49 GOOD LITTLE ROBIN. 25 overboard, sooner than you can say Jack Robinson.” “Well, well,” said the old woman, “ I would have left my wheel any time, to save the life of the poor child.” The sailor rose, and strapped on his pack, and took up his old stick. “ Stop, sir,” said the old woman ; “ your eggs are just done ; I meant no offence by what I said ; your breakfast will be on the table directly.” “ Not at all, goody,” said he, as he threw down a five franc piece on the table ; “ no offence, but my stomach is full enough for to-day ; your breakfast would stick in my hatches.” The ok’ salt walked out of the inn, without saying another word, and was soon out of sight ^f the villagers, who had crowded round the door. The story'soon spread over the village, and received a variety of commentaries, agreeably to the various impressions, left upon the minds of different persons, m relation to tbe subject of it. “ There is an end of the devil’s bird,” said Squire Hawk. “ It all comes of intemperance,” said Deacon Squeak, as he nad just come from pouring twenty-one gal-
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