shutters to that grated window, or a curtain to the bed, I should think it, upon the whole, an improvement in your accommodations."
"It is, to be sure, forlorn enough," said the Master, looking around the small vault; "but if you will rise and leave it, Caleb will endeavour to find you a better breakfast than your supper of last night."
"Pray, let it be no better," said Bucklaw, getting up and endeavouring to dress himself as well as the obscurity of the place would permit,—"let it, I say, be no better, if you mean me to persevere in my proposed reformation. The very recollection of Caleb's beverage has done more to suppress my longing to open the day with a morning-draught than twenty sermons would have done. And you, Master?—have you been able to give battle valiantly to your bosom-snake? You see I am in the way of smothering my vipers one by one."
"I have commenced the battle, at least, Bucklaw, and I have had a fair vision of an
