y opposite; as for instance, he attacks pulmonary consumption
with insanity, gout with the "seven-years-itch," small-pox with its
partial namesake, pleurisy with inflammatory rheumatism, &c., and so
_vice versa_ in all cases; no doubt the theory is a good one, and so
was that which proposed to keep a horse upon nothing.

In the course of an hour Julia declared herself sufficiently restored to
accompany George to his own ship, whither she was accordingly removed,
and a cabin fitted up for her accommodation.

In the process of burying the murdered crew of the Avon, four of her men
were found alive, severely but not dangerously wounded; and a fifth, who
had lowered himself over the bows, and clung to the bob-stays. Six of
the pirates were also found dead on her decks, their brains dashed out
by the handspikes with which the seamen had defended themselves till
shot down in detail.

By the time all necessary arrangements and changes had been made, it was
dark; and the Avon, with the second officer and six men from the
Hyperion, jogged along in the wake of that ship, which carried a lantern
at her gaff-end for her direction. Miss Dorothy, being comfortably
established in the Hyperion's cabin, complained of "feeling bad
somehow." Her mistress had _turned in_ long before, and was sound asleep
under the influence of a composing medicine, prescribed by her physician
and lover. Perhaps Miss Hastings thought the same medicine might do
_her_ good; perhaps she meant the complaint as a hint to Mr. Brail, the
mate, to have pity upon her. The seaman took the hint, real or
imaginary, and declared he could compound a draught as composing as any
prescribed in the "book of directions," and accordingly mixed a tumbler
of hot grog, well sweetened with loaf-sugar; but he forgot he was not
mixing for himself, and put in the same quantity of pure Antigua as
though the "charge" was intended for his own throat and brain of proof.
Miss Dolly drank the potent mixture, which effectually dispelled the
remains of her hysterical squall; and in a few minutes after retiring to
her berth, she was fast in the arms of Morpheus, if Morpheus ever goes
to sea.

Our story must now gallop a little. Mr. Effingham was delighted with
George's gallant conduct, though he was too late to save poor Burton and
his men; the cargoes of both vessels were sold, and the old gentleman,
with his daughter, returned to England with Allerton. Shortly after
their arrival, the h