boy at that table, and he felt it,
yielded to the full satisfaction of it. He had dined royally, and was
fit for anything. When his friend asked him if he would go fishing, he
replied jauntily, and in a way quite unlike himself: "Why, suttenly,
which would you rather do or go fishin'?"

"O Wilks," cried the lawyer, "you're a patent pressed brick! I feel like
old Isaac Walton's Coridon, that said, d'ye mind, 'Come, hostess, give
us more ale, and let's drink to him,' which is natural, seeing I'm
called Corry."

The companions had a glass of ale after dinner, which was quite
indefensible, for they had had a sufficiency at that bounteous repast.
Evidently, the dominie was in for a good time. A wizened old fellow,
named Batiste, with a permanent crick in his back, dug the worms, and
presented them to the lawyer in an empty lobster tin, the outside of
which was covered with texts of Scripture. "It seems almost profane,"
remarked the recipient, "to carry worms inside so much Bible language."
But the merry schoolmaster remarked that it was turn about, for he had
heard a Scotch preacher, who seemed to know the whole Bible by heart,
say in prayer, on behalf of himself and his people, "we are all poor
wurrums of the airth." "Probably, however," he continued, "he would have
objected to be treated as a worm."

"They say even a worm will turn, which, if your parson was a large man,
might be serious enough," replied the lawyer. "I remember, when I was a
small boy, thinking that the Kings of Israel kept large men for crushing
their enemies, because they used to say, 'Go and fall upon him, and he
fell upon him and he died.' That might be the way with the human wurrum.
It's not always safe to trust these humble men."

"Corry, you're a profane man; your treatment of sacred things is
scandalously irreverent," said the dominie.

"Who began it?" retorted the victim.

"You did, sir, with your textual lobster can," replied the reprover.

"The ancient Hebrews, in the height of their pride and glory, knew not
the luxury of lobster salad," Coristine remarked, gravely, as if
reciting a piece.

"How do you know that?"

"Because, if I offer a prize of a Trip to the Dark Continent to the
first person buying a copy of our published travels, who finds the word
lobster in the Bible, I shall never have occasion to purchase the
ticket."

As they moved in the direction of the river, Pierre came after them and
asked:--

"You make your feeshi