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looking wistfully in her face ; while his mistress, 

 flourishing an empty whisky-bottle over her 

 head, trolled out, not in the soft strains of 

 " Sweet Richmond '111," but in a deep, rich, 

 almost bass voice : — 



" Old King Cole was a merry old soul, 

 And a merry old soul was lie ; 

 He called for his pipe, he called for his bowl, 

 And he called for his fiddlers three." 



Poor C. ! from that time all was over with 

 her. To the regret of all who knew that esta- 

 blishment, she had to go ; but even in her fall, 

 Celery was dignified, and she delivered over her 

 missionary box, with all its contents, to her 

 mistress, accounting for every farthing received, 

 and begging her to remit the funds to their 

 proper destination. So much of sympathy was 

 felt by all for her misfortune — which turned 

 out to be only that temporary giving way to 

 whisky's charms that so often overtakes South- 

 erners on their first acquaintance with the North 

 — that she was very soon well placed again, and 

 acquired, as she so well deserved it, the entire 

 confidence of her new employers. I never 

 heard of any whisky relapse, or another chant 

 of '' Old King Cole." In one thing, indeed, she 

 showed her great good sense and good feehng. 



