pump, an iron ladle to dole out water to thirsty school-boys, for ever and a day. The three skinny goddesses Fate One with a distaff in hand, The other with scissars so dread, These are the tricks of the three, All must buckle and bend to 'em ; Hic-there's an end to you ladies and gentlemen. "No-no, it's of no manner of use to quarrel, you take me; of no sort of use to dispute with these self-willed daughters of old Nox and Erebus. They were born in the dark, bless you, and there is no finding them out—none, I assure you; they are the most in-inscrutable of all the goddesses, and that is all, the wisest wiseacre among us all knows about the matter. Wherefore, though I love night, and-hic-worship Master Nox, let my nights be in a tavern, with plenty of tapers, my hearty vintners. Yes! and the light of these smiling ladies-smile—yes, by all means, smiling,-compose one to pleasantdreams-heigh-ha-ho-that am—me—e- ethat is the business;" when Tom dropping his head upon his bosom, sunk quietly into the arms of sleep, in old Caleb Johnson's elbow-chair, where we will leave him, whilst we take a peep below, at what had occurred between the Jew and the drunken trumpeters. CHAPTER VIII. THE TRUMPETERS' SUPPER. "Thou villain, thou art full of piety."-SHAKSPEARE. "Well, Master Mordecai, you are the most Christian Jew of all your tribe," said Tom D'Urfey, who, whilst the conversation was going on in the hall, had for a few minutes descended to the apartment on the basement story, provided for the entertainment of the musicians, to arrange matters for the approaching show on the balcony in front of the tavern. "You are fatigued, my worthy, and you shall have a joyous good supper for your pains. Here, drawer, bring us a bottle of wine." When, pouring out a bumping glass for Mordecai, and taking one for himself, " Come," said he, "here goes, church and king." This considerate visit of D'Urfey's occurred about two hours before his visit to the bar. "I can not never drink that," said Mordecai, but not until he had swallowed the wine. "I'll toast the king with all mine heart.” "You are a deep one," said D'Urfey; "come then, bung f'other eye; I say, Mohun," who then entered; "here's a trump,-he wont drink my toast, but he mops up the wine. Come then," filling the glasses again, "now-let's have it your own way." "Here goes, the king," said Mordecai, "and no Popery; no more religious wars, of no kind votshomever." and "That Israelite, your worship," said old Hold-me-fast," is a lost sinner, and by grace mercy, I will set about his conversion this night. Observe your worship, what he has obtained already by his short acquaintance with one of the faithful-(hiccoughing)—you perceive he is a Protestant Jew already, your worship, and that is a great way towards conversion. Pray, your worship, may I be so bold, are you that-hic-(hiccoughing again,) are you his honour Sir William Davenant ?" "No," replied Tom, "I am Sir Thomas D'Urfey, you drunken, puritanical old hypocrite." "Thomas-Thomas-hic-Thomas-one of the twelve, but no Diddimus, I fear: What I would ask is as this-Who am I to look to for my reward-Thomas-hey-Did-Diddimus? for I will have no intercourse with-hic-this reprobate, unbelieving Jew, excepting his conversion, if it be I have sufficient grace. But what am I to receive for my services, and that of these five sensible, useful, sober servants of the Lord? We only wait to know that, and if it be your worship's pleasure, we will have something to moisten our mouths withal, for we have come from afar, and have tarried long." "Moisten your mouths," echoed D'Urfey, "why Master Hold-me-fast, you are staggering now, you sot. What are we to do with these drunken trumpeters, Mahon? I'd be sworn, there's not a man among them knows a semibreve from a crotchet." "Hic-Don't swear, your worship,-you, I think with due reverence, are a justice of the peace, and I have a charge to make against this unholy Jew," staggering against D'Urfey, who slipping dexterously aside, the old puritan |