age, tapped me lightly on the shoulder, and, in broken English, requested me to purchase one of her bouquets.

I was not in a particularly good humor at the time, for I was thinking of the tom-foolery, of which I had just been an eye-witness; and turning to the girl, I harshly bade her take herself off. In an instant, however, my heart smote me for my rudeness, and running after her, (for she had got a little distance from me by this,) I dropped a five-franc piece in her basket, and took from it a bouquet in exchange; and, as I did so, I observed a large tear trickling down her olive cheek a tear of humiliation and shame! All the rest of the afternoon, the sad countenance of the girl haunted me, and a thousand times I vowed in my inmost soul, never again to add to the weary burden of the poor, the bitter weight of an unkind word.

The next morning it so fell out that I accompanied Gray on a visit to the extensive hospital, in the 'largo delle pigne,' called the casa degl' incurabile.

As we entered the ward appropriated to surgical cases, we became aware, from the bustle pervading a crowd of medical students who were gathered together in one corner of it, that an operation had just been, or was shortly about to be, performed; and in answer to our queries, a nurse informed us that his Excellency, the great doctor Raphael Bombelli, had the moment before added to his exalted reputation by amputating the leg of a boy who had been run over by a citadine.

Drawing near to the sufferer, and looking into his agonized face, I recognized, to my grief and horror, the pensive features of the little fellow whom I had met, on the previous evening, near the 'Duomo.' His sister was on her knees by his bed-side, holding one of his tiny hands in hers, her fine eyes upturned toward heaven, as if seeking there for that consolation which was denied to her upon the earth, and her lips parted in prayer.

Kneeling by her side, I placed my hand gently on the boy's head, and, with my handkerchief, commenced wiping the perspiration from his cold, damp brow, when God help me! - the good angel who sustained his feeble spirit, looked through his eyes and smiled.

And all that day, and for many days thereafter, Gray and I watched by the bed-side of the dying boy; and I marked that the smile never once left his face. At times it was feebler than at others, but still it was there and I learned a lesson from it that no sermon could inculcate. And ofttimes, amid the false glare and hollow mirth of the revel, and in the solitude of my own chamber, I see that sainted smile; and when wearied with the cares of earth, as I sometimes am, I yield to the snares of the Tempter, and repine at my lot, the shade of that patient boy-now my ministering spirit-appears at my side, and I bow my head in contrition, and pray - pray that my last end may be like his!

At length it became evident to all that the child was sinking fast; and it was a beautiful and sanctifying sight to behold him,

as his hour approached, with his arms tightly clasped around his sister's neck, endeavoring to assuage her grief, and to hear him, with understanding far beyond his years for his soul had strengthened with his body's decay-portraying the endless joys of the world to come.

And thus discoursing of our FATHER in heaven, and of the Blessed SAVIOUR, and of the Holy Mother, the child died.

This was in the early morning, and after informing the superintendent of the hospital that we would be back on the morrow to attend the funeral, the expenses of which we wished to be permitted to defray, Gray and myself left the bouquetiere alone with her dead, and returned to the 'Shenandoah.'

Toward evening we again went ashore, and strolling, in a thoughtful mood, along the western side of the hill of Lotrecco, we came, by chance, upon the campo santo vecchio, just as the sun was throwing his last rays on the crater of Vesuvius. _Daily, at this hour, and in this place, the deceased paupers of Naples are indiscriminately hurled together, into one of the three hundred and sixty-six pits, charitably provided for their reception, by that pious king, Ferdinand the First.

As my comrade and I stood at a little distance, to observe this loathsome spectacle, I counted the number of the dead, and found them men, women, and children seventeen in all; all destined to a common grave!

And now, the bodies being despoiled of their covering, and thrown into the pit, the buriers were about closing it, when, with a wild, soul-piercing shriek, a girl, with disordered garments and disheveled hair, came running into the consecrated ground, and, but for the bystanders, would have precipitated herself into the hallowed abyss.

This girl was the bouquetiere!

With unsteady step, and reeling brain, I approached the pit, and beheld O shame! O horror! amid a mass of corruption — the earthly tenement of an angel!

