and vacant curiosity of a sailor on shore. These qualities, perhaps, as much as any others, contribute to the high popularity of our seamen, and the general good inclination which our society expresses towards them. Their gallantry, courage, and hardihood are qualities which excite reverence, and perhaps rather humble pacific landsmen in their presence; and neither respect, nor a sense of humiliation, are feelings easily combined with a familiar fondness towards those who inspire: them. But the boyish frolics, the exulting high spirits, the unreflecting mirth of a sailor when enjoying himself on shore, temper the more formidable points of his character. There was nothing like these in this man's face; on the contrary, a surly and even savage scowl appeared to darken features which would have been harsh and unpleasant under any expression, or modification. "Where are you, Mother Deyvilson?" said he, with somewhat of a foreign accent, though speaking perfectly good English. "Donner and blitzen! we have been staying this half hour-Come, bless the good ship and the voyage, and be cursed to ye, for a hag of Satan!" At this moment he noticed Mannering, who, from the position which he had taken to watch Meg Merrilies's incantations, had the appearance of some one who was concealing himself, being half hidden by the buttress behind which he stood. The captain, for such he stiled himself, made a sudden and startled pause, and thrust his right hand into his bosom between his jacket and waistcoat, as if to draw some weapon. "What cheer, brother? you seem on the outlook-eh ?”. Ere Mannering, somewhat struck by the man's gesture and insolent tone of voice, had made any answer, the gypsey emerged from her vault and joined the stranger. He questioned her in an under tone, looking at Mannering-" A shark alongside; eh ?" She answered in the same tone of under dialogue, using the canting language of her tribe-" Cut ben whids, and stow them→→ a gentry cove of the ken." The fellow's cloudy visage cleared up. "The top of the morning to you, sir; I find you are a visitor of my friend Mr Bertram-I beg pardon, but I took you for another sort of a person.' Mannering replied, “And you, sir, I presume, are the master of that vessel in the bay "Aye, aye, sir; I am Captain Dirk Hatteraick, of the Yungfrauw Hagenslaapen, well known on this coast; I am not ashamed of my name, nor of my vessel,nor of my cargo neither for that matter." "I dare say you have no reason, sir." દ Tousend donner-no; I'm all in the way of fair trade-Just loaded yonder at Douglas, in the Isle of Man-neat coniac-real hyson and souchong-Mechlin lace, if you want any-We bumped ashore a hundred kegs last night." Really, sir, I am only a traveller, and have no sort of occasion for any thing of the kind at present." "Why, then, good morning to you, for business must be minded-unless ye'll go aboard and take schnaps you shall have a pouch full of tea ashore-Dirk Hatteraick knows how to be civil." There was a mixture of impudence, hardihood, and suspicious fear about this man, which was inexpressibly disgusting. His manners were those of a ruffian, conscious of the suspicion attending his cha racter, yet aiming to bear it down by the affectation of a careless and hardy fami liarity. Mannering briefly rejected his proffered civilities; and, after a surly good morning, he retired with the gypsey to that part of the ruins from which he had first made his appearance. A very narrow staircase here descended to the beach, intended probably for the convenience of the garrison during a siege. By this stair, the couple, equally amiable in appearance, and respectable by profession, descended to the |