who, shaking him cordially by the hand, told him to think no more of it, assuring him, that he should not himself, and acknowledged that he had rather been the aggressor, by his strictures upon Dr. Scribble's talents and erudition. Quite delighted with this explanation, Scribble's eyes sparkled; "and so you allow me, my dear Hamilton, to have extraordinary genius and learning." "Yes, yes, I do; but suppose we have coffee, we have had wine enough," "Oh, not yet," says Scribble; "we must have another bottle for our reconciliation." Hamilton never exceeded a bottle from choice; yet, when conviviality invited, could drink double the quantity, without intoxication;, and now consented. They enjoyed themselves very sociably, conversing chiefly upon the adventure of the catchpoles; Scribble assuring Hamilton, he could have encountered
