"I tell you what, Doctor," said he, "-- -- you! have no bantering with me,--for I'm not the man that will bear it, -- -- me!" and he threw a tremendous swaggering look across the table.
"I want you to learn to read, Tommy dear.

Look at your mother there over her books: she keeps them as neat as a scrivener now, and at twenty she could make never a stroke." "Your godfather speaks for your good, child; and for me, thou knowest that I have promised thee a gold-headed cane and periwig on the first day that thou canst read me a column of the Flying Post." "Hang the periwig!" said Mr.Tom, testily.

"Let my godfather read the paper himself, if he has a liking for it." Whereupon the old gentleman put on his spectacles, and glanced over the sheet of whity-brown paper, which, ornamented with a picture of a gallows at the top, contained the biographies of the seven unlucky individuals who had that morning suffered the penalty of the law.

With the six heroes who came first in the list we have nothing to do; but have before us a copy of the paper containing the life of No.

7, and which the Doctor read in an audible voice.
"CAPTAIN MACSHANE.
"The seventh victim to his own crimes was the famous highwayman, Captain Macshane, so well known as the Irish Fire-eater.
"The Captain came to the ground in a fine white lawn shirt and nightcap; and, being a Papist in his religion, was attended by Father O'Flaherty, Popish priest, and chaplain to the Bavarian Envoy.
"Captain Macshane was born of respectable parents, in the town of Clonakilty, in Ireland, being descended from most of the kings in that country.