Then there is weeping, and gnashing of teeth with a vengeance, and the long, melancholy howl.

Oh, there is nothing in this world which gives one so perfect an idea of retribution as the long melancholy howl of the disappointed envious scoundrel when he sees his supposed victim smiling on an altitude far above his reach." "Sir," said the man in grey, "I am delighted to hear you.

Give me your hand, your honourable hand.

Sir, you have now felt the hand-grasp of a Welshman, to say nothing of an Anglesey bard, and I have felt that of a Briton, perhaps a bard, a brother, sir?
Oh, when I first saw your face out there in the dyffryn, I at once recognised in it that of a kindred spirit, and I felt compelled to ask you to drink.

Drink, sir! but how is this?
the jug is empty--how is this ?--Oh, I see--my friend sir, though an excellent individual, is indiscreet, sir--very indiscreet.