"I will pay when my noble patron settles with me." "A curse upon the luck!" growls Mr.William; "that comes of betting on a Sunday,"-- and he sought consolation in another great bumper.
"Nay, cousin Will.

It was but in jest," cried Harry.

"I can't think of taking my cousin's money." "Curse me, sir, do you suppose, if I lose, I can't pay ?" asks Mr.
William; "and that I want to be beholden to any man alive?
That is a good joke.

Isn't it, Parson ?" "I think I have heard better," said the clergyman; to which William replied, "Hang it, let us have another bowl." Let us hope the ladies did not wait for this last replenishment of liquor, for it is certain they had had plenty already during the evening..