"How dare you strike my dog, Mr. Short?" cried Vanslyperken. Short did not condescend to answer, but went to Smallbones and raised his head. The lad revived. He was terribly bitten about the face and neck, and what with the wounds in front, and the lashing from the cat, presented a melancholy spectacle. Short called some of the men to take Smallbones below, in which act they readily assisted; they washed him all over with salt water, and the smarting from his various wounds brought him to his senses. He was then put in his hammock. 66 saluted Snarleyyow with a kick on his side, which | well-proportioned man. But what a falling off threw him down the hatchway, which was about was there-for some reason, some accident, it is three yards off from where the dog was at the supposed, in his infancy, his legs had never grown time. in length since he was three years old: they were stout as well as his body, but not more than eighteen inches from the hip to the heel; and he consequently waddled about a very ridiculous figure, for he was like a man razeed or cut down. Put him on an eminence of a couple of feet and not see his legs, and you would say at a distance, What a fine looking sailor!" But let him get down and walk up to you, and you would find that nature had not finished what she had so well begun, and that you are exactly half mistaken. This malconformation below did not, however, affect his strength, it rather added to it, and there were but few men in the ship who would venture a wrestle with the boatswain, who was very ap propriately distinguished by the cognomen of Jemmy Ducks. Jemmy was a sensible, merry fellow, and a good seaman; you could not affront him by any jokes on his figure, for he would joke with you. He was indeed the fiddle of the ship's company, and he always played the fiddle to them when they danced, on which instrument he was no mean performer, and, moreover, accompanied his voice with his instrument when he sang to them after they were tired of dancing. We shall only observe, that Jemmy was a married man, and he had selected one of the tallest of the other sex: of her beauty the less that is said the better-Jemmy did not look to that, or perhaps at such a height, her face did not appear so plain to him as it did to those who were more on a level with it. The effect of perspective is well known, and even children now have as playthings castles, etc. laid down on card, which, when looked at in a proper direction, appear just as correct as they do preposterous when lying flat before you. Vanslyperken and the corporal looked at each other during the time that Short was giving his directions-neither interfered. The Lieutenant was afraid, and the corporal waited for orders. As soon as the men had carried the lad below, Corporal Van Spitter put his hand up to his foraging cap, and with his cat and seizings under his arm, went down below. As for Vansly perken, his wrath was even greater than before, and with hands thrust even farther down in his pockets than ever, and the speaking-trumpet now battered flat with the blow which he had administered to Smallbones, he walked up and down, muttering every two minutes, "I'll keel-haul the scoundrel, by heavens! I'll teach him to bite my dog." Snarleyyow did not re-appear on deck; he had received such punishment as he did not expect. He licked the wounds where he could get at them, and then remained in the cabin in a sort of perturbed slumber, growling every minute as if he were fighting the battle over again in his sleep. CHAPTER V. Now it happened that from the level that Jemmy looked up from to his wife's face, her inharmonious features were all in harmony, and thus did she appear what is very advantageous in the marriage state-perfection to her husband, without sufficient charms in the eyes of others to induce them to seduce her from her liege lord. Mereover, let it be recollected, that what Jemmy wanted was height, and he had gained, what he required in his wife, if not in his own person; his wife was passionately fond of him and very jealous, which was not to be wondered at, for, as she said, “there never was such a husband before or since." A consultation in which there is much mutiny. This consultation was held upon the forecastle of his Majesty's cutter Yungfrau, on the evening after the punishment of Smallbones. The major part of the crew attended; all but the Corporal Van Spitter, who, on these points, was known to split with the crew, and his six marines, who formed the corporal's tail, at which they were always to be found. The principal personage was not the most eloquent speaker, for it was Dick Short, who was supported by Obadiah Coble, Yack Jansen, and another personage, whom we must introduce, the boatswain or boatswain's We must now return to the conference, obsermate of the cutter, for although he received the ving that