HE COULD N'T KILL HIMSELF. But not enough for him-that would n't do, Dead in a moment, Mounseer! I'll be shot."- Poison and rope and pistol, were no go! So much, he brought up all the arsenic ! And last the river, so his luck did crown him, "Look here, Mounseer," Said he; "You never did see sich a chap as me! 181 I plumped into the river down; And, dash me! then I could n't drown. Not I. Bleed till your veins are empty, do, Or die by charcoal two and two; Have your own way, my boys, and I'll have mine, And as I cannot die, why let me dine; As sure as I'm a saved and hungry sinner, I'm peckish. Do-lord love ye-bring my dinner! |