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Mr. Turnbull “ sets his house in order”---Mrs. T.

thinks such conduct very disorderly--- The captain
at his old tricks with his harpoon; he pays

his lady's
debts of honour, and gives the applicant a quittance
under his own foot-Monsieur and Madame Tag-
liabue withdrawn from the society of ces barbares
les Anglais


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The art of hard lying made easy, though I am made

very uneasy by hard lying—I send my ruler as a missive, to let the parties concerned know, that I'm a rebel to tyrannical rule.--I am arraigned, tried, and condemned without a hearing---What I lose in speech is made up in feeling, the whole wound up with magnanimous resolves and a little sobbing.

It was the captain of the American schooner, from out of which we were then taking the

casks of flour.

“ We've no sarvice. in our country, I've a notion, my old bob-tail roarer,"

said he. “When do you come along-side of my schooner,




for t’other lading, with this raft of yours? Not to-night, I guess."

Well, you've guessed right this time,” replied old Tom, "we shall lie on the mud till to-morrow morning, with your permission.”

“ Yes, for all the world like a Louisiana alligator. You take things coolly, I've a notion, in the old country. I don't want to be hanging head and starn in this little bit of a river of

yourn. I must be back to New York afore

fever time."

“ She be a pretty craft, that little thing of yours," observed old Tom; “ how long may

she take to make the run?”

“ How long ? I expect in just no time; and she'd go as fast again, only she won't wait for the breeze to come up

with her." “ Why don't you heave-to for it?” said

young Tom.

" Lose too much time, I guess. I've been

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