I shall think of doing one of these days, that is when old Lady Girnington dies."
"Did you ever hear the expression of the English divine?" said Ravenswood—
"Hell is paved with good intentions."
"As much as to say, they are more often formed than executed."
"Well," replied Bucklaw, "but I will begin this blessed night, and have determined not to drink above one quart of wine, unless your claret be of extraordinary quality."
"You will find little to tempt you at Wolf's Crag," said the Master. "I know not that I can promise you more than the shelter of my roof; all, and more than all our stock of wine and provisions was exhausted at the late occasion."
"Long may it be ere provision is needed for the like purpose," answered Bucklaw; "but you should not drink up the last flask at a dirge; there is ill luck in that."
"There is ill luck, I think, in whatever
