kind of introduction to what I was going to say. I have been buying this pipe-head and ebony tube, and if the thing is not too bad, and my captain will take such a present on his birthday for the sake of poor old Jack,———————

Captain. Is that what you would be at ? Come, let's see.

Bowlin. To be sure it is not sea-foam; but my captain must think, when he looks at it, that the love of old Jack was not mere foam neither.

Captain. Give it here, my honest fellow.

Bowlin. You will take it?

Captain. To be sure I will.

Bowlin. And will you smoke it?

Captain. That I will (feeling in his pocket).

Bowlin. And will not think of giving me any thing in return?

Captain. (Withdrawing his hand from his pocket.) No, no.-You are right.

Bowlin. Hurrah! Now let Mother Grimkin bake her almond cakes out of her daily pilferings, and be hanged!

Captain. Fie, Jack! what's that you say !

Bowlin. The truth. I have just come from the kitchen, where she is making a great palaver about "her cake," and "her cake;" and yet this morning she must be put in mind that it was her master's birth-day. Hang me, I have thought of nothing else this month.

Captain. And because you

must blame the poor woman.

have a better memory, you Shame on you

Bowlin. Please your honor, she is an old,

Captain. Avast there.

!

Bowlin. Yesterday she made your wine cordial of sour

beer; so to-day she makes you an almond cake of,———

Captain. Hold your tongue, sir!

Bowlin. A'nt you obliged to beg the necessaries of life,' as if she were a pope or admiral? And last year, when you were bled, though she had laid up chest upon chest full of linen, and all yours, if the truth was known, yet no bandage was found till I tore the spare canvas from my Sunday shirt to rig your honor's arm.

Captain. You are a scandalous fellow! (Throws the pipe back to him.) Away with you and the pipe to the devil! Bowlin. (Looking attentively at his master and the pipe.) I am a scandalous fellow?

Captain. Yes!

Bowlin. Your honor will not have the pipe?,

Captain. No; I will take nothing from Lim who would raise his own character at the expense of another old servant. (Jack takes up the pipe, and throws it out of the window.)

Captain. What are you doing? ·

Bowlin. Throwing the pipe out of the window.
Captain. Are you mad?

Bowlin. Why, what should I do with it? You will not have it; and it is impossible for me to use it; for as often as I should puff away the smoke, I should think, “Old Jack Bowlin, what a pitiful scamp you must be! A man whom .you have served honestly and truly these thirty years, and who must know you from stem to stern, says 'you are a scandalous fellow!' and the thought would make me weep like a child. But when the pipe is gone, I shall try to forget the whole business, and say to myself, My poor old captain is sick, and did not mean what he said.""""

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Captain. Jack, come here. (Takes his hand.) I did not mean what I said.

Bowlin (shakes his hand heartily.) I knew it, I knew it! I have you and your honor at heart; and when I see such an

old hypocritical bellwether cheating you out of your hardearned wages, it makes my blood boil,

Captain. Are you at it again? Shame on you! You have opened your heart to-day, and given me a peep into its lowest hold.

Bowlin. So much the better! for you will there see that my ballast is love and truth to my master. But, hark ye, master, it is certainly worth your while to inquire into the business.

Captain. And, hark ye, fellow, if I find you have told me ■ lie, I'll have no mercy on you. I'll turn you out of doors, to starve in the street.

Bowlin. No, captain, you won't do that.

Captain. But I tell you I will, though. I will do it. And if you say another word, I'll do it now.

Bowlin. Well, then, away goes old Jack to the hospital.

Captain. What's that you say? Hospital? Hospital, you rascal! what will you do there?

Bowlin. Die.

Captain. And so you will go and die in a hospital, will you? Why,-why, you lubber, do you think I can't take you after I have turned you out of doors, hey?

care of

Bowlin. Yes, I dare say, you would be willing to pay my board, and take care that I did not want in my old days; but I would sooner beg than pick up money so thrown at me.

Captain. Rather beg! There's a proud rascal! Bowlin. He that don't love me must not give me money. Captain. Do you hear that? Is not this enough to give a sound man the gout? You sulky fellow, do you recollect, twenty years ago, when we fell into the clutches of the Algerines? The pirates stripped me of my last jacket; but, you lubber, who was it hid two pieces of gold in his hair? and. who was it that, half a year afterward, when we were ransomed,

and turned naked on the world, shared his money and clothes with me? hey, fellow ?—and now you would die in a hospital!

Bowlin. Nay, but, captain,

Captain. And, when my ship's crew mutinied, at the risk of his life, he disclosed the plot. Have you forgotten that, you lubber?

Bowlin. Well, and didn't you build my old mother a house for it?

Captain. And, when we had boarded the French privateer, and the captain's saber hung over my head, didn't you strike off the arm that was going to split my skull? Have you forgot that, too? Have I built you a house for that? Will you die in a hospital now, you ungrateful dog! hey?

Bowlin. My good old master!

Captain. You would have it set on my tombstone, "Here lies an unthankful hound, who let his preserver and messmate die in a hospital," would you? Tell me, this minute, you will live and die with me, you lubber! Come here, and give me your hand!

Bowlin (going towards him). My noble, noble master. Captain Avast,—stand off!—take care of my lame leg! yet I had rather you should hurt that than my heart, my old boy! (Shakes his hand heartily.) Now go and bring me the pipe. Stop,-let me lean on you, and I will go down and get it myself, and use it on my birth-day. You would die in a hospital, would you, you unfeeling lubber!

MONEY MAKES THE MARE GO.

DERBY AND SCRAPEWELL.

Derby. Good-morning, neighbor Scrapewell. I have half a dozen miles to ride to-day, and should be extremely obliged you will lend me your gray mare.

to you

if

Scrapewell. I should be happy, friend Derby, to oblige you; but I'm under the necessity of going immediately to the mill with three bags of corn. My wife wants the meal this very morning.

Der.

Then she must want it still; for I can assure you the mill does not go to-day. I heard the miller tell Will Davis that the water was too low.

Scrape. You don't say so? That is bad indeed; for, in that case I shall be obliged to gallop off to town for the meal. My wife would comb my head for me, if I should neglect it.

Der. I can save you this journey; for I have plenty of meal at home, and will lend your wife as much as she wants.

Scrape. Ah! neighbor Derby, I am sure your meal will never suit my wife. You can't conceive how whimsical she is.

Der. If she were ten times more whimsical than she is, I am certain she would like it; for you sold it to me yourself, and you assured me that it was the best you ever had.

Scrape. Yes, yes, that is true, indeed; I always have the best of every thing. You know, neighbor Derby, that no one is more ready to oblige a friend than I am; but I must tell you, the mare this morning refused to eat hay; and truly I am afraid she will not carry you.

Der. O, never fear, I will feed her well with oats on the road.

Scrape. Oats! neighbor? oats are very dear.

Der. Never mind that. When I have a good job in view, I never stand for trifles.

Scrape. But it is very slippery; and I am really afraid she will fall and break your neck.

Der. Give yourself no uneasiness about that. The mare is certainly sure-footed; and, beside, you were just now talking of galloping her to town.

Scrape. Well, then, to tell you the plain truth, though I