This is a glorious opportunity for you to come home with a feather in your cap, my dear.

Has he far to go, Mr.
Strong?
because he never goes out after the black game, as you call them, sir, that I don't feel as if I--but I can't express what I feel at his dear absence." Now we have said that Smellpriest was drunk, which, in point of fact, was true; but not so drunk but that he observed some intelligent glances pass between his wife and the broad-shouldered curate.
"No, madam, only about two miles.

Smellpriest, you know Jack Houlaghan's stripe ?" "Yes--I know Jack Houlaghan's stripe, in Kilrudden." "Well, when you g'et to the centre of the stripe, look a little to your right, and--as the night is light enough--you will see a house--a cottage rather; to this cottage bring your men, and there you will find your game.

I would not, captain, under other circumstances, advise you to recruit your spirits with an additional glass or two of liquor; but, as the night is cold, I really do recommend you to fortify yourself with a little refreshment." He was easily induced to do so, and he accordingly took a couple of glasses of punch, and when about to mount his horse, it was found that he could not do so without the assistance of his men who were on duty, in all about six, every one of whom, as well as the captain himself, was well armed.

It is unnecessary to state to the reader that the pursuit was a vain one.