“The Lord forgive me, but when he came to the last words and said, 'useful light,' I couldn't restrain myself, but broke out, 'That's mighty like a bull, anyhow, and reminds me of the ould song,—
“'Good luck to the moon, she's a fine noble creature,
And gives us the daylight all night in the dark.'
“Before I knew where I was, the boat glided in to the steps, and a tall man, a little stooped in the shoulders, stood before me.
“'Is it you,' said he, with a quiet laugh, 'that accuses Pope of a bull?'
“'It is,' says I; 'and, what's more, there isn't a poet from Horace downwards that I won't show bulls in; there's bulls in Shakspeare and in Milton; there's bulls in the ancients; I 'll point out a bull in Aristophanes.'
“'What have we here?' said he, turning to the others.
“'A poor crayture,' says I, 'like Goldsmith's chest of drawers,—
“'With brains reduced a doable debt to pay, To dream by night, sell Sheffield ware by day.'
“Well, with that he took a fit of laughing, and handing the rest out of the boat, he made me come along at his side, discoorsin' me about my thravels, and all I seen, and all I read, till we reached an elegant little cottage on a bank right over the lake; and then he brought me in and made me take tay with the family; and I spent the night there; and when I started the next morning there was n't a 'screed' of my pack that they did n't buy, penknives, and whistles, and nut-crackers, and all, just, as they said, for keepsakes. Good luck to them, and happy hearts, wherever they are, for they made mine happy that day; ay, and for many an hour afterwards, when I just think over their kind words and pleasant faces.”
More than one of the company had dropped off asleep during Billy's narrative, and of the others, their complaisance as listeners appeared taxed to the utmost, while the Corporal snored loudly, like a man who had a right to indulge himself to the fullest extent.