However, they invited him to sit down, roughly, the sweet sense of being the secret protector of her but with an air of good fellowship; and very soon he adored. opened their business over their ale. We are all Meantime, Miss Rolleston's lady's maid, Wilson, bound to assist our fellow-creatures, when it can be fell in love with him after her fashion ; she had done without trouble; and what they asked of him taken a fancy to his face at once, and he had enwas a simple act of courtesy, such as in their opin- couraged her a little, unintentionally; for he ion no man worthy of the name could deny to his brought the nosegays to her, and listened complafellow. It was to give General Rolleston's watch-cently to her gossip, for the sake of the few words dog a piece of prepared meat upon a certain even- she let fall now and then about her young mistress. ing: and in return for this trifling civility, they were As he never exchanged two sentences at a time generous enough to offer him a full share of any with any other servant, this flattered Sarah Wilson, light valuables they might find in the General's house. and she soon began to meet and accost him oftener,

Seaton trembled, and put his face in his hands a and in cherrier-colored ribbons, than he could stand. moment. “I cannot do it," said he.

So then he showed impatience, and then she, read“ Why not?”

ing him by herself, suspected some vulgar rival. “ He has been too good to me.”

Suspicion soon bred jealousy, jealousy vigilance, A coarse laugh of derision greeted this argu- and vigilance, detection. ment; it seemed so irrelevant to these pure ego- Her first discovery was, that, so long as she talked tists. Seaton, however, persisted, and on that one of Miss Helen Rolleston, she was always welcome ; of the men got up and stood before the door, and her second was, that Seaton slept in the tool-house. drew his knife gently.

She was not romantic enough to connect her two Seaton glanced his eyes round in search of a discoveries together. They lay apart in her mind, weapon, and turned pale.

| until circumstances we are about to relate supplied “Do you mean to split on us, mate ? " said one a connecting link. of the ruffians in front of him.

One Thursday evening James Seaton's goddess “No, I don't. But I won't rob my benefactor : sat alone with her papa, and — being a young lady you shall kill me first.” And with that he darted of fair abilities, who had gone through her course to the fireplace, and in a moment the poker was of music and other studies, taught brainlessly, and high in air, and the way he squared his shoulders who was now going through a course of monotonous and stood ready to hit to the on, or cut to the off, pleasures, and had not accumulated any great store was a caution.

of mental resources — she was listless and languid, “Come, drop that,” said Butt, grimly; "and and would have yawned forty times in her papa's put up your knife, Bob. Can't a pal be out of a face, only she was too well-bred. She always job, and yet not split on them that is in it !” turned her head away when it came, and either

“Why should I split ? ” said Robert Penfold. suppressed it, or else hid it with a lovely white " Has the law been a friend to me? But I won't band. At last, as she was a good girl, she blushed rob my benefactor — and his daughter."

| at her behavior, and roused herself up, and said she, " That is square enough," said Butt. “Why, Papa, shall I play you the new quadrilles ?” pals, there are other cribs to be cracked besides that Papa gave a start and a shake, and said, with old bloke's. Finish the ale, mate, and part friends." well-feigned vehemence, " Ay, do, my dear," and so

“If you will promise me to crack some other composed himself — to listen; and Helen sat down crib,' and let that one alone."

and played the quadrilles. A sullen assent was given, and Seaton drank The composer had taken immortal melodies, some their healths, and walked away. Butt followed him gay, some sad, and had robbed them of their dissoon after, and affected to side with him, and inti- tinctive character, and hashed them till they were mated that he himself was capable of not robbing all one monotonous rattle. But General Rolleston a man's house who had been good to him, or to a was little the worse for all this. As Apollo saved pal of his. Indeed this plausible person said so Horace from hearing a poetaster's rhymes, so did much, and his sullen comrades had said so little, Somnus, another beneficent little deity, rescue our that Seaton, rendered keen and anxious by love, warrior from his daughter's music. invested his savings in a Colt's revolver and ammunition.

