n; but love is like strong grog, it
operates differently upon different constitutions and dispositions."

"Well, I s'pose that's pretty nigh the case. A good, stiff glass of
grog, in a cold, rainy night, makes me feel as bright as a new dollar
for a while, but then it soon passes off."

"I am afraid poor Morton's love is too deep-seated to be worked off by
salt water or absence. But here comes the boat--hail her, Mr. Coffin."

"Boat ahoy!"

"O-ri-on."

"Are you alone, Mr. Morton?" said the captain in a low voice, as that
gentleman came over the side.

"Yes, sir, but not without hopes another time."

The two officers then descended to the cabin, and Morton explained the
cause of his failure, and expressed his determination to make another
attempt as soon as possible after his arrival in New England. Captain
Hazard insisted upon his turning in immediately, to recover from the
fatigue and anxiety he had undergone during the day, and to his
remonstrances laughingly observed that he was not in a proper state of
mind to be trusted with the charge of a night-watch, and that Robinson,
the oldest boat-steerer, should take his place. Coffin earnestly
recommended a glass of hot punch, as "composing to the nerves;" but the
patient declined, though he permitted Captain Hazard to qualify a
tumbler of warm wine and water with thirty drops of laudanum.

The topsails were now hoisted aloft, the topgallant-sails set, and the
anchor weighed; and, with a fresh breeze off the land, the first officer
sound asleep and dreaming of "the girl he left behind him," a press of
sail, and the starboard watch under the charge of Mr. Coffin, spinning
tough yarns on the forecastle and calculating the probable amount of
their voyage, the stout Orion left the Bay of St. Blas at the rate of
eleven geographical miles per hour.

[Footnote 3: Pulparia, a small shop, generally pronounced
_pulparee_.--_Diabolus Typographicus._]

CHAPTER VIII.

_Alexander._--They say he is a very man _per se_, And stands alone.

_Cressida._--So do all men, unless they are drunk, sick, or have no
legs.
TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.

Charles Morton, whom we have somewhat abruptly introduced to our
readers, and exhibited for two or three chapters, without much
explanation, was the only surviving child of a wealthy merchant in one
of the sea-ports in the southern part of Massachusetts. He had received
a liberal e