"Billy Duffy the blacksmith," he answered.

"No admittance! You are a bold, bad man," said St. Peter.

"Good God! what will I do?" said Billy, and he went back to the
earth, where he and the piece of the devil's nose melted into a ball
of fire, and he roves the earth till this day as a will-o'-the-wisp.




THE STORY OF JOHN 0' GROATS.

He was an old seaman, with weather-beaten face and black eyes, that
had looked upon many lands and many sights.

"Well, indeed, I'll tell you about Johnny Groats as it was told to
me one night in the trades," he said, blowing a whiff of smoke from
his wheezy pipe.

"Well, in olden times there was a rich lord, who owned all the
property looking on to the Pentlands--an awful place in bad weather;
indeed, in any weather.

"He was a lone man, for his wife was dead, and his son had turned
out to be a rake and a spendthrift, spending all his substance upon
harlots and entertainments.

"Now this lord had a factor, by name John o' Scales, a stingy,
cunning man, who robbed his master all he could during the week, and