all these parties were sitting down on title of the former, he only received the pay of the the deck, and that Jemmy Ducks had his fiddle in latter. This person's real name was James Salis- his hand, holding it with the body downwards like bury, but for reasons which will be explained he a bass viol, for he always played it in that way, was invariably addressed or spoken of as Jemmy and that he occasionally fingered the strings, Ducks. He was indeed a very singular variety pinching them like you do a guitar, so as to send of human discrepancy as to form: he was hand-the sound of it aft, that Mr. Vanslyperken might some in face, with a manly countenance, fierce suppose that they were all met for mirth. Two whiskers and long pigtail, which on him appeared or three had their eyes directed aft, that the apmore than usually long, as it descended to within pearance of Corporal Van Spitter or the marines a foot of the deck. His shoulders were square, might be immediately perceived, for although the chest expanded, and, as far as half way down, corporal was not a figure to slide into a conference that is, to where the legs are inserted into the hu- unperceived, it was well known that he was an man frame, he was a fine, well-made, handsome, leaves-dropper. "One thing's sartain," observed Coble, "that leading men, although when their sympathies a dog's not an officer." "No," replied Dick Short. were roused by the sufferings of poor Smallbones, they were anxious to revenge him, had their own "He's not on the ship's books, so I can't see misgivings, and, on consideration, did not like to how it can be mutiny." "No," rejoined Short. have any thing to do with the business. But each of them kept their reflections to themselves, "Mein Got-he is not a tog, he is de tyfel," for, if they could not combat, they were too proud observed Jansen. to acknowledge them. "Who knows how he came into the cutter !" "There's a queer story about that," said one of the men. The reader will observe that all their plans were immediately put an end to until this important question, and not a little difficult one, was de Tum tum, tumpty tum-said the fiddle of Jem-cided-Was the dog a dog? my Ducks, as if it took part in the conference. "That poor boy will be killed if things go on this way: the skipper will never be content till he has driven his soul out of his body-poor creature only look at him as he lies in his hammock." Now, although the story had often been told, yet, as the crew of the cutter had been paid off since the animal had been brought on board, there was no man in the ship who could possibly detail, from his own knowledge, the facts connected with his first appearance, to tradition they were "I never seed a Christian such an object," said obliged to repair. one of the sailors. "Now, Bill Spurey," said Coble, "you know more about this matter than any one, so just spin us the yarn, and then we shall be able to talk the "If the dog aint killed, Bones will be, that's sartain," observed Coble, "and I don't see why the preference should be given to a human indi-matter over soberly.” vidual, although the dog is the skipper's dognow then, what d'ye say, my lads ?" Tum tum, tum tum, tumpty tumpty tum, replied the fiddle. "Let's hang him at once." "No," replied Short. Jansen took out his snickerree, looked at Short, and made a motion with the knife as if passing it across the dog's throat. "Well," replied Bill Spurey, "you shall have it just as I got it word for word, as near as I can recollect. You know I wasn't in the craft when the thing came on board, but Joe Geary was, and it was one night when we were boozing over a stiff glass at the new shop there, the Orange Boven as they call it, at the Pint at Portsmouth— and so you see, falling in with him, I wished to learn something about my new skipper and what sort of a chap I should have to deal with; when I learnt all about him, I'd half a dozen minds to shove off again, but then I was adrift, and so I thought better of it. It won't do to be nice in peace times you know, my lads, when all the big ships are rotting in Southampton and Cinque Port muds. Well, then, what he told me I recollect as wellay, every word of it—as if he had whispered it into my ear but this minute. It was a blustering night, with a dirty southwester, and the chafing of the harbor waves was thrown up in foams, which the winds swept up the street, they chasing one another as if they were boys at play. It was about two bells in the middle watch, and after our fifth glass, that Joe Geary said as this: Here there was a pause, which Jemmy Ducks "It was one dark winter's night when we were filled up by again touching the strings of his fid-off the Texel, blowing terribly, with the coast undle. der our lee, clawing off under storm canvass, and fighting with the elements for every inch of ground, a hand in the