Ye who ignorantly prate of the many charities of Catholic climes, and would fain place a confessional in every corner of this fair land, think sometimes of the campo santo vecchio and oh! ask yourselves if such a burial as I have described, be not fitter 'for the beasts that perish' than for man, whose soul goeth upward from the earth!'

When I inquired, afterward, at the hospital, the cause of the child's so hasty and indecent interment, I received for reply that he had been buried conformably to the rules of the institution.'

As to the flower-girl, Gray and I took care that she was suitably provided for; and should the reader of these memoirs feel sufficient interest in her fate, to desire to know more of her, he or she may, perchance, gain the requisite information from a future volume.

During our stay at Naples, the Duke d'Avalos gave a grand fete champetre, to which all the 'Shenandoahs' were invited, and

a glorious time we mids had of it dancing on the green with the pretty Neapolitan maidens. The fete commenced at ten in the morning, and continued until late in the afternoon; and was conducted on a scale of magnificence far exceeding any thing I had ever before dreamt of, giving great satisfaction to the company generally, and to Mr. Hoyle in particular, who, having partaken largely of the 'rosy,' was in a Dick Swiveller state of mind, and fully impressed with the dire necessity of letting the Duke of Avalos and his guests know what manner of man' they had among them.

With this intent, he double shuffled' up to the Marquise de Perot, a very charming little French woman, and came the 'back step' on her husband's toes; next approaching the Spanish ambassador with the heavy-sea-way-tread,' he seized that grave functionary by the waistband of his breeches, and throwing him into the air, as if he were a ball, he dexterously caught him on his descent, by the collar of his coat, and landed him in safety, to the great admiration of the company, in the precise spot whence he had taken him; and, finally, he wound up his wondrous performance by reeling gracefully up to the youthful Countess of Livorno, with the 'rolling motion,' and 'backing and filling' twice around her, each time imprinting a kiss on her cherry-colored lips. Que diablo de hombre!' cried the Spanish ambassador. 'C'est un veritable bete!' said the marquis.

'C'est un ange!' sighed his wife.

The pretty countess, with true Italian discretion, kept her thoughts, whatever they were, to herself; but it was remarked that she hung on Hoyle's arm during the continuance of the fete; and when we all set off, about sun-set, on our return to Naples, it was her carriage that conveyed Hoyle thither. And when I entered the 'San Carlos' that night, to hear the grand opera of Hernani, the first object that attracted my attention was the jolly luff, seated cheek by jole, with the beautiful Countess of Livorno ! There were in the pit of the 'San Carlos,' that same night, some twenty of our men, who had been on liberty since the morning. They were all a little 'fresh,' but perfectly orderly in their, behavior, and they kept the house in a roar with their eccentricities. Among them might have been observed our old friends Peterson and Ropeyarn, the former holding a spy-glass in his hand, through which he took an occasional peep at the prima donna, (who seemed to have greatly captivated his fancy,) and the latter with his 'call' slung around his neck, with which he piped 'belay,' when his ship-mates seemed at all inclined to be obstreperous.

The opera was near its conclusion, when, most unexpectedly, the King of Naples made his appearance in the royal box, and instantly the orchestra commenced playing the National Anthem, while the audience rose to do homage to their sovereign. Our Yankee tars, however, not understanding what was going on, remained immovable in their seats, whereupon the captain of the guard, who was certainly a veritable ane, took the exceeding great

liberty of whacking one of them over the shoulders with his drawn sword. Scarce had he done so, however, before Hoyle swung himself from the box of the Countess into the parquette, and, in less time than it takes to tell it, he had the Neapolitan by the throat, and was playing 'ten pound ten' on his stupid capo, under the very noses of his guard.

Maddox, Jones and myself, who were the only other American officers present, rushed quickly to his side, together with two down East' merchant captains, who, 'seeing,' as they said, 'that there seemed to be a pretty considerable smart chance of a fight on hand, did n't mind coming in for a small sprinklin' of it themselves, providin' they were n't intrudin', jest for the honor of the 'gridiron.''

Charge bayonets!' cried the lieutenant of the guard.__ But before his soldati could bring their muskets into position, Hoyle gave the order 'to board;' and cheering with all our lungs, we rushed upon them with an impetus that nothing could withstand. In a trice they were disarmed, and as passive as sheep in our hands; so each one seizing an enemy by the nape of the neck, we marched boldly out of the theatre, headed by Hoyle and Maddox, and our rear covered by our gallant volunteers, who were loudly singing that inspiring ditty:

'On the seouth side of Nantucket pint.'

