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my eye. Jacob,” continued Tom to me apart, “ do look how the old gentleman is funking Mary, and casting sheep's eyes at her through the smoke.”

He appears as if he were inclined to board her in the smoke,” replied I.

“Yes, and she to make no fight of it, but surrender immediately,” said Tom.

“Don't you believe it, Tom; I know her better; she wants to laugh at him ; nothing more; she winked her eye at me just now, but I would not laugh, as I do not choose that the old gentleman should be trifled with. I will tax her severely to-morrow.”

During all this time old Tom and Stapleton smoked in silence; the Domine made use of his eyes in dumb parlance to Mary, who answered him with her own bright glances, and Tom and I began to find it rather dull; when at last old Tom's pipe was exhausted, and he laid it down.

There, I'll smoke no more-the worst of a pipe is, that one can't smoke and talk at the same time. Mary, my girl, take your eyes off the Domine's nose, and hand me that bottle of stuff. What, glass to mix it in! that's more genteel than we are on board, Tom.” Tom filled a rummer of


took half off at a huge sip, and put it down on the table. “Will you

do as we do sir ?” said he, addressing the Domine.

Nay, friend Dux, nay-prythee persuade me not-avaunt !” and the Domine, with an appearance of horror, turned away from the bottle handed towards him by old Tom.

“Not drink any thing ?” said Mary to the Domine, looking at him with surprise ; “ but indeed you must, or I shall think you despise us, and do not think us fit to be in your com



Nay, maiden, intreat me not. Ask any thing of me but this,” replied the Domine.

“ Ask any thing but this—that's just the way people have of refusing,” replied Mary; “ were I to ask any thing else, it would be the same answer—ask any thing but this.' Now if you

will not drink to please me, I shall quarrel with you. You shall drink a glass, and I'll mix it for you." The Domine shook his head. Mary made a glass of grog, and then put it to her lips. “Now if you refuse to drink it, after I have tasted it, I'll never speak to you again.” So saying, she handed the glass to the Do


“Verily, maiden, I must needs refuse, for I did make a mental vow.”

" What yow was that ? was it sworn on the

Bible ?"

“ Nay, not on the sacred book, but in my thoughts, most solemnly."

“O! I make those vows every day, and never keep one of them; so that won't do. Now, observe, I give you one more chance. I shall drink a little more, and if you do not immediately put your lips to the same part of the tumbler, I'll never drink to you again.” Mary put the tumbler again to her lips, drank a little, with her eyes fixed upon the Domine, who

watched her with distended nostrils and muscu

lar agitation of countenance. With her sweetest smile, she handed him the tumbler; the Domine half held out his hand, withdrew it, put it down again, and by degrees took the tumbler. Mary conquered, and I watched the malice of her look as the liquor trickled down the Domine's throat. Tom and I exchanged glances. The Domine put down the tumbler, and then, looking round as a guilty person, coloured up to the eyes; but Mary, who perceived that her victory was but half achieved, put her hand upon

his shoulder, and asked him to let her taste the grog again. I also, to make him feel more at ease, helped myself to a glass. Tom did the same, and old Tom, with more regard to the feelings of the Domine than in his own blunt

ness of character I would have given him credit for, said in a quiet tone, “ The old gentleman is afraid of grog, because he seed me take a drop too much, but that's no reason why grog ar'n't a good thing, and wholesome, in moderation. A glass or two is very well, and better still when sweetened by the lips of a pretty girl ; and even if the Domine does not like it, he's too much of a gentleman not to give up his dislikes to please a lady. More's the merit; for if he did like it, it would be no sacrifice, that's sartain. Don't you think so, my old boozer ?” continued he, addressing Stapleton, who smoked

in silence.

“ Human natur,” replied Stapleton, taking the pipe out of his mouth, and spitting under

the table.

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