chains, for we had nothing but the lead to trust to, and the vessel so flogged by the waves, that he was lashed to the rigging, that he might not be washed away; all of a sudden the wind came with a blast loud enough for the last trump, and the waves roared till they were hoarser than ever; away went the vessel's mast, although there was no more canvass on it than a jib pocket The fact was, that, although every one of the sailors wished that the dog was overboard, there was not one who wished to commit the deed, not on account of the fear of its being discovered who was the party by Mr. Vanslyperken, but because there was a great deal of superstition among them. It was considered unlucky to throw any dog or animal overboard, but the strange stories told about the way in which Snarleyyow first made his appearance in the vessel, added to the pecu-handkerchief, and the craft rolled and tossed in the liarly diabolical temper of the animal, had often been the theme of midnight conversation, and many of them were convinced that it was an imp of Satan lent to Vanslyperken, and that to injure or to attempt to destroy it would infallibly be followed up with terrible consequences to the party, if not to the vessel and all the crew. Even Short, Coble, and Jansen, who were the boldest and deep troughs for all the world like a wicked man dying in despair; and then she was a wreck, with nothing to help us but God Almighty, fast borne down upon the sands which the waters had disturbed, and were dashing about until they themselves were weary of the load; and all the seamen cried unto the Lord, as well they might. Now, they say, that he did not cry as they did, like men and Christians, to Him who made them] and the waters which surrounded and threatened them; for Death was then in all his glory, and the foaming crests of the waves were as plumes of feathers to his skeleton head beneath them; but he cried like a child-and swore terribly as well as cried-talking about his money, his dear money, and not caring about his more precious soul. "And the cutter was borne down, every wave pushing her with giant force nearer and nearer to destruction, when the man at the chains shrieked out-Mark three, and the Lord have mercy on our souls!' and all the crew, when they heard this, cried out Lord, save us, or we perish.' But still they thought that their time was come, for the breaking waves wore under their lee, and the yellow waters told them that, in a few minutes, the vessel, and all who were on board, would be shivered in fragments; and some wept and some prayed as they clung to the bulwarks of the unguided vessel, and others in a few minutes thought over their whole life, and waited for death in silence. But he, he did all; he cried and he prayed, and he swore, and he was silent, and at last he became furious and frantic; and when the men said again and again, The Lord save us!' he roared out at last, Will the devil help us, for— In a moment, before these words were out of his mouth, there was a flash of lightning, that appeared to strike the vessel, but it harmed her not, neither did any thunder follow the flash; but a ball of blue flame pitched upon the knight heads, and then came bounding and dancing aft to the taffrail, where he stood alone, for the men had left him to blaspheme by himself. Some say he was heard to speak, as if in conversation, but no one knows what passed. Be it as it may, on a sudden he walked forward as brave as could be, and was followed by this creature, who carried his head and tail slouching as he does now. "And the dog looked up and gave one deep bark, and as soon as he had barked the wind appeared to lull-he barked again twice, and there was a dead calm-he barked again twice, and the seas went down-and he patted the dog on the head, and the animal then bayed loud for a minute or two, and then, to the astonishment and fear of all, instead of the vessel being within a cable's length of the Texel sands in a heavy gale, and without hope, the Foreland lights were but two miles on our beam with a clear sky and smooth water." The seaman finished his legend, and there was a dead silence for a minute or two, broken first by Jansen, who, in a low voice, said, "Then te tog is not a tog." "Well, what's to be done?" "Why," replied Jemmy Ducks, at all events, imp o' Satan or not, that 'ere Smallbones fought him to-day with his own weapons." "And beat him too," said Coble. "Yes," said Short. "Now, it's my opinion, that Smallbones ar'n't afraid of him," continued Jemmy Ducks, and devil or no devil, he'll kill him if he can." ble; "the more so, as you may say, that he's his "He's the proper person to do it," replied Conatural enemy." " sen. Yes, mein Got, de poy is the man," said Jan "We'll put him up to it, at all events, as soon as he is out of his hammock," rejoined Jemmy Ducks. A little more conversation