She was neither angry nor surprised. A deliHe did not stop there ; after the hint about the cious smile illumined her face directly; she crept to watch-dog, he would not trust that faithful but too him on tiptoe, and bestowed a kiss, light as a carnivorous animal; he brought his blankets into zephyr, on his gray head. And, in truth, the bendthe little tool-house, and lay there every night in a ing attitude of this supple figure, clad in snowy sort of dog's sleep. This tool-house was erected in muslin, the virginal face and light bazel eye beama little back garlen, separated from the lawn only ing love and reverence, and the airy kiss, had someby some young trees in single file. Now Miss Role thing angelic. leston's window looked out upon the lawn, so that She took her candle, and glided up to her bedSeaton's watchtower was not many yards from it; room. And, the moment she got there, and could then, as the tool-house was only lighted from above gratify her somnolence without offence, need we he bored a hole in the wooden structure, and say she became wide-awake? She sat down, and through this he watched, and slept, and watched. wrote long letters to three other young ladies, gushHe used to sit studying theology by a farthing ing affection, asking questions of the kind nobody rushlight till the lady's bedtime, and then he replies to, painting, with a young lady's colors, the watched for her shadow. If it appeared for a few male being to whom she was shortly to be married, moments on the blind, he gave a sigh of content, wishing her dear friends a like demigod, if perand went to sleep, but awaked every now and then chance earth contained two; and so to the last new to see that all was well.

bonnet and preacher. After a few nights, his alarms naturally ceased, She sat over her paper till one o'clock, and Seabut his love increased, fed now from this new source, 1 ton watched and adored her shadow.

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When she had done writing, she opened her win- seeing the General standing before him, stretched dow and looked out upon the night. She lifted out his hands, and said, in a faint but earnest voice, those wonderful hazel eyes towards the stars, and before eleven witnesses, “Is she safe? O, is she her watcher might well be pardoned if he saw in safe ? " her a celestial being looking up from an earthly

[To be continued.] resting-place towards her native sky. At two o'clock she was in bed, but not asleep.

CARLO POERIO. She lay calmly gazing at the Southern Cross, and other lovely stars shining with vivid, but chaste, fire

[Translated for EVERY SATURDAY from the Journal des Débats.) in the purple vault of heaven.

“ MORTE DI CARLO POERIO” is the title of a pamWhile thus employed she heard a slight sound pblet just published at Naples by Professor Luigi outside that made her turn her eyes towards a Settembrini, one of the most devoted friends of the young tree near her window. Its top branches Italian patriot, his companion-in-arms, his comrade were waving a good deal, though there was not a in captivity and in deliverance. This biography is breath stirring. This struck her as curious, very full of emotion, of eloquent remarks, and of unknown curious.

facts. The death of the man whom Naples lost Whilst she wondered, suddenly an arm and a towards the end of April, seems almost forgotten hand came in sight, and after them the whole figure already. The telegraph briefly announced it, and the of a man, going up the tree.

majority of newspapers contented themselves with Helen sat up now, glaring with terror, and was publishing the meagre telegram. Nevertheless, so paralyzed she did not utter a sound. About a there was a time, and that not long since, when foot below her window was a lead flat that roofed Southern Italy was personified in this name, Poerio, the bay window below. It covered an area of sev- which rare talents and lofty characters had made eral feet, and the man sprang on to it with perfect celebrated. We especially admire the last survivor ease from the tree. Helen sbrieked with terror. of this noble family, the man who was illustrated by At that very instant there was a flash, a pistol-shot, a long series of reverses and misfortunes, and who, and the man's arms went whirling, and he stag though invariably vanquished, incessantly persecutgered and fell over the edge of the flat, and struck ed and condemned to infamous punishments, sucthe grass below with a heavy thud. Shots and ceeded by the dignity of his attitude and by the blows followed, and all the sounds of a bloody inflexibility of his resistance, though he had no arms struggle rung in Helen's ears as she flung herself but chains heroically worn, in branding his judges screaming from the bed and darted to the door. with disgrace, and in morally dethroning his king. She ran and clung quivering to her sleepy maid, We like to relate this admirable history, which Wilson. The house was alarmed, lights flashed, seems to belong to another age, to demonstrate to footsteps pattered, there was universal commotion. disheartened consciences that even now-a-days, even

General Rolleston soon learned his daughter's in politics, Virtue, that old-fashioned word, is still story from Wilson, and aroused his male servants, useful, and that, to achieve great deeds, all that is one of whom was an old soldier. They searched sufficient sometimes is, to be an Honest Man. the house first; but no entrance had been effected ; But alas ! in Italy as everywhere else, after the so they went out on the lawn with blunderbuss and victory the new-comers despise the veteran soldiers. pistol.

