eries have been committed.

With the same view of fleecing the unwary poor fellows, who

"... at sea earn their money like horses,
To squander it idly like asses on shore,"

they watch their arrival after the voyage, and advance small
sums of money upon their tickets, or perhaps buy them out
and out, getting rid at the same time of watches, jewellery,
and such stuff, at more than treble their real value. Not
only is this the case in London, but at all the out-ports it
is practised to a very great extent, particularly in war
time.

Happy would it be for poor Jack were this all; he is some-
times brought in indebted to the Crimp to a large nominal
amount, by what is called a long-shore attorney, or more
appropriately, a black shark, and thrown into jail!!! There
he lies until his body is wanted, and then the incarcerator
negociates with him for his liberty, to be permitted to
enter on board again.

~116~~eyes if he was not glad of it, and, with a sling of his arm,
deposited an enormous quid he had in his mouth directly in the chaps
of the Israelite, then joined the throng in pursuit; while the Jew,
endeavouring to call Stop thief, took more of the second-hand quid
than agreed with the delicacy of his stomach, and commenced a vomit,
ejaculating with woful lamentations, that he had lost his bag mit all
his propertish.

The old mackarel-woman, seeing her fish covered with brick-dust, set off
in pursuit of the limping donkey-driver, and catching him by the neck,
swore he should pay her for the fish, and brought him back to the scene
of action; but, in the mean time, the Street-keeper had seized
and carried off the basket with all its contents--misfortune upon
misfortune!

"D----n your ass, and you too," said the Fish-woman, "if you doesn't
pay me for my fish, I'll _quod_{1} you--that there's all vat I ar got to
say."

"Here's a bit of b----dy gammon--don't you see as how I am lost both
my ass and his cargo, and if you von't leave

1 Quod--A Jail--to quod a person is to send him to jail.

~117~~me alone, and give me my bags again, I'll sarve you out--there
now, that's all--bl----st me! fair play's a jewel--let go my hair,
and don't kick up no rows about it--see vhat a mob you're a making
here--can't you sell your mackarel ready sauced, and let me go ater
Neddy?"

"Vhat, you thinks you are a _flat-catching_,{1} do