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phemus figure of my friend D——, who bellowed his ballads like the Bull of Bashan! As for the degraded Cymon, he sat brooding over his grievances quiet enough at last, forming determinations never again to venture his person and reputation upon the stormy ocean. The rest of the passengers too were as tranquil as could be desired, and therefore it was not necessary to supervise their occupations. But oh! "Ye stars, which are the poetry of Heaven,"

why cannot love have a pinnace with no sailors but yourselves?

"Hillo!" cried he of Bashan, "what news a-head, Jonas?"

"I think I see the Jetty lights."

"Well said, Jonas: you'll be good for something after all. Starboard or larboard, Jonas ? To the right or left?"

"To the right—a little more-more still.” Cymon was really beginning to get some credit for seeing what nobody else could; but his reputation was doomed to be cut off in the bud, for, instead of having seen the Jetty lights, he had all along been bending his optics upon a cottage window two miles short of them;

and, in the midst of his praises, we dashed, like a benighted sword-fish, into a hard-hearted mud bank.

"Ho, ho, ho!" shouted Polyphemus, "if you are not Jonas now, I am no whale, that's all!" "A rock, a rock!" screamed all who were not occupied with softer cogitations.

66 No, Mrs. John; no, ho, ho! worse than that! we are on the mud; and once get me on the mud, and I'll defy the devil to get me off again. Give me sea-room-only float me, and all well and good; but here I am, like a stranded Leviathan, and push me off who can. Noah's ark was never more firmly fixed upon Mont Blanc, or Primrose Hill, or where the deuce was it? Nevertheless, we'll try. The boathook, Jonas-the boat-hook! Oh for a cedar of Lebanon!"

Alas! he pushed and strained till he almost spitted himself upon the pole, but all to no purpose.

"Firm as Windsor Castle! you'll never move whilst I am on board. If I was out, indeed, you would bob up like a cork; but then what would become of you without me? I'll

put myself in t'other scale, and see what that will do."

With that he plunged over the stern into the boat, and began pulling away till the oars cracked again.

"Push away at the bow, my boys, and I'll tow you out backwards forwards. Lord, Lord! if I could only be in both places at once, I'd make her slip out like a mud eel. Pugh! it's of no use! The wind is blowing us in harder than ever, and the sea is getting up, and she will be knocked to pieces, and Mrs. John and Mrs. Thomas will never see the King until it pleases Heaven to call him unto all those who have travelled by land or by sea. Ho, ho, ho! to prayers, to prayers, for it is all over with you, unless you take to the boat, or make a raft of my back."

It was, indeed, high time to take his advice, for the sea became whiter and whiter, and broke violently over us. Mr. D― ran up a rope as nimbly as a Brobdignag spider.

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'Ho, ho! Here's a squalling! To the boat, to the boat!

'Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer!'

Ho, ho, ho! There's Jonas in first-he'll not be drowned if he can help it. Now, Jonas, catch Aunt John, for here she comes, cackling like a basket of cocks and hens-Well stowed, Mrs. John-Now, Mrs. Thomas-there you go

Now another—and another—Jump in, gentlemen all, and take the oars; Jonas will steer you-he's a hand at that.".

“Mr. D——! Mr. D—— !" shrieked the ladies, "you will not leave us to the mercy of the elements? You will not stay behind?"

"You have got Jonas with you, and he is a host in himself. Pull away, my hearties; I must stay and keep house-never desert the good ship in distress; besides, I should sink you, as sure as lead."

Then there was another cry

bara! Where is Barbara ?"

set up

"Bar

"God bless you, sweet Barbara!" I whisper

ed: "I did not know what they were about." "You come with us?"

"Desert my friend in distress, Barbara? Impossible!"

"Merciful Heavens!"

"Bless you, sweet Barbara! Now this step

-now that-now jump"-Ministers of grace!" what proportions!

Considering that the rowers had never handled an oar before, and that Cymon was something worse than nothing, they went off pretty dexterously, and we had not much fear for their safe passage home. When they were fairly out of sight, we began to consider what was best to be done.

"What a jolly day!" said my companion, letting down the mainsail-"never had such fun in my life; but why did you not keep Barbara on board? Whew! there's a sea for you ! The tide is coming in-let us heave out the anchor, to prevent her from drifting farther in, and then, if we are not knocked to pieces first, we may be afloat by the time we have done supper. Here she goes-splash! Now come and grope for the tinder-box, and leave the rest to Providence."

There was nothing better to be done, and so to the cabin we descended, and struck a light. "Ho ho! what land-lubbers we were not to make Jonas put the dishes away! That crack against t'other boat has capsized every thing.

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