The old soldiers were soon placed on the retired They found a man lying on his back at the foot list (which led to their being accused of corruption), of the bay window.

some for an instant to power whence they fell overThey pounced on him, and, to their amazement, whelmed with invectives; others were pushed aside; it was the gardener, James Seaton. Insensible. others persecuted. When people saw them still

General Rolleston was quite taken aback for a alive, people were disposed to doubt the story of moment. Then he was sorry. But after a little their sufferings. People applied to them Proudhon's reflection, he said very sternly, “ Carry the black wretched joke, “Martyrs, next to oppressors, are guard in-doors ; and run for an officer.”

the most execrable objects on earth.” Italy, once Seaton was taken into the hall, and laid flat on Niobe, became Saturn; alter weeping her dead, she the floor.

devoured her living children. Poerio was devoured All the servants gathered about him, brimful of with the rest. Cruel injustice too late repaired; curiosity, and the female ones began to speak alto- now that he is no more, people begin to remember gether ; but General Rolleston told them sharply what he was. Let us endeavor to join this good to hold their tongues, and to retire behind the man. movement and to recall in a few words his patriotic “ Somebody sprinkle him with cold water,” said services. he; “ and be quiet, all of you, and keep out of His father, Giuseppe Poerio, of an excellent Casight, while I examine him." He stood before the labrian family, acted like a patriot in 1799, and was insensible figure with his arms folded, amidst a dead consequently sentenced to death, but had this sensilence, broken only by the stifled sobs of Sarah tence commuted to imprisonment in Favignana Wilson, and of a sociable housemaid who cried with dungeon. He was delivered, and made baron by her for company.

the French. After the Restoration and the RevoAnd now Seaton began to writhe and show signs lution of 1820, he was again arrested for having proof returning sense.

tested against the dissolution of the Parliament of Next he moaned piteously, and sighed. But which he was a member. He was then imprisoned General Rolleston could not pity him; he waited in Fort St. Elme, proscribed and sent with his wife grimly for returning consciousness, to subject him and children to Gratz in Styria. Raffaele Poerio, to a merciless interrogatory.

bis brother, after rousing Calabriate revolt, was He waited just one second too long. He had to likewise sentenced to death ; but he was so fortunate answer a question instead of putting one.

as to escape execution, joined the French army, and The judgment is the last faculty a man recovers fought in its ranks in Spain and Africa, where he when emerging from insensibility ; and Seaton, rose to be general. In 1848, although he was then an old man, he wished, after thirty years of exile, to Charter was granted. Poerio came out of jail, was return to Italy, and he did his duty in the war of made Prefect of Police, then Minister; next (the Independence. Another member of the family, history is familiar to every one) denounced by an Leopold Poerio, likewise an excellent soldier, was anonymous and mendacious letter sent through the made prisoner of war, and long suffered on the post-office, which was intercepted and commented hulks. We have said Giuseppe Poerio was sent to by its authors, he was again arrested, kept in prison Gratz with his family, which consisted of a noble | twenty months before trial, dragged from jail to jail, wife, of whom we shall again speak, of two sons and and at last sentenced to four-and-twenty years of of a daughter, Carlotta, who was to marry another hard labor. In the hulks of Nisida, Ischia, MonteNeapolitan patriot, Paolo Emilio Imbriani, and fusco, and Montesarchio, he wore for many a long share a new exile with him. One of the sons was year the red jacket and draggled behind hiin, gyved Alessandro, a Vesuvian poet, a man of enlarged by the feet to the same chains, a yoke-mate ; for the mind, familiar with every language and dialect, political prisoners were fastened together two by possessing an artist's temperament, delicate and two, rivetted one to the other like the felons. Nay, nervous, morbidly sensitive and stoically indifferent. sometimes a Liberal was fettered to a thief. Mr. He boldly wrote poems smelling strong of gunpow Gladstone confirmed these statements, for he saw der, and bastened to receive in Venetia death from the truth with his own eyes at the Nisida hulks. Austrian hands.

