or, Mother Midnight's Miscellany for the Small Hours ;" and turning over the leaves, he was disgusted with profligate tales, and more profligate songs, ornamented with. figures corresponding in infamy with the letter-press.

Good God! he thought, and did this hoary reprobate summon his family together, and, with such a disgraceful pledge of infamy in his bosom, venture to approach the throne of his Creator? It must be so; the book is bound after the manner of those dedicated to devotional subjects, and doubtless, the wretch, in his intoxication, confounded the books he carried with him, as he did the days of the week. Seized with the disgust with which the young and generous usually regard the vices of advanced life, Alan, having turned the leaves of the book over in hasty disdain, flung it from him, as far as he could, into the sea. He then had recourse to the Sallust, which he had at first sought for in vain. As he opened the book, Nanty Ewart, who had been looking over his shoulder, made his own opinion heard.

"I think now, brother, if you are so much scandalized at a little piece of sculduddery, which, after all, does nobody any harm, you had better have given it to me than have flung it into the Solway."

"I hope, sir," answered Fairford, civilly, in the habit of reading better books?"

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"Faith," answered Nanty," with help of a little Geneva text, I could read my Sallust as well as you can ;" and snatching the book from Alan's hand, he began to read in the Scottish accent:-- 66 6 Igitur ex divitiis juventutem luxuria atque avaritia cum superbiâ invasêre: rapere, consumere; sua parvi pendere, aliena cupere ; pudorem, amicitiam, pudicitiam, divina atque huimana promiscua, nihil pensi neque moderati habere'*-There is a slap in the face now, for an honest fellow that has

*The translation of the passage is thus given by Sir Henry Steuart of Allanton.-"The youth, taught to look up to riches as the sovereign good, became apt pupils in the school of Luxury. Rapacity and profusion went hand in hand. Careless of their own fortunes, and eager to possess those of others, shame and remorse, modesty and moderation, every principle gave way."-Works of Sallust, with Original Essays, Vol. II. p. 17.

been bucaniering! Never could keep a groat of what he got, or hold his fingers from what belonged to another; said you ? Fie, fie, friend Crispus, thy morals are as crabbed and austere as thy style-the one has as little mercy as the other has grace. By my soul, it is unhandsome to make personal reflections on an old acquaintance, who seeks a little civil intercourse with you after nigh twenty years separation. On my soul, Master Sallust deserves to float on the Solway better than Mother Midnight herself."

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Perhaps, in some respects, he may merit better usage at our hands," said Alan ; "for if he has described vice plainly, it seems to have been for the purpose of rendering it generally abhorred."

"Well," said the seaman, "I have heard of the Sortes Virgilianæ, and I dare say the Sortes Sallustianæ are as true every tittle. I have consulted honest Crispus on my own account, and have had a cuff for my pains. But now, see I open the book on your behalf, and behold what occurs first to my eye!-Lo you there- Catilina ... omnium flagitiosorum atque facinorosorum circum se habebat.' And then again- Etiam si quis à culpâ vacuus in amicitiam ejus inciderat, quotidiano usu par similisque cæteris efficiebatur.'* That is what I call plain speaking on the part of the old Roman, Mr. Fairford. By the way, that is a capital name for a lawyer.”

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"Lawyer as I am," said Fairford, "I do not understand your innuendo."

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Nay, then," said Ewart, "I can try it another way, as well as the hypocritical old rascal Turnpenny himself could do. I would have you to know that I am well acquainted with my Bible-book, as well as with my friend Sallust." He then, in a snuffling and canting tone, began to repeat the scripture text-"David therefore departed thence, and went to the cave Adullam. And every

*After enumerating the evil qualities of Catiline's associates, the author adds," If it happened that any as yet uncontaminated by vice were fatally drawn into his friendship, the effects of intercourse and snares artfully spread, subdued every scruple, and carly assimilated them to their conduc. tors."-Ibidem, p. 19.

one that was in distress, and every one that was in debt, and every one that was discontented, gathered themselves together unto him; and he became a captain over them.' -What think you of that?" he said, suddenly changing his manner. "Have I touched you now, sir ?"

"You are as far off as ever," replied Fairford.

