The old gentleman is said to be worth some money, but he evidently is determined to die in harness.

As regularly as the mail arrives, about one in the morning, so regularly does he turn out and welcome the passengers with a glass of mixed honey, brandy, and water.

The beverage and the donor reminded me forcibly of "Old Crerer," and the "Athole Brose," with which he always welcomed those who visited him in his Highland cottage.

Having got beds to ourselves--after repeated requests to roost two in a nest, as the house was small--I soon tumbled into my lair, and in the blessed forgetfulness of sleep the miseries of the day became mingled with the things that were.

The next morning, after breakfast, we got a conveyance to take the party over to the Cave, a distance of seven miles.