their spirits. "Here's to his good voyage!" said one of the seamen, drinking; "a squally night he's got, however, to drift through the sky in."
We omit here various execrations with which these honest gentlemen garnished their discourse, retaining only such of their expletives as are least offensive.
"'A does not mind wind and weather—'A has had many a north-easter in his day."
"He had his last yesterday," said another gruffly, "and now old Meg may pray for his last fair wind, as she's often done before."
"I'll pray for nane o' him," said Meg, "nor for you neither, you randy dog. The times are sair altered since I was a kinchin-mort. Men were men then, and fought other in the open field, and there was nae milling in the darkmans. And the gentry had kind hearts, and would have given both lap and pannel to ony poor gypsy; and there was not one, from Johnnie Faa the upright man, to little
