Don't think you can take a slight sip of the wine, sir, and there leave off--no, sir, you don't leave off, you youngsters never do; you guzzle a gallon! The consequence is intellectual drunkenness, and thus you make, as I said before, confounded fools of yourselves! Bah! why am I wasting my time!--a vast deal of influence we people who give good advice possess! Young men will be fools to the end--go and see your sweetheart!" And with a grim smile, the shaggy lawyer entered his sanctum, and banged the door, just as Roundjacket, still irate about the slur cast upon his poetry, had commenced reading in a loud voice the fine introductory stanzas--his hair sticking up, his eyes rolling, his ruler breaking the skulls of invisible foes.

Alas for Roundjacket!--nobody appreciated him, which is perhaps one of the most disagreeable things in nature.

Even Verty rose in a minute, and took up his hat and rifle, as was his habit.
Roundjacket rolled up his manuscript with a deep sigh, and restored it to the desk.
"Where are you going, young man ?" he said.

"But I know--and that is your excuse for such shocking taste as you display.

As for the within bear," and Roundjacket pointed toward Mr.Rushton's apartment, "he is unpardonable!" "Well, good-bye." These latter words were uttered as Verty went out, followed by Longears, and closed the door of the office after him.
He had scarcely heard or understood Mr.Rushton's extraordinary speech: but had comprehended that he was free to go away, and in the troubled state of his mind, this was a great boon.