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priety of putting a bottle of beer to cool in one of the cold 

 springs ; upon which his face assumed a look of vacancy, 

 his lip quivered with a malicious smile, and his eyes were 

 cast down as if with shame. At last doubt laid her icy 

 hand upon my heart, and I exclaimed in agony, " You 

 have forgotten the beer ? " He at once confessed he 

 had brought no beer. And he urged only one plea in 

 palliation there was nothing could justify him he had 

 brought plenty of champagne. It was " Euinarts et Fils," 

 and we managed with it; but frequently in the course of the 

 week I contrived to remind him of his iniquity; asking him 

 at breakfast to take another cup of beer, as if in mistake 

 for tea ; inviting him at dinner to pledge me in a glass of 

 beer, when we had only the finest wine to drink ; until I 

 teased him so much about the beer, that he, the very best- 

 tempered fellow upon earth, became rather dangerous, and 

 it was not quite safe to mention " beer " in the same room 

 with him ; in fact I only did so latterly when we were 

 fishing on opposite sides of the stream. 



At length came Sunday ; a day not to be desecrated by 

 the Christian angler. After breakfast and a walk on the 

 lofty bank, we collected all who would join with us in 

 prayer and in searching a portion of the Word of Truth ; 

 and subsequently strolled along the river side, picked wild 

 raspberries, examined the curious traces and remains of 

 old organised existence that abounded in the limestone; 

 collected bouquets of hairbells, or borrowed its pitcher 