He wrote to Lord Aberdeen: “Nevertheless, I The other son was Carlo Poerio, who died very must say, the condemnation of Poerio for the crime recently. He was reared in a good school, first in of treason, is as flagrant an outrage upon the laws Styria, among the exiles; then in Tuscany, a land of truth, justice, decency, frankness, and good comof toleration (we do not say of liberty), where ev- mon sense, as would be in our country a similar ery Italian in Italy took refuge after 1820. When condemnation against any of our best known statesCarlo Poerio returned to Naples, he followed the men, Lord John Russell, Lord Lansdowne, Sir example of all the others, — he conspired. To con- James Graham, or yourself.” spire then was to dream of liberty and indepen- Poerio's mother was still alive. I have said she dence, to speak continually of them in clandestine followed her husband to exile in Austria. She writings or in secret meetings, to excite the national lived to see her son Alessandro, the poet, killed in sentiment, to organize resistance, and to pass the Venetia, her daughter an exile, and her other son half of one's life in prison. Poerio was soon the sentenced to prison. Her friends, however, conleader of this conspiracy, and, as Signor Crispi has cealed from her the true nature of the latter's senwell said, the heart and head of the young men of tence. She believed him merely relegated to an Naples. Signor Settembrini writes: “He followed island. She was wont to say : * 'Tis strange he the advocate's profession; he had a bright intelli- never sends to me for shoes. It seems the poor gence, a very astute judgment, fluent speech, varied child don't walk much." She would, too, someinformation, a great many friends, and acquaint- times say mournfully: “I have borne nine children, ances without number. He talked cordially with and not one of them will be at my death-bed to all, knew everybody's life, remembered a thousand close my eyes. I am of a truth tired of life.” She anecdotes, and discovered the secrets of the Court. lingered, sorrow-burdened, until 1852, and then, His eyes were large, there was a dash of archness having exbausted, even to the dregs, the chalice of in his smile, a soul full of good-nature; and a great woe, she died. love of honesty and truth. Look at him, you would Carlo Poerio's tortures brought forth Mr. Gladthink him an arch knave, and yet he really was one stone's letters, which were an indictment against a of the most thoroughly honest of men." The Lib-government that was the “negation of God.” In erals in the Abruzzi, in Calabria and in Sicily never this way the modest prisoner began his country's moved without consulting him. He was conse- | deliverance by his long-suffering and his courage, quently arrested after each insurrection in 1837, in which never one single day abated one single jot. 1844, and in 1847, upon mere suspicion ; for he was He was offered a pardon, provided his mother not a man to furnish evidence against himself. They would ask it of the King of Naples. His poor could only once in all this time legally keep him in mother was dying. He loved her with that filial prison. Such was Poerio's life from 1830 to 1848 ; passion still common in Italy. He refused pardon constantly watched and persecuted, but always mas on this condition. He never uttered one word of ter of public opinion, the spiritual head of Naples complaint. The Governor of Avellino asked how and the Two Sicilies. It may be remembered that he was. He smiled, and answered: “I have been all Italy in 1847 turned, animated with immense on this chalybeate regimen many years, and it has hope, towards the reforming Pope. We knew only increased my strength.” He was indeed stronger. two patriots who did not share this illusion; these The King almost begged him to accept this condiwere Gian Battista Niccolini of Florence, and An- tion; he would not yield one iota. "At last, one tonio Ranieri of Naples. Signor Settembrini men-day, tired of the struggle, the King of Naples netions a third, Carlo Poerio, who, after the amnesty gotiated a treaty with the Argentine Republic by of the Vatican, uttered this prophetic speech: “He which he stipulated to export political offenders to is still Mastaï; when he is Pope from head to foot it, the Republic agreeing to provide them money, he will act like his predecessors." Nevertheless, land, and agricultural implements. Poerio prothe Pope's services cannot be denied. Bells were tested against this treaty, declaring he would die in necessary to rouse Italy ; it was fortunate they were the hulks. His companions followed his example; found already in the summit of the steeple. Under for they would have done nothing without him. In the shadow of the Pope, the Italians dared ask for bis convict's costume, he was the leader not only of reforms. Poerio being still in prison, his house be- convicts, but of freemen. He led the Liberal party came a political club. He placed in it, and had throughout the kingdom ; it waited his instructions covered with signatures, a petition to the King, before taking any step. He kept up a correspondpraying for the promulgation of a constitution.ence with the open and secret leaders of European Everybody knows the result of this petition. The politics; among his correspondents were Lord

