"Go your way, and God go with you--I will go mine." "I have but one thing to ask you," said the man.

"What is that ?" I inquired.

"That you would drink with me before we part--you have done me so much good." "How should we drink ?" said I; "we are on the top of a hill where there is nothing to drink." "But there is a village below," said the man; "do let us drink before we part." "I have been through that village already," said I, "and I do not like turning back." "Ah," said the man sorrowfully, "you will not drink with me because I told you I was--" "You are quite mistaken," said I, "I would as soon drink with a convict as with a judge.

I am by no means certain that, under the same circumstances, the judge would be one whit better than the convict.

Come along! I will go back to oblige you.