tus; you sly dog, you keeps it all to yourself."

By this time the whole conclave were more than half-seas over, or, as
Augustus Tomlinson expressed it, "their more austere qualities were
relaxed by a pleasing and innocent indulgence." Paul's eyes reeled, and
his tongue ran loose. By degrees the room swam round, the faces of
his comrades altered, the countenance of Old Bags assumed an awful and
menacing air. He thought Long Ned insulted him, and that Old Bags took
the part of the assailant, doubled his fist, and threatened to put the
plaintiff's nob into chancery if he disturbed the peace of the meeting.
Various other imaginary evils beset him. He thought he had robbed a
mail-coach in company with Pepper; that Tomlinson informed against
him, and that Gentleman George ordered him to be hanged; in short, he
laboured under a temporary delirium, occasioned by a sudden reverse of
fortune,--from water to brandy; and the last thing of which he retained
any recollection, before he sank under the table, in company with Long
Ned, Scarlet Jem, and Old Bags, was the bearing his part in the burden
of what appeared to him a chorus of last dying speeches and confessions,
but what in reality was a song made in honour of Gentleman George,
and sung by his grateful guests as a finale of the festivities. It ran
thus:--

THE ROBBER'S GRAND TOAST.

A tumbler of blue ruin, fill, fill for me!
Red tape those as likes it may drain;
But whatever the lush, it a bumper must be,
If we ne'er drinks a bumper again!
Now--now in the crib, where a ruffler may lie,
Without fear that the traps should distress him,
With a drop in the mouth, and a drop in the eye,
Here's to Gentleman George,--God bless him!
God bless him, God bless him!
Here's to Gentleman George,--God bless him!

'Mong the pals of the prince I have heard it's the go,
Before they have tippled enough,
To smarten their punch with the best curagoa,
More conish to render the stuff.
I boast not such lush; but whoever his glass
Does not like, I'll be hanged if I press him!
Upstanding, my kiddies,--round, round let it pass!
Here's to Gentleman George,--God bless him!
God bless him, God bless him!
Here's to Gentleman George,-God bless him!

See, see, the fine fello