Honest Jerry Sullivan met me at the door, and shook my hand, and danced round me in a fury of outrageous joy. 'Well,' cried he, 'often and often I thought your freaks would get you hanged; but may I be hanged if ever I thought they would get you married!' 'You see,' said I to Stuart, 'after all your pains to prevent me from imitating romances, you have made me terminate my adventures like a true romance--in a wedding. Pray with what moral will you now conclude the book?' 'I will say,' returned he, 'that virtue--no. That calamity--no. That fortitude and resignation--oh, no! I will say, then, that Tommy Horner was a bad boy, and would not get plumcake; and that King Pepin was a good boy, and rode in a golden coach.' Adieu. * * * * * Transcriber's note: Minor typographical errors have been corrected without note. Irregularities and inconsistencies in the text have been retained as printed.