took place, and then it was carried unanimously that Smallbones should destroy the animal, if it was possible to destroy it. The only party who was not consulted was Smallbones himself, who lay fast asleep in his hammock. The consultation then broke up. and they all went below. [To be continued.] The Dream. I DREAMED that I traversed that azure sky, And then, all bright on my vision came, tears; A cheek of rose, and enkindled eyes, I woke I gazed-the form was gone- ORIGINAL. A LOVER DESPITE OF HIMSELF. WALKING up Broadway the other day, in company with my friend Harry, I met Miss T., who is accounted handsome. My friend by the way is a physician, and somewhat peculiar in his notions of matters and things. He has but just finished his studies, and is still tinged a little with that apathy to female charms, and those habits of analysis which are apt to be imbibed in the study of anatomy. I burst into raptures at the sight of the fair being, as became a man of flesh and blood, but I did it at this time more particularly in order to draw out his sentiments, which I knew to be totally adverse to any such manifestations of feeling. "What a lovely young creature! How graceful her figure! so slender a waist-such armsand those ankles!-Isn't she beautiful ?” Beautiful," said he, with a slight effort at a sneer. Beauty-the fading rainbow's prideYouth-'t was the charm of her who died At dawn, and by her coffin's side A grandsire stands.” "What is it but a fair skin drawn over the same muscles and bones that constitute the structure of the meanest wretch that walks the street? You might as well look upon that stone and call it beautiful-for the essence of all beauty lies in the imagination. I would rather have my beauty all ideal, which I could easily make it by shutting my eyes, than have it attached to any perishable mortal, who, before I could say she was beautiful, would lose that very youth and freshness which gave her a claim to the title. It might be perfect in the imaginary, which it never could be in the real being. Worship beauty, then, until it fades before your eyes. I will admire intellect-it has no skin." 44 But have you never seen a fair creature, whom" "It is true," continued he, without interrupting himself, "I once held different notions-and the warm blood has rushed up into this cheek at the sight of an exquisite piece of animal mechanism of the gentler sex, as freely as into the cheek of any other man. But those feelings have long since passed. I now look upon a lady's eye as I do upon a sermon, with no other object than to examine its structure. There is nothing in that resplendent globe, to my unsentimental vision, but sclerotic and iris and cornea and pupil-the throbbings of her heart interest me only inasmuch as they influence the number of pulsations at the wrist. I feel of her delicate fingers with no other faculty than that of a thermometer, to ascertain their temperature-and I draw my conclusion that this warmth comes from the blood as coolly as I would draw" The diagram of an ice-house, perhaps," Why, certainly." Well, let me assure you that when you touch your fingers to the hand of a beautiful girl, the tingle which runs along your arm and thrills through your frame is not less a natural phenomenon, and betokens the passage of an electrical fluid." "Pshaw! I've experienced the same sensation, only rather more severe, on striking my elbow against the corner of a table, or on cutting my finger with a pen-knife." He passed on a short distance in silence after this heroic rejoinder, which seemed to relieve him considerably at the heart. It was easy to see that he began to have some doubts of the strength of his own philosophy under certain possible contingencies. At length one of those beings went by, in whom a beautiful countenance is illuminated by the radiance of a deep, feeling, thoughtful eye. In the words of the poet Whittier "Her dark and lifted eye had caught Its lustre from the spirit's gem, And round her brow the light of thought Was like an angel's diadem." As we passed her, I turned involuntarily to my friend to express my admiration of her lovelinesswhen I found him gazing in a sort of rapt stupefaction at space in front of him, and not conscious of my look nor my words, until I gave him a pull at the arm, "What!-yes-no-what did you say?" said he, coming to himself. "Only I asked you if you did not think that a lovely creature." Lovely!" answered he, arranging his stock; love is nothing but imagination. Those who have best expressed the sentiments of love, the poets, are allowed to have been the most imaginative, and to have been at the same time the most apathetic. Witness Petrarch, who has fallen in love better with an imaginary being than any body else Love dies when imagiever did with a real one. nation has no farther scope for invention." 