l soon join the pieces of your old coat again--in
_holy_ matrimony, I may safely say--"

"True. (_Cluck, cluck_.) My housekeeper will restore it; yet will she
be wroth, `_Feminae curaeque iraeque_;' but let us think no more about
it," cried the Dominie, drinking deeply from his pannikin, and each
minute verging fast to intoxication. "`_Nunc est bibendum, nunc pede
libero pulsanda tellus_.' I feel as if I were lifted up, and could
dance, yea, and could exalt my voice and sing."

"Could you, my jolly old master? then we will both dance and sing--

"Come, let us dance and sing,
While all Barbadoes bells shall ring,
Mars scrapes the fiddle string
While Venus plays the lute.
Hymen gay, trips away,
Jocund at the wedding day.

"Now for chorus--

"Come, let us dance and sing."

CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

THE "FUN GROWS FAST AND FURIOUS"--THE PEDAGOGUE DOES NOT SCAN CORRECTLY,
AND HIS FEET BECOME VERY UNEQUAL--AN ALLEGORICAL COMPLIMENT ALMOST
WORKED UP INTO A LITERAL QUARREL--AT LENGTH THE MIGHTY ARE LAID LOW, AND
THE DOMINIE HURTS HIS NOSE.

I heard Tom's treble, and a creaking noise, which I recognised to
proceed from the Dominie, who had joined the chorus; and I went aft, if
possible to prevent further excess; but I found that the grog had
mounted into the Dominie's head, and all my hints were disregarded. Tom
was despatched for the other bottle, and the Dominie's pannikin was
replenished, old Tom roaring out--

"Come, sling the flowing bowl;
Fond hopes arise,
The girls we prize
Shall bless each jovial soul;
The can, boys, bring,
We'll dance and sing,
While foaming billows roll.

"Now for the chorus again--

"Come, sling the flowing bowl, etcetera.

"Jacob, why don't you join?" The chorus was given by the whole of us.
The Dominie's voice was even louder, though not quite so musical, as old
Tom's.

"_Evoe_!" cried the Dominie; "_evoe! cantemus_.

"_Amo, amas_--I loved a lass,
For she was tall and slender;
_Amas, amat_--she laid me flat,
Though of the feminine gender.

"Truly do I not forget the songs of my youth, and of my hilarious days:
yet doth the potent spirit work upon me like the god in the Cumean
sybil; and I shall soon prophecy that which shall come to pass."

"So can I," said Tom, giving me a nudge, and laughing.

"Do thine office of Ganymede, and fill up the pannikin; put not in too
much of the element. Once more exalt thy voice, good Dux."

"Al