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As soon as we reached the open air, we were made aware, the rattling of drums, and blowing of bugles in all directions, that a large force was mustering to attack us, and, fearing that our retreat to the ship might be intercepted, we cut adrift from our prizes, (bestowing upon each of them a hearty kick as we parted company,) and made all sail for the mole, where most fortunately we found a boat awaiting us. As we stepped into it, we heard the heavy tramp of infantry, and the clatter of cavalry close in our rear, and scarce had we got a hundred yards from the mole, before a small army of about a thousand foot, and as many horse, took possession of it, and encamped there, in battle array, for the night.

Then, laying on our oars,' we gave three hearty cheers, which brought a volley of musketry over our heads; after which we gave way' in good earnest; and after landing the Yankees aboard of their respective vessels, we pulled in high glee to the 'Shenandoah.'

This was our last exploit at Naples. On the morrow, a formal complaint being lodged against Hoyle by the Neapolitan government, the Commodore deemed it advisable to send the 'Shenandoah' out on a cruise, until the affair had blown over. Two days thereafter, the Spanish ambassador and the Marquis de Perot sent an address to the king, in which they separately congratulated his majesty upon having got rid of a 'devil' and a 'beast!'

The Marquise de Perot went into deep mourning, while the poor Countess of Livorno, who was inconsolable at the loss of her cava

lier servante, in less than a month from his departure, actually died of grief, and not, (as was falsely asserted in the 'Gazzetta,') from swallowing a fish-bone.'

THE bell had just gone two in the morning watch, and we were lying becalmed off the island of Sardinia, the crew being engaged in the intellectual occupation of scrubbing decks, and Fearless and myself idly lounging in the port-gangway- when all the galleycooks, headed by their venerable chief, Sandy Scott, made their appearance at the mainmast.

As they stood there, uncovered, waiting the approach of the officer of the deck, Mr. Bobstay, their countenances wore an air of deep dejection; and it was evident, to the most casual observer, that all was not right about the 'coppers.'

Well, Sandy, what can I do for you?' said Mr. Bobstay. "Deed, Misser Bobstay, I'm gotten a berry onpleasant piece ob duty to perform, Sare, and dat 's a fac; but we 's all loadened wid our trials in disser mortal spere, bress the LOR!'

Come, out with what you've got to say at once!' cried the impatient luff. I've something else to do beside listening to an old fool like you!'

'Ole fool, eh?' rejoined the offended Sandy, drawing himself up, and putting both arms a-kimbo. 'Well, all I'm gotten to say on dat tickler pint am, dat ef you, or any odder ob de officers, can find any man in disser ship, dat knowledges more about bilin ob de bean-soup, or keepin ob de coppers clean, dan wot disser chile does, jes you bring him along wid you, and I'll turn ober de galley to him straight-pots, sass-pans and all; and no questions axed-dat 's wot I'll do ole fool to be sure! De Lor knows, honey, old Commodore Hull nebber tought dis nigger one, dat day dat we lain so snug alongside de 'Give-em-are,' (dem dam Britishers wanted ob it bad enough afore we'd done wid dem ;) nor old Commodore Bainbridge, nudder -him wot 's dead and gone de LoR be good to him!-de time wot we knocked dat ere 'Massa-do-nuthin'* (as de captin ob our main-top berry properly called her) into a cocked hat- ole fool indeedy! I knows berry well, Sare, dat all ob you youngsters takes us ole ones for fools; but dere am two sides to dat ticklar pint, too, what I wont purtend for to 'scuss now, kase I'm got some ting else to do, as well as oder folks, Sare.'

Now if there was one thing more than another that pleased Mr. Bobstay, who was a gray-headed old bachelor, with matrimonial intentions, it was to hear himself called youthful; so tapping the old darkey gently on the shoulder with his speaking-trumpet, he remarked, blandly: 'I believe you are as brave an old fellow

*SEAMEN have a most extraordinary facility for distorting the names of vessels. Thus, they call the Susquehanna' the Suffering Hannah;' the 'Cyane,' the 'Sighing Ann,' etc., etc.