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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liabue withdrawn from the society of ces barbares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




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 ," 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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