Three parsons in one pulpit--three suns in one hemisphere--no wonder men stood aghast at such a prodigy." "What then, Will," answered his companion, "you are one of those who think the good knight murdered himself, in order to give credit to the Plot ?" "By my faith, not I," said the other; "but some true blue Protestant might do the job for him, in order to give the thing a better colour .-- I will be judged by our silent friend, whether that be not the most feasible solution of the whole." "I pray you, pardon me, gentlemen," said Julian; "I am but just landed in England, and am a stranger to the particular circumstances which have thrown the nation into such a ferment.

It would be the highest degree of assurance in me to give my opinion betwixt gentlemen who argue the matter so ably; besides, to say truth, I confess weariness--your wine is more potent than I expected, or I have drunk more of it than I meant to do." "Nay, if an hour's nap will refresh you," said the elder of the strangers, "make no ceremony with us.

Your bed--all we can offer as such--is that old-fashioned Dutch-built sofa, as the last new phrase calls it.

We shall be early stirrers tomorrow morning." "And that we may be so," said Smith, "I propose that we do sit up all this night--I hate lying rough, and detest a pallet-bed.

So have at another flask, and the newest lampoon to help it out-- 'Now a plague of their votes Upon Papists and Plots, And be d--d Doctor Oates.
Tol de rol.'" "Nay, but our Puritanic host," said Ganlesse.
"I have him in my pocket, man--his eyes, ears, nose, and tongue," answered his boon companion, "are all in my possession." "In that case, when you give him back his eyes and nose, I pray you keep his ears and tongue," answered Ganlesse.