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Walter.
The same said Sol when she took fire.
four days sail with a fair wind out of Jamaica
Harbor. in the night
There were two brothers on board, interposcd
ms nephew, speaking very fast and loud, and.
there not being room for both of them in The only
boat that wasn't swamped. neither of them would
consent to go, until the elder took the vosnger
by the waist, and flung him in. And then the
younger, rising in the boat. cried ont. Dear
Edward, think of your promised wife ut home.
Tam only a boy. No one waits at home for me
Leap down into my place ! and flung himself
into the sea"
The kindling eye and heightened color of the
boy, who had risen from his seat in the earnest
ness of what he said and felt, seemed to remind
old Sol of something he had forgotten, or
that his encircling mist had hitherto shut out.
Instead of proceeding with any moro anecdotes,
as he had evidently intended but a moment be-
fore, he gave a short dry cough, and said,
Well suppose we change the subject
The truth was, that the supplemented un"le.
in his secret attraction toward the marvellous
and adventurous-of which he was, in some
sort, a distant relation, by his tradc--llad greatly
encouraged the same attraction in the nephew
and that every thing that had ever been put be-
fore the boy to deter him from a life of adven-
turc, had had the usual unaccountable effect of
sharpening his taste for it. This is invariablc.
It would seem as if there never was a book writ
ten. or a story told. expressly with the object
of keeping boys on shore. which did not
lure and charm them to the ocean, as Il matter
of course.
But an addition to the little party now made
its appearance. in the shape of a gentleman in
a wide suit Of blue, with a hook instead of a
hand attached to his right wrist very bushy
black eyebrows and Il thick stick in his left
LnnI ro,nral all ,,ar(;Io III. ,,-,N,.;.L t,,1,.
He wore a loose black handkerchief round his
neck. and such a very large coarse shirt collar.
5 that it looked like a small sail. lie was evidently
r the person for whom the spare wine-glass was
: intended. and evidently knew it; for having
taken off his rough outer coat, and hung up, on
e a particular peg behind the door, such a hard
a glazed hat as Il sympathetic persons head might
ache at the sight of, and which lett a red rim
round his own forehead as if he had been wear
: ing a tight basin, he brought a chair to where
d the clean glass was, and sat himself down be-
hind it. He was usually addressed as Captain,
this visitor and had been a pilot, or a skipper
or a privateersman, or all three perhaps and
was a very salt looking man indeed. His face
remarkable for a brown solidity, frightened as
j., he shook hands with uncle and nephew but
he seemed to be of a laconic disposition, an.
merely said
How goes it ?
An WE'LL said Mr.. ellis, pushing the bottle
lie toward him.
id lie took it up, and having surveyed and smel
it, said, with extraordinary expression:
a 'Iher
10 'Tio,' returned the Instrument Maker.
It Upon that he whistlcd as he filled his glas'
r. and seemed to think they were making holida
to Indeed.
ie 'Wal'r!' he said, arranging his hair (whic'
i was thin,) with his hook, aud then pointing
10 at the Instrument Maker. Look at him Love
lc Honor and Obey Overhaul your catechi-l
o. till you find that passage, and when found tar
the leaf down. Success, my boy''
I'd lie was so perfectly satisfied both with hi
is quotation and his reference to it, that he coul
e. not help repeating the words again in "A 10,
II. voice, and saying he had forgotten 'em tlles
H. forty years.
But | never wanted two or three words il
Id my life that | did Mt know where to lay IN
hand on EN-, ellis he observed. 1t comes @
IN not wasting language as some do
The reflection perhaps reminded him that h
of had better, like young Norval's father, 'incrcas
his store At any rate. he became silent, an
is remained so. until old Sol went ont into tn
We shop to light it up. when he turned to Walter
st and said, without any Introductory remark
at Il suppose he could make a clock if he tried
o. i should not wonder, Captain Cutie return
ur ed the boy.
e- .NHu II WuuIu 20 sdlu captain Iutllt
ch making a species of serpent in the air with hi
I'll hook.
it, Lord, how that clock would go!'
e, For Il moment or two he seemed quite lost i
contemplating the pace of this ideal ~timepiec,
We and sat looking at the boy as if his face wer
r. the dial.
But he 5 chockful of science he observe,
t. waving his hook toward the stock-in-tradc.-
I'D Look We here! Here's Il collection of 'en
Earth, air, or water. It's all one. Only sa
H. where you will have it. Up in a balloon
is There you are. Down in a bel! There 20
it, are. Dye want to put the North Star in a pa
nut of scales and weight it! He'll do it Tor You
1t may be gathered from these remarks tn;
of Captain Cuttle's reverence for the stock of i'm
"a, truinents was profound, and that his philosoph
Is knew little or no distinction between trading
and inventing it..
Did All! he said, with a sigh, it's a fine thin
nd to understand 'em. And yet it's a fine thin
Ias not to understand 'em. ! hardly know which
CHI best. It's so comfortable to sit here and ta
- that you might be weighed, measured, magn
of fled, electrified, palarized, played the very dev
with (: and never know how
ne Nothing short of the wonderful Madeira, con
nd bined with the occasion (Which render it desir
ng bic to improve and expand Walters mind )cou
iE- have ever loosened his tongue to the utterant
of this prodigious Grafton. lie seemed qui
18th amazed himself at the manner IN Whlcn IL opel
rds ed up to view the sources of the taciturn dclig
III he had had in eating Sunday dinners in that pa
lor for ten years. Bacominga sadder and IA wis,
IN, man, he unused and held his peace.
ny. Gomez cried the subject of his admiration
returning. Before you have your glass of gro
e. Ned, we must finish the bottle
ap- Stand by = said Ned, filling his glass. Civ
ng the boy some more
nth NO more, thank ZEE, Uncle!
er, Yes, yes said Sol, "A little more, We
finish the bottle, to the House, Ned-Walter
1t /! house. Why it may be his house one of the'
ch days, in part. Who knows Sir Richal
rst Wilmington married his masters daughter
DIV, Turn again, Wilmington, Lord Mayor
he London. and when you are old you will nev'
lle depart from it, interposed the Captain. Wall
IN, Overhaul, the book my lad
And although Mr.. Dombey has Mt a daugl
we ter Sol began.
a Yes, yes, he has, uncle said the boy, rc'
he dening and laughing.
ear Has he ! cried the old man. Indeed | thin
SEES he has, too
lie. oh! | know he has said the boy. Son
ler of 'em were talking about it in the Office to-da.
lch And they do say, Uncle and Captain Cutie
to lowering his voice, that he 5 taken a dislike
ing her, and that she S left unnoticed, among Il
2 - - Al, Ii, ,ninI'S 81 cAf all tho uhi