Every thing, however, has its moral, and the truth will out.

When Nanse and me were sitting at our breakfast next morning, we heard from Benjie, who had been early up fishing for eels at the water- side, that the whole town-talk was concerning the misfortunate James Batter, who had been carried home, totally incapable, far in the night, by Cursecowl and an Irish labourer--that sleeped in Widow Thamson's garret--on a hand-barrow, borrowed from Maister Wiggie's servant-lass, Jenny Jessamine..