" His demeanour was polished; his manners singularly affable and gentle; and he was remarkable, for the generosity of his temper. "Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed. And, if I'd my own way, I'd drown 'em all like a litter o' puppies. " "I, Sir!—I swear——" "Tush!" interrupted Jonathan, harshly. He did not care whether the stories were accepted or not. " "And perish upon the gibbet," rejoined Jonathan contemptuously. Smith, now, being more than half-seas over, became very uproarious, and, claiming the attention of the table, volunteered the following DRINKING SONG.
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