Guy Mannering.

GUY MANNERING. 297
CHAPTER XXVIII.
Nor board nor garner own we now,
Nor roof nor latched door,
Nor kind mate, bound, by holy vow,
To bless a good man's store.
Noon lulls us in a gloomy den,
And night is grown our day;
Uprouse ye, then, my merry men!
And use it as ye may.
JOANNA BAMLIE.
BROWN could now reckon his foes;-they were five'in
number; two of them were very powerfiul men, who
appeared to be either real seamen, or strollers who assumed that character; the other three, an old man and
two lads, were slighter made, and from their black hair
and dark complexion, seemed to belong to M[eg's tribe.
They passed from one to another the cup out of which
they drank their spirits. " Here's to his good voyage!"
said one of the seamen, drinking; "a squally night he's
got, however, to drift through the sky in."
We omit here various execrations with which these
honest gentlemen garnished their discourse, retaining only
such of their expletives as are least offensive.
"'A does not mind wind and weather-'A has had
many a north-easter in his day."
"1He had his last yesterday," said another gruffly;
"and now old Meg may pray for his last fair wind, as
she's often done before."