66 Then you seriously pretend that there is no such thing as a deep, warm passion-of the heart, not of the head--towards an individual of the beau furiously down Broadway with a couple of ladies | and a gentleman in it. The horses had evidently got the control. My friend did not stand long to consider the perilous situation of the inmates. "Quick as the lightning's glimpse, he ran, he flew," and planted himself in the street, by the track which the horses were most likely to pursue. Then starting a little before they reached his station to gain a portion of their speed, he boldly seized the nigh horse by the bridle and retained his grasp firmly. Notwithstanding the momentum which he had given himself in their direction, the shock of their contrasted speed was so great as to throw him from his feet; but, still continuing his hold, he was dragged along the ground for some distance, and not till the reeking coursers were brought to a full stand by the sidewalk, did he rise to proclaim the successful result of his experiment. The two ladies, as soon as they were recovered from their dreadful apprehension, which had been partially diverted from themselves to my friend, earnestly inquired if he was much hurt. He had fortunately escaped without any serious injury, although he was consider ably bruised. They expressed much sympathy and gratitude, particularly the younger, who did it however more by her looks than by her words, for she was still too much agitated from the effects of her fright to make any great exertion in speaking. The gentleman presented him a card and hoped that he should have the pleasure of seeing him and thanking him more fully as soon as he was recovered. This Harry promised, and took leave. My friend walked home, rather limping, with the proud consciousness of having done his dutyand that nobly. I could not but feel my esteem for him increased at this instance of disinterestedness, although in his language he had but a few minutes before expressed so much apparent want of natural feeling in other matters. And I do not attribute this to any particular concern for the young ladies, but consider it rather as the impulse of a generous nature acting on the spur of the occasion, and guided by a clear and quick apprehension of the evil and its remedy. A week or two after, I met my philosophical friend again. Heu quantum mutatus! There was pleasure in his eye and laughter on his cheek. To my inquiry what had happened to elate him so much, he replied, "I have just been giving a lesson in philosophy, and have chosen to illustrate my views by a figure in logic, called antithesis. In fact I have set my theory down in the coolest words, and have afforded the warmest and most ample illustration of its futility in my own person. I have fallen, or rather I have been dragged into love. The beautiful girl whom we saved from destruction the other day, the lovely Julia”— "What! do you understand such epithets-it is all imagination." "Not a particle. Imagination may create to you a Laura, but never a Julia." "Have you forgot that beauty, as you said the other day when you quoted Burgh so aptly, is nothing more than a fair skin drawn over plain matter-of-fact muscles and bones?" "If I ever said that, my intellects were frozen. They have since thawed." "Then, as to love, that is all in my eye-nonsense." "You are under an egregious mistake there, let me assure you. Love," said he, pulling up his whiskers and looking obliquely over my left shoulder, as if recalling some fond vision-"love is the only true source of a man's happiness on this earth, and the heart which has nothing to love, and nothing to love it, is indeed a wretched one. How pleasing to have a tender bosom, like your own, my sweet Julia, on which one can pour out the emotions of his heart-‘that broken fountain running o'er'-in luxurious profusion! How sweet to have a mind to which you can communicate your every thought without the fear of criticism or the danger of contempt!" I saw by this fatal symptom that my friend was irretrievably gone, and Iceased to banter him. In his temperament, love was, as Uncle Toby's neigh bor thought it always was, "a joyous thing." He invited me to go and see his inamorata. I found that she was indeed a charming woman, with the intellectual expression of countenance that was so dear to Harry. It is hardly necessary to say, that before many months they were married, and added a most striking commentary to the theory of my apathetic friend. The Galilean Maid. SPEAK not a word that breathes of love To the child of the Hebrew race. I worship not at a shrine of light, But Him who light unfurl'd, Thy look of pain will sear my brain For life's right hand hath nought to give Thy creed unlocks our hearts: To that land of rich perfume, From the daughters of thy race, Around thy fond embrace; But the green branch wrench'd from off its stem, |