of the like flattering kind, Mr Dennis gave him a hearty slap on the back, which Hugh was not slow to return.
'No Popery, brother!' cried the hangman.
'No Property, brother!' responded Hugh.
'Popery, Popery,' said the secretary with his usual mildness.
'It's all the same!' cried Dennis.

'It's all right.

Down with him, Muster Gashford.