Hugh Wynne, Free Quaker

out after dinner in my finest clothes to join my friends. I fear that

ious tenure the acre or two of land where they had built a log cabin and founded this ancient and singular institution. Here were met Anthony Morris, who fell at Trenton, Mr. Tench Francis, sometime Attorney-General, Mifflin, and that Galloway who later became a Tory, with Mr. Wil

ked the dinner and served it; and the punch and Madeira went round the table often enough,

, which was too free at times, as was the bad custom of that day, and now and then angry; for he

ig, so that the talk, in which I had small share, interested me deeply. At last, about seven, the pipes h

bull's picture of the "Death of Warren," as trying to put aside the bayonets. As I paused to reply, I saw Jack Warder standing on the other side of the street. He nodded, smiling, and made as if he were about to cross over. He had many times talked with me seriously this winter, until I had become vexed, and told them he was a milksop. After this I saw little

, I said I would remain long enough to welcome the gentleman and take a social glass. When we entered the room upstairs, I found a supper of cold meats and, as usual, punch and

aid, "This way, Wynne," and, followed by Montresor and the colonel of the Scots Grays, whose name I forget, we moved to a table remote from the

es; certainly an unusually handsome man. He carried his head high, was very erect, and had an air of distinction, for which at that time I should have ha

eye at all are scarcely less disagreeable than those who too continually watch you, as was this man's way. I was rather

hat the lower part of his face was too thin, and that in repose his mouth was apt

left me. He rose, and, with graciousness and the ease and manner of

make your acquaintance. You are like the picture of old Sir R

art thou living at Wyneote?

ur old house. Your very good health!" And at this, with a charm of manner I have seen but rarely, he put a hand on my shoulder, and add

d to hear of Wyncote, I sat down, and, despite a warning look f

in the Guards, and in the Indies, and was full of stories of court a

tell queer stories about the court ladies, and my Lord Chesterfield's boor of a son, who had such small manners and such a large appetite, and of Sir Guy Carleton, whom he was about to join in Canada. He advised me to get a pair of colours as my aunt had once desired, and seemed surprised when I paraded my friend Mr. Wilson

re swiftly passing, I sat, taking glass after glass mechanically. As the night went on we had more punch, and the dice began to rattle on the tables, despite the landlord's remonstrance, who fea

ur table and said he was going, and would I come too, I rose, and, bidding my kinsman good-by, went with the captain. I heard him swear as he found the door locked. No o

. He had taken refuge in a corner at a deserted table, and, sitting unnoticed, was solacing himself with what was left of a bowl of punch. A sense of not altogether maudlin pity came upon me, and I went over and sat down beside him. No o

ow earnest tho

fetched m

's starling: 'I can't get out.' Ever read Mr. St

inclined to use what Friends call a

d business, S

I mean Jeremy Taylor-says about ways to die: 'None please me.' But drink is the best. I mean to drink myself dead-dead-d-dead," and here he fell on to my shoulder. Letting him down easily, I loosed his neckerchief, and

an hour later, and nigh to twelve o'clock. What took place I heard from others; and, as it concerns

from the door. Leaning heavily on Captain Small's shoulder, I threw on the

three, Et

it," h

or quits," I said; "one throw." I won again, and at this I went on until the pile of gold grew beneath my eyes, amid laughter, curses, and all manner of vileness. Presently I heard the colonel exclaim, "This won't do,

ried the stout major. How he

r shame!" cried the c

A clean hundred pounds!" Even in this drunken revel there was a pause for a moment. I was, after all, but a tipsy lad of twenty, and some were just not far enough gone to feel that it might look to others an u

is a woman!" cried Wynne. "I hear her. Wine a

cried

said the major; "l

mes," hiccoug

nlocked the door and threw it wide open, as my mother, followed

aist, exclaiming, "By George! she might be younger,

as myself, and strangely quiet. I saw the dear lady, brave, beautiful, and wi

Hugh,"

ptain Wynne full in the face, so that, unprepared a

d up. There was

od away, for I was strong, and had hit hard, "Madam, I beg your pardon; we have been behaving like beasts, and I am fi

where I ple

h, Hugh!" sa

, "I mean, gentlemen, that this shall stop here. If any man thinks I a

e silence which came after he added, "Permit me, madam;" and offering his arm to my mother, we following, they w