I don't understand what particular business Ned turned his mind to, when he got there; but he wrote home that him and his friends was always a-singing, Ale Columbia, and blowing up the President, so I suppose it was something in the public line; or free-and-easy way again.

Anyhow, he made his fortune.' 'No!' cried Martin.
'Yes, he did,' said Bill.

'I know that, because he lost it all the day after, in six-and-twenty banks as broke.

He settled a lot of the notes on his father, when it was ascertained that they was really stopped and sent 'em over with a dutiful letter.

I know that, because they was shown down our yard for the old gentleman's benefit, that he might treat himself with tobacco in the workus.' 'He was a foolish fellow not to take care of his money when he had it,' said Martin, indignantly.
'There you're right,' said Bill, 'especially as it was all in paper, and he might have took care of it so very easy, by folding it up in a small parcel.' Martin said nothing in reply, but soon afterwards fell asleep, and remained so for an hour or more.