If I now vote on the Tory side against Chevydale, his brother, the Tory Commissioner, will be my enemy in spite of all his Toryism; but if I vote and exert myself for Chevydale, the Liberal, I make his Tory of a brother my friend for life.

And now, talk to me about principle, or consistency either." His nephew could not but admit, that the instances adduced by his uncle were admirably calculated to illustrate his argument, and he accordingly pursued the subject no further.
"Ay!" exclaimed the Still-hound, "what d--d scrawl have we got here?
Ay, ay, why this is better than I expected." "What is better, uncle ?" said the nephew, venturing an experiment.
"Why," replied the sagacious old rascal, "for you to mind your business, if you have any, and to let me mind mine, without making impertinent inquiries, Master Harry." With these words he went and.

locked up both letters in his desk.

As we, however, possess the power of unlocking his desk, and reading the letter to boot, we now take the liberty of laying it in all its graphic beauty and elegance before our readers-- "To MISTHER KLINTON, SIR: "Af you go this nite bout seven clocks or thereaway, you'd find a Still-Hed an' Worm At full work, in they tipper End iv The brown Glen in Ahadarra.

Sir, thrum wan iv Die amstrung's Orringemen an' a fren to the axshize." The gauger after breakfast again resumed the conversation as follows:-- "Have you changed your mind, Harry, regarding the Excise?
because if you have I think I may soon have an opportunity of getting you a berth." "No, sir, I feel an insurmountable repugnance to the life of a Still--hem." "Go on, man, to the life of a Still-hunter.