"What the devil! and you a repeating frigate between Summertrees and the Laird! Tell that to the marinesthe sailors won't believe it. But you are right to be cautious, since you can't say who are right, who not.-But you look ill; it's but the cold morning air-Will you have a can of flip, or a jorum of hot rumbo?—or will you splice the main-brace-(showing a spirit-flask)-Will you have a quid-or a pipe-or a segar?-a pinch of snuff, at least, to clear your brains and sharpen your apprehension ?"

Fairford rejected all these friendly propositions.

"Why, then," continued Ewart, "if you will do nothing for the free trade, I must patronize it myself." So saying, he took a large glass of brandy.

"A hair of the dog that bit me," he continued,-" of the dog that will worry me one day soon and yet, and be d-d to me for an idiot, I must always have him at my throat. But, says the old catch"-Here he sung, and sung well

"Let's drink-let's drink-while life we have ;

We'll find but cold drinking, cold drinking in the grave.'

"All this," he continued, "is no charm against the headach. I wish I had anything that could do you good. -Faith, and we have tea and coffee aboard! I'll open a chest or a bag, and let you have some in an instant. You are at the age to like such cat-lap better than better stuff." Fairford thanked him, and accepted his offer of tea. Nanty Ewart was soon heard calling about, " Break open yon chest-take out your capfull, you bastard of a powder-monkey; we may want it again.-No sugar ?— all used up for grog, say you ?-knock another loaf to pieces, can't ye?-and get the kettle boiling, ye hell's baby, in no time at all!"

By dint of these energetic proceedings he was in a short time able to return to the place where his passenger lay sick and exhausted, with a cup, or rather a can-full of tea; for every thing was on a large scale on board of the Jumping Jenny. Alan drank it eagerly, and with so much appearance of being refreshed, that Nanty Ewart swore he would have some too, and only laced it, as his phrase went, with a single glass of brandy.10

CHAPTER VII.

NARRATIVE OF ALAN FAIRFORD CONTINUED.

WE left Alan Fairford on the deck of the little smuggling brig, in that disconsolate situation, when sickness and nausea attack a heated and fevered frame, and an anxious mind. His share of sea-sickness, however, was not so great as to engross his sensations entirely, or altogether to divert his attention from what was passing around. If he could not delight in the swiftness and agility with which the "little frigate" walked the waves, or amuse himself by noticing the beauty of the sea-views around him, where the distant Skiddaw raised his brow, as if in defiance of the clouded eminence of Criffel, which lorded it over the Scottish side of the estuary, he had spirits and composure enough to pay particular attention to the master of the vessel, on whose character his own safety in all probability was dependent.

Nanty Ewart had now given the helm to one of his people, a bald-pated, grizzled old fellow, whose whole life had been spent in evading the revenue laws, with now and then the relaxation of a few months imprisonment, for deforcing officers, resisting seizures, and the like offences. 8* VOL. II.

Nanty himself sat down by Fairford, helped him to his tea, with such other refreshments as he could think of, and seemed in his way sincerely desirous to make his situation as comfortable as things admitted. Fairford had thus an opportunity to study his countenance and manners more closely.

It was plain, Ewart, though a good seaman, had not been bred upon that element. He was a reasonably good scholar, and seemed fond of showing it, by recurring to the subject of Sallust and Juvenal; while, on the other hand, sea-phrases seldom chequered his conversation. He had been in person what is called a smart little man; but the tropical sun had burnt his originally fair complexion to a dusty red; and the bile which was diffused through his system, had stained it with a yellowish black-what ought to have been the white part of his eyes, in particular, had a hue as deep as the topaz. He was very thin, or rather emaciated, and his countenance, though still indicating alertness and activity, showed a constitution exhausted with excessive use of his favourite stimulus.

"I see you look at me hard," said he to Fairford. "Had you been an officer of the d-d customs, my terriers' backs would have been up." He opened his breast, and showed Alan a pair of pistols disposed between his waistcoat and jacket, placing his finger at the same time upon the cock of one of them. "But come, you are an honest fellow, though you're a close one. I dare say you think me a queer customer; but I can tell you, they that see the ship leave harbour, know little of the seas she is to sail through. My father, honest old gentleman, never would have thought to see me master of the Jumping Jenny."

Fairford said, it seemed very clear indeed that Mr. Ewart's education was far superior to the line he at present occupied.

"O, Ĉriffel to Solway Moss!" said the other. "Why, man, I should have been an expounder of the word, with a wig like a snow-wreath, and a stipend like-like-like a hundred pounds a-year, I suppose. I can spend thrice as