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" What he! not he, bless the heart of him; no more nor I bees; not but he's hard enough, sometimes, and hates a lubber as he hates poison; but goes our halves in hard work."
“ See that, now, Sir: 'och, he has a fine look with him, and mighty portly; and has a great name upon him, if a body knew it, I'll engage.
“ Can't tell ye that though,” replied the sailor, because why, I don't know it myself. They called ’n the Don at the King's Arms in Plymouth-the Spanish Don, though he speaks as good English as the best. And then, when one asks a question of Grim Groudy, who knows all about him, he only answers one in his d-d lingo."
“ And that tall slinder young man, dear, with his head in the clouds, as if he'd snuff the moon, fairly, he's his comrade, I'll engage??
“What, yon fair weather, fresh water bird there? Mounseer's master-Oh,
I knows nothing of he, nor Commodore, nor mate either, for the matter o'that; he's a bird of passage, lad, a God send, d'y see. Why, just as we had given Edystone. lighthouse the go-bye, out comes old Jack Andrews's wherry, the Shark, rowing at the rate of ten knots an hour; and when it came alongside the Librador, yon spark, there, stands bolt upright, and begs- a passagefor his self and our mounseer, here to Ireland, parlavering about no packets plying from Plymouth to Dublin, and being in haste to get there.. So the Commodore has him hauled up, and : gives him the state cabin; a cabin. fit for an English admiral;, and so they've gone on, well enough, yard arm and yard arm, jawing together fore and aft, first in one lingo; and then in another; and what with mounseer there, that has not a word of English to throw to a dog, and the Spanish mate, who has bare suffi-cient to work the ship, why the vessel's
like to the town of Babylon. But what's most oddest, is, that for all mounseer and Grim Groudy's gibberishing it so with their own masters, shiver me if they understand one another a bit. Ha! ha! ha!”
“Why then,” returned the trishman, “it is mighty odd, and very remarkable; for if foreigners wont understand one another, who do they expect will, I wonder.— And so-yez are all going to put up in Dublin? Why then yez are in great luck.”
“ Luck! no such luck either; but needs must when the old one drives. Why, Sir, we have been pelted about this little basin-of dirty water these five days, and last night were fairly driven up
the Channel, blown to shivers, tattered to rags, and must now put into dock here, till all's made right and tight; and then we're under orders to weigh anchor with old Grim Groudy, and sail for Dungarvon."
“Troth, then, if yez will take a fool's advice, yez will stay where ye are; for yez may go farther and fare worse than stopping in Dublin; only may be, your business does'nt lie here, Sir."
“Why, for business, I dont believe we have much business here; only just a voyage of pleasure. Why that's all the go, now. The agreeablest trip I ever made was with a young Irish lord to the Mediterranean, just for sport like; round the world for sport."
Why, then, its pretty sport that gives a man the say-sickness. But its ill winds blows nobody good; and only for it, sorrow bit of Ringsend yez had seen this day, and here it is."
The two gentlemen in advance had at this moment halted at the entrance of one of the most wretched suburbs that ever deformed or disgraced the metropolis of any country; and the Commodore, whose quick and often back
glancing eye had long since discerned the reinforcement obtained to the party, by the addition of the lounger at the pier, now called, and desired him to lead the way." I will, plaze your honor," he replied, trotting briskly on, while the wearied Frenchman “ toiled after him in vain;” and even the sailor made an exertion to keep pace with him. “ I'll only just step in, Sir, by your leave, to get my morning, for I hasn't broke my fast yet, Sir.”
« Broke his fast!” reiterated the Commodore, shrugging his shoulders, as he observed his newly constituted guide step in to a little shop, whose gaudy placard of “ licensed to sell spirituous. liquors” was further illustrated by a range of glasses on the counter, filled with whiskey. The guide tossed one off, observing to the dirty lazy-looking woman, who stood wiping a jug with
her apron, “ I'll pay you when I come · back, Mrs. Hurley, dear.”. With this