That joke always kills me.

Argos, I fear, will pay us soon again Her yestern debt […]

Poor fellow! how happy would a companion make you, to whom you could relate your battles, bouts, and courtships; but mum is the order, and Jack is used to an implicit obeyance of head-quarter orders.

Which from the first has shone on ages past, Enlights the present, and shall warm the last.