ort." Assuming that
this holds generally good in well-constituted frames, we point out a
notable example in the case of the incarcerated Paul; for although that
youth was in no agreeable situation at the time present, and although
nothing very encouraging smiled upon him from the prospects of the
future, yet, as soon as he had recovered his consciousness, and given
himself a rousing shake, he found an immediate source of pleasure in
discovering, first, that several ladies and gentlemen bore him company
in his imprisonment; and, secondly, in perceiving a huge jug of water
within his reach, which, as his awaking sensation was that of burning
thirst, he delightedly emptied at a draught. He then, stretching
himself, looked around with a wistful earnestness, and discovered a back
turned towards him, and recumbent on the floor, which at the very first
glance appeared to him familiar. "Surely," thought he, "I know that
frieze coat, and the peculiar turn of those narrow shoulders." Thus
soliloquizing, he raised himself, and putting out his leg, he gently
kicked the reclining form. "Muttering strange oaths," the form turned
round, and raising itself upon that inhospitable part of the body in
which the introduction of foreign feet is considered anything but an
honour, it fixed its dull blue eyes upon the face of the disturber of
its slumbers, gradually opening them wider and wider, until they seemed
to have enlarged themselves into proportions fit for the swallowing of
the important truth that burst upon them, and then from the mouth of the
creature issued,--

"Queer my glims, if that be n't little Paul!"

"Ay, Dummie, here I am! Not been long without being laid by the heels,
you see! Life is short; we must make the best use of our time!"

Upon this, Mr. Dunnaker (it was no less respectable a person) scrambled
up from the floor, and seating himself on the bench beside Paul, said in
a pitying tone,--

"Vy, laus-a-me! if you be n't knocked o' the head! Your poll's as bloody
as Murphy's face ven his throat's cut!"

["Murphy's face,"unlearned reader, appeareth, in Irish phrase,
to mean "pig's head."]

"'T is only the fortune of war, Dummie, and a mere trifle; the heads
manufactured at Thames Court are not easily put out of order. But tell
me, how come you here?"

"Vy, I had been lushing heavy vet--"

"'Till you grew light in the head, eh,--and fell into the kennel?"

"Yes."

"Mine is a worse business than that,