puddn! Do you get pudding every day?"

"No; only Sundays."

"Do you get money enough?"

"No, sure."

"Do you get beer enough?"

"Oh no, NEVER!" said Mr. Bullock quite resolutely.

"Worthy Clodpole, give us thy hand: it shall have beer enough this
day, or my name's not Corporal Brock. Here's the money, boy! there
are twenty pieces in this purse: and how do you think I got 'em?
and how do you think I shall get others when these are gone?--by
serving Her Sacred Majesty, to be sure: long life to her, and down
with the French King!"

Bullock, a few of the men, and two or three of the boys, piped out
an hurrah, in compliment to this speech of the Corporal's: but it
was remarked that the greater part of the crowd drew back--the women
whispering ominously to them and looking at the Corporal.

"I see, ladies, what it is," said he. "You are frightened, and
think I am a crimp come to steal your sweethearts away. What! call
Peter Brock a double-dealer? I tell you what, boys, Jack Churchill
himself has shaken this hand, and drunk a pot with me: do you think
he'd shake hands with a rogue? Here's Tummas Clodpole has never had
beer enough, and here am I will stand treat to him and any other