THE OYSTERS. "Hech, sirs! but the month o' September's the month after my ain heart — and worth ony ither two in the year — comin' upon you, as it does, after May, June, July and August, wi' its R and its Eisters — ilka shell as wide 's my loof — ilka fish like a shot-star — and the tottle o the whole swimmin' in its ain sawt-sea liccor."—Noctes Ambrosiance.