A glass or two no harm will do to either saint or sinner.
And a bowl with friends will make amends for a so-so sort of dinner.’
“I found Carnegie in his nook, upon the old settee,
And dark and dismal was his look, as black as black might be,
Then suddenly the blood did fly, and leave his face so pale,
That scarce I knew, in altered hue, the bard of Largo’s vale;
But Meg was winding up the Jack, so off flew all my pains,
For, large as cocks, two fat earocks I knew were hung in chains.
“Nevertheless, he did express his joy to see me there—
Meg laid the cloth, and, nothing loth, I soon pull’d in my chair;