CHAPTER FIRST
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CHAPTER FIRST
Wiser Raymondus, in his closet pent,
Laughs at such danger and adventurement
When half his lands are spent in golden smoke,
And now his second hopeful glasse is broke,
But yet, if haply his third furnace hold,
Devoteth all his pots and pans to gold.*
* The author cannot remember where these lines are to be found: perhaps in Bishop Hall‘s Satires. [They occur in Book iv. Satire iii.]
About a week after the adventures commemorated in our last CHAPTER, Mr. Oldbuck, descending to his breakfast-parlour, found that his womankind were not upon duty, his toast not made, and the silver jug, which was wont to receive his libations of mum, not duly aired for its reception.
"This confounded hot-brained boy!" he said to himself； "now that he begins to get out of danger, I can tolerate this life no longer. All goes to sixes and sevens--an universal saturnalia seems to be proclaimed in my peaceful and orderly family. I ask for my sister--no answe

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