CHAPTER LXXXVII.
A LONG JOURNEY.
Abel Newt ran to the ferry and crossed.

Then he gained Broadway, and sauntered into one of the hells in Park Row.

It was bright and full, and he saw many an old friend.

They nodded to him, and said, "Ah! back again!" and he smiled, and said a man must not be too virtuous all at once.
So he ventured a little, and won; ventured a little more, and lost.
Ventured a little more, and won again; and lost again.
Then came supper, and wine flowed freely.

Old friends must pledge in bumpers.
To work again, and the bells striking midnight.