WITH A WINE-CLASS. PASO

lady’s husband was only a three years old
babby, his papa’s glory was to stand him
on the table and make him drink off a brim-
ming glass of port, without drawing his
breath; that was his first lesson, but his
mother did her best for him as long as
she lived; but still the taste was given
him in his babyhood and strengthened by .
his father’s precept and example —it never
left him. The ould gentleman’s constitution
was as hale as a March morning, and who
knows he might have lived till now; but
though he was put straight on his saddle,
with his whip and his bridle in his hands,
as he’d often been before, after a day’s
hunting and a night’s carouse; and went off
rocking in the saddle like a cradle, tallyhoing
the hounds so that the leaves of the trees
 quivered at the sound, he fell and broke —
his neck at his own avenue gate, which the

lodge: keeper had been too drunk to open