When they got there, he made Joe take them right into the parlor; and the first thing he did was to call for some red wax and a light, and he clapped a great splatch of a seal on either bag; and then he looked at Joe, and gave a little grunt of a laugh, and a smartish wag of the head, as much as to say, "Do it again, Joe, if you can." But after that he said, "Here, Joe, is five shillings for restoring my speciments, and here is another five shillings for showing me a speciment of human nature that I did not believe in until this day." [This story is told of Professor Sedgwick in broad _patois_ by Alexander Craig Gibson, F.S.A.] "That is good," cried the squire, clapping his knee emphatically.

"It was like the professor, and it was like Joe Bulteel.

The story does them both credit.

I am glad I heard it.

Alice, fill our glasses again." Then he stood up, and looked around with a smile.
"God's blessing on this house, and on all beneath its roof-tree! "Wife and children, a merry Christmas to you! "Friends and serving hands, a merry Christmas to you!".