THE ACHARNIANS. 25

C.-b. “Have you stowed him safe enough?”
Hfon. “Never fear; he’s hearty stuff;
Fit for usage hard and rough,
Fit to beat, and fit to cuff,
To toss and fling, =
You can hang him up or down,
By: the heels or by the crown.”

The Beeotian bade one of his servants take the
package on his back and march off with it.

“Well,” said Honesty, looking after the party,
“‘you’ve got a queer piece of goods with you; if you
do make anything of him, you will be the first person
that ever got anything good out of an informer.”

A slave now appeared with a message: “ General
Dobattle sends five shillings, and wishes to buy a
dish of quails and a good-sized eel from Copais.”

Hon. “General Dobattle! And who, pray, is
General Dobattle ?”

Messenger. “The fierce and hardy warrior; he that wields
The Gorgon shield and waves the triple plume.”

fTon. “Let him wave his triple plume over a mess
of salt fish; quite good enough for him.”

By this time it was noised about that Honesty had
got some of that precious commodity, peace, and he
was overwhelmed with applications for it. A coun-
tryman came in groaning and lamenting.

“What's all this about?” asked Honesty.

“Oh, my dear friend,” said the man, “just a little
drop of peace.”