Chapter 70 CHAPTER XXXIV.

THE DEVIL TO PAY.

"And how then was the devil dressed?

Oh! he was dressed in his Sunday's best;

His jacket was red and his breeches were blue,

And there was a hole where the tail came through."

"Hairy-faced Dick understands his trade,

He stands by the breech of a short carronade,

The linstock glows in his bony hand,

Waiting