But it was of no use; the old one would not budg.

"Help yourself," says he again, "and pass me the bottil." "You are very good, father," says master; "but really, I neither drink nor smoke." "Right, my boy: quite right.

Talk about a good conscience in this life--a good STOMACK is everythink.

No bad nights, no headachs--eh?
Quite cool and collected for your law studies in the morning ?--eh ?" And the old nobleman here grinned, in a manner which would have done creddit to Mr.Grimoldi.
Master sate pale and wincing, as I've seen a pore soldier under the cat.
He didn't anser a word.

His exlent pa went on, warming as he continued to speak, and drinking a fresh glas at evry full stop.
"How you must improve, with such talents and such principles! Why, Algernon, all London talks of your industry and perseverance: you're not merely a philosopher, man; hang it! you've got the philosopher's stone.
Fine rooms, fine horses, champagne, and all for 200 a year!" "I presume, sir," says my master, "that you mean the two hundred a year which YOU pay me ?" "The very sum, my boy; the very sum!" cries my lord, laffin as if he would die.