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Palmerston and Manin. He transmitted their in- hastened his end? The physicians said so after structions to his captains, and I am able to declare making a post-mortem examination. I would behe prevented at least twenty premature insurrec- lieve the doctors were mistaken. I know he re• tions. He, from the Montesarchio hulks, where he tained, during the last few years, his serenity of

trailed a chain with four links, mastered the impa- mind. His last published letter was the work of a tient, resisted Mazzini's party, commanded the Ne strong soul. He died in the midst of triumph. He apolitans to .hope and wait; and the Neapolitans saw the whole of Italy free from a foreigner's foot, did hope and did wait.

he saw this, who still wore nine years before chains At last, goaded by England and perhaps by his on his body for daring to dream this chimera! own conscience, for his death drew niglı, the King Moreover, he knew human nature well enough to of Naples deigned to commute into perpetual exile have a presentiment that a little sooner or a little the imprisonment which the Liberals of his kingdom later the oblivious and the ungrateful would come had borne for seven years. He selected America, back to him. Indeed they have already reverted which he topographically loved, for the land of their to him. Italians of every party gave him a magtransportation. A Neapolitan steamship, towed by nificent funeral, and delivered eloquent eulogies a man-of-war, carried the prisoners to Cadiz, where over his coffin. A street is to bear his name. A they were placed on board an American merchant- statue will be erected to him. Doubtless these honman, which was to land them at New York. The ors are tardy, but how well-merited they are ! King of Naples had made all these arrangements ; Carlo Poerio will be reckoned by his character, if he doubtless thought this new species of slave-trade not by his genius, among the Men of our age. Italy perfectly lawful.

has produced greater men. She never produced a Fortunately Carlo Poerio was more familiar with better man. the law of nations. When the ship was out of sight of land, Poerio informed the master that the transportation was every way illegal as the New York

: BILLY BUTTONS. Courts of Justice should teach him. Poerio added :

BY NORMAN MACLEOD, D.D. “ You have already received for this crime punished by American law, $ 5,000 of the $ 8,000 promised

CHAPTER 1. — HIS BIRTH. you ; you should be satisfied. You must land us at In my wanderings over the earth I have met all Lisbon.” The master at first hesitated, and then sorts of ancient mariners, who have spun their yarns refused point blank; it happened by accident a per- to me. Sometimes it was when pacing the deck cussion-cap, which had fallen on the deck, exploded under the stars, as the vessel bowled along with the under the heel of a sailor's shoe. The master be- waves surging at her bows and the breeze whistling came frightened. He made sure all these liberated among the rigging. Again it would be in out-of-theconvicts were armed, and he turned his prow to way nooks, when neither of us knew the other's wards Ireland.

naine. And at other times it was by the sick-bed, I note, by the way, as a characteristic incident, a when it was good to divert the sufferer's thoughts son of Settembrini, although at liberty and belong- from the present to the past, thus enabling his mind, ing to the English marine, managed to slip among too much strained on "one tack,” to put about on the transported convicts in the costume of a servant. another, and to ease some of its ropes by laying the

