without our hero adding something to her museum of
live and dead objects. Indeed, Emma was now grown up, and was paid such
attention to by the officers who frequented her uncle's house (not only
on account of her beauty, but on account of the expectation that her
uncle, who was without children, would give her a handsome fortune),
that some emotions of jealousy, of which he was hardly conscious, would
occasionally give severe pain to our hero. Perhaps as his fortunes
rose, so did his hopes; certain it is, that sometimes he was very grave.

Emma was too clear-sighted not to perceive the cause, and hastened, by
her little attentions, to remove the feeling: not that she had any
definite ideas upon the subject any more than Joey; but she could not
bear to see him look unhappy.

Such was the state of things, when one day Mr Small said to Joey, as he
was busy copying an order into the books, "O'Donahue, I have been laying
out some of your money for you."

"Indeed, sir! I'm very much obliged to you."

"Yes; there was a large stock of claret sold at auction to-day: it was
good, and went cheap. I have purchased to the amount of 600 pounds on
your account. You may bottle and bin it here, and sell it as you can.
If you don't like the bargain, I'll take it off your hands."

"I am very grateful to you, sir," replied Joey, who knew the kindness of
the act, which in two months more than doubled his capital; and, as he
was permitted to continue the business on his own account, he was very
soon in a position amounting to independence, the French wine business
being ever afterwards considered as exclusively belonging to our hero.

One morning, as Joey happened to be in the counting-house by himself--
which was rather an unusual occurrence,--a midshipman came in. Joey
remembered him very well, as he had been often there before. "Good
morning, Mr O'Donahue," said the midshipman; "is Mr Small within?"

"No, he is not; can I do anything for you?"

"Yes, if you can tell me how I am to persuade Mr Small to advance me a
little money upon my pay, you can do something for me."

"I never heard of such an application before," replied Joey, smiling.

"No, that I venture you did not, and it requires all the impudence of a
midshipman to make such a one; but the fact is, Mr O'Donahue, I am a
mate with 40 pounds a year, and upon that I have continued to assist my
poor old mother up to the present. She now requires 10 pounds in
consequ