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TALES OF MY LANDLORD.
Chapter V.
Whatever stranger visits here,
We pity his sad case,
Unless to worship he draw near,
The King of Kings—his Grace.
Burns's Epigram on a visit to Inverary.
The Captain finding himself deprived of light, in the manner we have described, and placed in a very uncertain situation, proceeded to descend the narrow and broken stair with all the caution in his power, hoping that he might find at the bottom some place to repose himself. But with all his care he could not finally avoid making a false step, which brought him down the four or five last steps too hastily to preserve his equilibrium. At the bottom he stumbled over a bundle of something soft,