I lay stress upon these particulars, which were stress of the sails upon others. I have met so many unknown to the public generally until the publica- of this class that my mind gets somewhat confused tion of Signor Settembrini. He was one of the when I attempt to recall them individually. Yet I passengers. . Everybody knows the ovations made remember well the old man who told me about Billy in England to the evaded prisoners. Poerio re- Buttons. He had “ plougbed over many a stormy turned to Italy. Turin at first was his home, and sea," and had had many adventures, which he could from thence he once more guided the political con relate with marvellous accuracy in every detail, science of the Neapolitans. He became converted, although he was destitute of the sense of wonder to and instantly converted them to the unitary mon- discern the wonders he had seen. Many a thing archy, repelling with all his strength and all his old Chancey told me that I not only listened to with influence that coalition of princelings dreamed un- deepest interest, but pondered over long after his der the style of confederation. Besides, the petty story was finished. To me his narratives often shed princes were as averse, to it as their subjects. After a bright light on the deepest recesses in human the annexation of Naples, Poerio was of course nature, — revealing at once loves, bates, joys, and lauded to the skies. He was offered any place he griefs; strange twists, singular combinations, odd chose, any dignity he might wish, — a seat in the mixtures of motive, wild, abnormal outbursts of Senate, a Minister's portfolio. He accepted noth- natural feeling, magnificent self-sacrifice, and brutal ing but a deputy's seat, and the Vice-Presidency selfishness. He described all these things in his own of the Chamber of Deputies, an honor which was simple language, merely as facts whose ineaning be conferred upon him -- not by the government, but could not decipher except in the most unsatisfac- by the free suffrage of his colleagues, according tory manner. He was a sort of seaborn Peter Bell, to the custom of free countries. Despite this disin- with a little more of humanity in him. terestedness, which is very rare everywhere, even Billy Buttons was one of Chancey's stories. I in Italy, and although he lived on the remnant of cannot tell it as he did, but I can tell the facts of his fortune in the house of his friends, he was vio the case, as these were brought out by repeated lently attacked by the Mazzinians of the morrow, questionings during long evenings. And since then who were (as everybody knows) the Bourbonians I have had many opportunities of verifying and of of the eve. Accused of “Moderantism," i. e. of filling up the narrative, which I now present to the venality and corruption, he was assailed even in reader, not in strict historical and chronological his retreat by frenzied mobs who broke the win order, but in some respects in a form truer than even dows of the house where he found shelter, and who Chancey's own. He was just like the soldier who heaped curses on him. Is it true these outrages got the Victoria cross, but could not comprehend why, epitomizing a long and deeply interesting story | my employers, to get the wark done, and no to speer by saying, " I saved my officer, — that was all ; and at mysel whether or no it's pleasant to my ain feelwhat was it?”

in’s. A man, I consider, should do his duty, sweer

or no sweer." One evening a ship was getting ready to sail from Apart from this evil, so defended by sailor casuisValparaiso, when she was boarded by a lady, who try, Wauchope was one of the best Captains from seemed to be a lady indeed, if judged by her sweet the Clyde, and immensely liked by his men. He manners. Asking an interview with the Captain, may seem to my readers to have been rather a rough she told him that her husband had suddenly been sort of man for a gentle lady to trust herself to so imcalled off by business to a distant town, and that she plicitly. But his own wife at home once said to me, had in the mean time received letters from Scotland - He's an awfu guid cratur, my John. His heart which made it necessary for her to return home is as saft as a spunge, and he's jist daft aboot me without waiting even to consult her husband, as prop- and the bairns, and I never heard a rough word frae erty of considerable value might be sacrificed by his mouth, tho' I'm sair pit aboot wi' what he has any delay on her part. She stated her case in a tellid me, when gaun tae the kirk, o’hoo he whiles manner which at once inspired respect; and begging speaks tae thae sailors. He's aye ruein't but aye a berth in the ship, she added, “Your well-known doin't. He can help it weel eneuch, I tell him, and character, Captain Wauchope, encourages me to ask it's jist tbochtless clavers, ay, and great wickedness, this favor, and to sail under your protection only." | as I tell him, for a guid man like him tae be takin' She at the same time handed to him the money holy things in vain, and tae be sweerin'.” for the passage. The Captain was rather put about; The mate of the ship was Peter Macintyre, whose but there was a something — who does not know the voice no one ever heard except when giving orders. marvellous power over the spirit of these “some | He chewed, smoked, spoke gutturally, did his duty, things?” – which obliged him to say yes, apart and all apparently without sleep or rest. He crept from the natural desire, for the sake of his owners, about the deck muffled up in one rig for day, and to obtain the handsome sum which was offered for another for night, each differing from the other in the cabin. He felt that others might consider his the number of strata of coats which enveloped him position an awkward one; but he had an instinctive and kept up his internal heat. He wore soft thick feeling that all was natural, simple, upright, and slippers, so that his presence was no more noted than that the request was made by a true woman. that of a bucket or rope. He was the sort of man

