certained that the apartment in which the ladies were assembled was farther up the passage, and that a retreat by the staircase was thus se. cured to the Benedicts. No one hinted to his neighbour what familiar household tone had met his individual ear; but, with as little confusion and as little formality as possible, the committee dissolved. Some months have elapsed, but no farther meeting of the club members has taken place. Old Mr. Thompson's house in High Street continues unoc. cupied, and the "Benedict Club" has not yet been established in Rareborough. OLD MOUNTAIN DEW. BY CHARLES MACKAY. AWAY with your port and your fine-flavour'd sherry, Our blessings upon her! Scotland for ever! and old mountain dew! Mountain dew! clear as a Scot's understanding, Her children have won her Scotland for ever! and old mountain dew! May her worth, like her lowland streams, roll on unceasing, Or whiskey to toast her Scotland for ever! and old mountain dew! Neish! neish! neish! hurra! |