Every servant in the family, from high to low, wish'd _Tom_ success; and I can fancy, an' please your honour, I see him this moment with his white dimity waistcoat and breeches, and hat a little o' one side, passing jollily along the street, swinging his stick, with a smile and a chearful word for everybody he met: ----But alas! _Tom!_ thou smilest no more, cried the corporal, looking on one side of him upon the ground, as if he apostrophised him in his dungeon.

'I fancy, your honour, I see him this moment with his white dimity waistcoat and breeches, and hat o' one side, passing jollily along the street, swinging his stick, with a smile and a cheerful word for everybody he met. - But alas! Tom! thou smilest no more,' cried the corporal.
