"But, Mr. Pate, you will be sorry for this when——"
Farewell now to care and sorrow!
They our moments ne'er shall borrow;—
We, the joyous sons of folly,
Leave to sages melancholy,
When we mingle heart and soul
O'er the flowing, foaming bowl.
"Yes, this is fine fun," said Toney; "but after awhile you will have trouble, and——"
If the ills of life surround us,