er one sinner that repenteth,
more than over ninety and nine just men.' And I know many, Eliza, who go
through a long course of virtuous iniquity, in order that their triumph
in the end may be the greater. I have myself practised it on a small
way, and found it refreshing. And now, Eliza, bring me another cup of
brandy and water, even for my stomach's sake; and, Eliza, my
charming girl, put it to those sweet lips--that it may catch the true
fragrance--Christian fragrance I wish I could say--for they are fragrant
lips--and a sweet arm--a full tapering arm you are gifted with. Ah!
Eliza, if you could feel as I feel--nay, it was the chair that was
unsteady--my my heart is dis--dissolving, Eliza. If you were only a
little more frail, my sweet girl--we could feel this a kind of religious
exercise. Oh! these precious little frailties--these precious little
frailties!'

"'Mr. M'Slime you will excuse me, but I think you have got enough, and a
little too much liquor. If you should be seen going home in an unsteady
state your character would suffer.'

"'Another cup of refreshment, Eliza--but I am not perfection--no--nor
would I be perfection. What would life be without these precious little
frailties--that make us what we are.'

"'With all piety and undher------'

"'Who is that,' inquired the maid, evidently startled, if not affrighted
by a strange voice.

"'I join--join you, brother M'Slime, for another cup of refreshment.'

"'Bob Spaight--brother Bob--I am glad you are here; Eliza, my
darling--my dove--another cup for Bob, and after that we shall aid each
other home--will render one another Christian and mutual assistance.'

"'Yes,' replied Bob, clearing his voice:--

(Both voices simultaneously:)

Bob--'King James he pitched his tents between

Solomon--'There's naught but care on every hand,

Bob--'The lines for to retire,

Solomon--'In every hour that passes, O

Bob--'But King William threw his bomb balls in,

Solomon--'What signifies the life o' man,

Bob--'And set them all on fire.'

Solomon--'An' 'twerna for the lasses, O!'

"Many thanks, sweet Eliza--oh! that I could say my frail Eliza; but I
shall be able to say so yet, I trust; I shall be able to say so.'

"'God forbid,' she replied. 'This is not for you, Mr. M'Slime--I
certainly will give you no more this night. But Bob here is a favorite
of mine. Bob, you will see Mr. M'Slime home?'

"'In all piety and tr