They drank your health at the Eagle, the night they heard of the accident, with bumpers--drank it just after Mr.Jefferson's and before the memory of Washington.

'Congress next!' they said.

'Hurrah! He'll scatter the Black Cockades--he'll make the Well-born cry King's Cruse! Hip, hip, hurrah! What's he doing at Fontenoy?
They'll put poison in his cup! Hurrah!'" "Fontenoy will not put poison in my cup," said Rand.

"I hope some one was there to say as much." "I said it," answered Adam.

"They are a noisy lot.