The lady was accompanied by one female friend, who, had he fallen overboard, would have taken it with whom she conversed long and earnestly, and as a matter of course, like reefing topsails, and from whom she parted with an embrace which was would have drowned quietly. often repeated.

The crew were of the mixed kind found in most Wauchope was not at all, it must be confessed, vessels. To the common eye they were a set of what is called “ a religious man”; yet, poor fellow ! machines made for hurrying a ship across the ocean, - Well, it is not for me to defend him from what and employed only because they could not be supercould be fairly charged against him. Alas! he swore seded by any better machinery in the present state badly, often outrageously. Was he bad-tempered ? of mechanical invention. They emitted the usual No. Unkind ? A heart more sympathetic with suf- grunts and groans when turning out of their hamfering never beat. Was he unjust? Ask bis crew, mocks on a squally night; the common wild agonizand hear their verdict in his favor. How could this ing cries when pulling hard at some lift or brace in great fault, then, be accounted for? That is a the midst of the storm; and they sprang aloft and problem I am not called upon to solve, if, indeed, it lay out on the yard to reef, and battle with the flapis capable of solution. No good excuse can be found ping sail, with the most utter indifference to being for what is wrong. But I may give his own expla- | brained or drowned. They drank their coffee, nation of it, and the gentle reader can then draw smothered themselves up in their swinging bamwhat conclusions he pleases, putting Wauchope in mocks, chaffed each other, abused everything, and the exact niche wbich he thinks he deserves. longed for port. They quarrelled in a calm; forgot,

“I ken," he said to one who had his best interests forgave, and were jolly in a gale; spent days and at heart, “ this naisty sweerin' is no to be defended. nights saturated like sponges with salt water, and But I hae to do my duty to my employers, ye see, did their duty according to the ship's articles, and unless I gie the crew a run o'the tongue, they and what more could be expected of them? wad get into confusion, or maybe mutiny. My min-1 But to our story. The good ship Clyde sailed for ister telld me it was really no a Christian hawbit, her destination, having on board the lady passenger, and he was richt, nae doot, and sae I gied it up for a who gave no name, and the Captain deemed it unmonth, for I hae nae admiration o’t mysel. But what necessary to ask it. She got an excellent berth in a effect had this on the crew ? I plainly tell ye, they private cabin, which I believe the Captain gave up lost a' respect for me! It's a fac! tho' ye dinna, I for her use. She had been told there was no stewsee, believe me. But ainst," Wauchope went on to ardess - no luxuries on board — and scarcely any say, “ I heard a minister say that it was the motive comforts. Everything was done to dissuade her from made a man guid or bad. Noo that was great com-embarking in this ship. But she so pleaded life-andfort to me! For when I tell a sailor tae gang- death business, and her utter indifference to all such here or there! I needna say whaur, — but Gude things in comparison with getting to Scotland by the forgie me if I ever meant the puir sowl to gang ony first possible opportunity, that she was accepted. bad gate! Na, na! I wad cut off my baun sooner. It was an odd sort of place for a lady to be in, all than do that! But I wished him, ye see, tae ken alone, this ship Clyde. The poor Captain and his beyond a' dispute or doot, that I was in doonricht mate felt indeed a sense of awkwardness, especially earnest, and no jokin' or palauverin' when I cam to at table. It is true they were very particular in sweer. Ainst I yoked on him in that langage, i' washing their rough hands, and they even went so faith he believed me, and did his wark! Sae, I con- far as to brush their hair; while Tom Watson, the sider that I am obligated, as it waur, for the sake o'l cook, had never been so careful about his manipu