I looks upon you as bone of our bone, and flesh of our flesh,--Pillardees and Arrestees--and I no more minds a setting-down from your honour, than I does from Sir Jarvy, hisself." "I believe that is true enough, Galleygo; but take my advice, and knock off with the ale for to-night.

Can you tell me how the land lies, with the rest of the company ?" "You couldn't have asked a better person, your honour, as I've just been passing through all the rooms, from a sort of habit I has, sir; for, d'ye see, I thought I was in the old Planter, and that it was my duty to overlook every thing, as usual.

The last pull at the ale, put that notion in my head; but it's gone now, and I see how matters is.

Yes, sir, the mainmast of a church isn't stiffer and more correct-like, than my judgment is, at this blessed moment.

Sir Wycherly guv' me a glass of his black-strap, as I ran through the dining-room, and told me to drink 'Confusion to the Pretender,' which I did, with hearty good-will; but his liquor will no more lay alongside of the ale they've down on the orlop, than a Frenchman will compare with an Englishman.