d of course keeping their limbs "stowed away" under the seat; and one,
an old and much-respected river pilot, was carried away insensible from
table, on hearing that grog was not a recognized table beverage
throughout the British dominions.

The banishment of lobscouse and sea-pie, pork, with its concomitant
cataplasm of peas, and other similar delicacies from the bill of fare,
completed the defection; and at last none remained of the "once goodlie
company," save an old attenuated Guernsey skipper too much in debt to
leave, but who attributed his fealty to the preference he entertained
for "les usages de la bonne societe et la charmante Mde. Davis." T. J.
could never hold up his head again; he moped about the docks and quays,
like the restless spirit of some Ancient Mariner. Every one pitied
him; and he grew so accustomed to condolence--so dependent, in fact,
on commiseration--that he spent his days in rowing from one ship to the
other in the harbor, drinking grog with the skippers, till, by dint of
pure sympathy, he slipped quietly into his grave, after something like a
two years' attack of delirium tremens.

The same week that saw T. J. descend to the tomb saw his widow ascend
to the "Upper Town,"--the more congenial locality for aspirations like
hers. If no eulogistic inscription marked _his_ resting-place, a very
showy brass plate adorned _hers_. From that hour she was emancipated;
it seemed, indeed, as if she had turned a corner in life, and at once
emerged from gloom and darkness into sunshine. It chanced that the
barracks were at that very moment undergoing repair, and several
officers were glad to find, at a convenient distance, the comforts and
accommodations which a plausible advertisement in the "Quebec Messenger"
assured them were to be obtained for one pound one shilling weekly.

There are people who tell you that we live in a heartless, selfish,
grabbing, grasping age, where each preys upon his neighbor, and where
gain is the spirit of every contract; and yet, in what period of the
world was maternal tenderness, the comforts of a home, the watchful
anxieties of parental love, to be had so cheaply? Who ever heard of
bachelors being admitted into families, where music and the arts formed
the evening's recreation, in the Middle Ages? Does Herodotus inform
us that "young and attractive ladies would take charge of a widower's
household, and superintend the care of his family"? Not a bit of it! On
this point,