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the lungs of a stentor, "Pass the word there, for the captain's steward!"

Our captain next took a miniature picture from under his pillow, which he seemed to contemplate with peculiar delight; sighing and soliloquizing as he hung over it enamoured: "Can any face," cried he, “be more angelic? Such top-lights! Or can any form be more ravishing? Such a pair of catheads! And, oh! what hair! might take a sheep-shank in it! good breeze! Fill all my sails!

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Why, one

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ring-tail spritsail and spritsail-topsail ! Royals and skyscrapers! Flying jib and jib of jibs! Waft me, oh, waft me to the arms of Cassandra!"

The captain now bellowed for the steward. "Sir!" said the steward. "How many knots does the ship go?" "Five, sir." "And how is the wind?" "A little upon the quarter, sir." "Are all the reefs out?" 66 'No, sir, there is one reef in." "What lieutenant has the watch?" "Mr. Hurri

cane, sir." "Desire him to step below."

Mr. Hurricane, on hearing the summons,

threw off his grego, that is, his great-coat, and calling to the quarter-master, told him to take it below. He then went to the compass, and having ascertained the course of the ship, and the direction of the wind, he ordered the helmsman to steer small, dispatched hands aloft to shake out the reefs, and, grasping his speaking-trumpet, descended into the cabin.

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"Mr. Hurricane," said the captain, "I hope all the reefs are out." "The top-men, sir," replied the lieutenant," are aloft shaking them out." "Is there any land in sight?" added the captain. "The master," replied the lieutenant, says he can see land broad upon the bow; but I, sir, am of opinion it is only cape fly-away." "Well," said the captain, " make all the sail you can upon the ship, and in a short time we shall be able to determine the fact."

The lieutenant went upon deck. "Mr. Echo," said he to the midshipman, "send the after-guard aft here, to hoist the maintopsail." Aye, aye! sir," cried Mr. Echo, who in concert with half-a-dozen other

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weekly-account gentlemen, thus vociferated for several minutes at the break of the quarter-deck: "Boatswain's mate! boatswain's mate! I say, you boatswain's mate! send the after-guard aft here to the main-topsailhaliards! Corporal of marines! send the marines aft on the quarter-deck, to clap on the main-topsail-haliards. Master at arms! go down below and send all the idlers up ! Send all the idlers up! Do you hear, there, master at arms? Send all the idlers up ! Stewards and servants, barbers and sweepers, cook's mates and cook-mate's ministers; doctor's mates and loblolly-boys! why don't they come on deck?"

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The people now came upon deck, the topsails were hoisted, and the walk of the ship was increased through the water. Seven bells were now struck, the hammocks were piped up, and the quarter-master stood at the nettings to receive them from the sailors. And now came upon deck the doctor, the purser, and lieutenant of marines, bloated with eating, drinking, and sleeping.

"Good morrow-morning to you, gentlemen," said the lieutenant. "How are you

all upon an average?”

"The tiller," said Mr. Nipcheese the purser, "made such a thundering noise all night, that I could only procure eleven hours' sleep."

'I pity you," said the lieutenant; "you get no more sleep than a ground-tier-butt." "And I," said Mr. Gallipot, the doctor, was obliged to get up in the night to go to the round house."

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'Shocking!" cried the lieutenant, "to be taken aback, and not able to box your ship off!"

"And I,” said Mr. Easy, the lieutenant of marines, " was compelled to rise at midnight and drink a glass of cold water."

"Diable!" said the lieutenant, "then your coppers were hot!"

"I am getting the better of my sea-sick

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ness," said the purser: Occupation! occupation! 'throw but a stone, and the giant dies !'"

"Yes," rejoined the lieutenant; "and

now you will be occupied in making dead men chew tobacco."

"I am an old voyager!" exclaimed the doctor.

"What!" said the lieutenant;

"have

you got a timber-head in the ship?" "I have been at sea before," replied the doctor.

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Yes," said the lieutenant; "you have been at Chelsea, at Battersea ; and, I dare say, in the Marshalsea."

The conversation was here interrupted by an uproar in the waist, where Mr. Echo, the midshipman, was menacing death to the boy of his mess, and belabouring him over the shoulders with the end of the topsail-sheet.

"Murder! murder!" cried the boy: "it was not my fault. The ship took a leelurch, and the kettle fetched way."

"What's the matter here, Mr. Echo?" cried the lieutenant. "Has the boy forgot to break up the treble-refined sugar; or did he neglect to beat the dust out of the Turkey carpet?"

"His kettle is capsized, sir," replied Mr.

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