"Oh! no," interrupted I; "she never beats sister, she loves her too much; but she don't love me."

My father puffed away, and said no more.

I must inform the reader that my father's person was very much altered from what I have described it to have been at the commencement of this narrative. He was now a boatswain's mate, and wore a silver whistle hung round his neck by a lanyard, and with which little Virginia was then playing. He had grown more burly in appearance, spreading, as sailors usually do when they arrive to about the age of forty; and moreover, he had a dreadful scar from a cutlass wound, received in boarding, which had divided the whole left side of his face, from the eyebrow to the chin. This gave him a very fierce expression; still he was a fine-looking man, and his pigtail had grown to a surprising length and size. His ship, as I afterwards found out, had not been paid off, but he had obtained a fortnight's leave of absence, while she was refitting. We were all very sociable together, without there being the least idea on the part of my sister and myself with whom we were in company, when in rolled old Ben the Whaler.

"Sarvice to you," said Ben, nodding to my father. "Tommy, get me a pipe of 'baccy."

"Here's pipe and 'baccy too, messmate,” replied my father. "Sit down, and make yourself comfortable, old chap."

"Won't refuse a good offer," replicd Ben, "been too long in the sarvice for that--and you've seen sarvice too. I think," continued Ben, looking my father full in the face.

"Chop from a French officer," replied my father; after a pause, he added, "but he didn't live to tell of it."

Ben took one of the offered pipes, filled, and was soon very busy puffing away alongside of my father.

CHAPTER V.

MY FATHER AND MOTHER MEET AFTER AN ABSENCE OF SIX YEARS-SHE DISCOVERS THAT HE IS NO LONGER A COXSWAIN BUT A BOATSWAIN'S MATE.

WHILE my father and Ben are thus engaged, I will give the reader a description of the latter.

Ben was a very tall, broad-shouldered old fellow, but stooping a little from age: 1 should think he must have been at least sixty, if not more; still, he was a powerful, sinewy man. His nose, which was no small one, had been knocked on one side, as he told me, by the flukes (i. e. tail) of a whale which cut in half a boat of which he was steersman. He had a very large mouth, with very few teeth in it, having lost them by the same accident; which, to use his own expression, had at the time "knocked his figure-head all to smash." He had sailed many years in the whale fisheries, had at last been pressed, and served as quartermaster on board of a frigato for eight or nine years, when his ankle was broken by the rolling of a spar in a gale of wind. He was in consequence invalided for Greenwich. He walked stiff on this leg, and usually supported himself with a thick stick. Ben had noticed me from

the time that my mother first came to Fisher's Alley; he was the friend of my early days, and I was very much attached to him.

A minute or two afterwards my father pushed the pot of porter to him. Ben drank, and then said—

"Those be nice children, both on 'em-I know them well."

"And what kind of a craft is the mother?" replied my father.

"Oh! why, she's a little queer at times-she's always so mighty particular about gentility."

Ben

"Do you know why?" replied my father. shook his head. "Then I'll tell you-because she was once a lady's ladies' maid."

"Well," replied Ben, "I don't understand much about titles and nobility, and those sort of things; but I'm sorry she's gone down in the world, for though a little particular about gentility, she's a good sort of woman in her way, and keeps up her character, and earns an honest livelihood."

"So much the better for her," replied my father, who refilled his pipe, and continued to smoke in silence.

My mother had gone into the back kitchen to wash, which was the cause (not having been summoned) of her being so long absent.

Virginia, who had become quite sociable, was passing her little fingers through my father's large whiskers, while he every now and then put his pipe out of his mouth to kiss her. I had the porter pot on my knees, my father having told me to take a swig, when my mother entered the room.

"Well, Mr. Benjamin, I shouldn't wonder-but

Oh! mercy, it's he!" cried my mother. Oh! be quick-Sal-wolatily!"

"Sall who? What the devil does she mean?" said my father, rising up, and putting my sister off his

knee.

"I never heard of her," replied Ben, also getting up "but Mistress Saunders seems taken all aback, anyhow. Jack! run and fetch a bucket of water."

"Jack, stay where you are!" cried my mother, springing from the chair on which she had thrown herself. "Oh, dear me !-the shock was so sudden-I'm so flustered-who'd have thought to have seen you?" "Are you her brother?" inquired Ben.

No; but I'm her husband," replied my father.

He

Well, it's the first time I've heard that she had one--but I'll be off, for Mistress Saunders is too genteel to kiss, I see, before company." Ben then took up his stick, and left the house. It may be as well here to remark that during his absence my father had fallen in with one of the men who had been employed in the pressgang, and from him he learnt that a woman had given the information by which he was taken. made the man, who was present when my mother called upon the officer, describe her person; and the description in every point was so accurate, that my father had no doubt in his mind but that it was my mother who had betrayed him: this knowledge had for years rankled in his breast; and he had come home, not only from a wish to see how things were going on, but to reproach my mother with her treachery.

Whether my mother's conscience smote her, or that she perceived by my father's looks that a squall was

brewing, I know not; but as soon as Ben had left the house, she shut the street door, that the neighbours might not hear. Having so done, she turned to my father, who had resumed his seat and his pipe.

"Well," said she, putting her apron to her eyes, "you have been away a good six years, and left me to get on how I could with these two poor orphanless children."

"You know best why I went," replied my father, "and by whose means I was walked off in such a hurry."

"Me?" replied my mother.

"Yes, you," responded my father. "Well, what next?" cried she.

"I'll tell you what next," said my father, rising, and taking about eighteen inches of inch-and-a-half rope out of his pocket. "Look you, ma'am, when I first found out that it was by your peaching that I was sent on board of the Tender I made up this colt; and I vowed that I would keep it in my pocket till I served you out-now the time's come."

father

Here my father flourished his rope's end. My mother would have flown to the door, but my was beforehand with her; he turned the key, and, to the astonishment of Virginia and me, he seized my mother, and, holding her at arm's length, gave her several blows-not severe ones, I must acknowledge, indeed they could not have hurt her.

"There," said my father; "it's well for you, my lady lady's maid, that I did not fall in with you when I first made up this colt; and it's well for you that I've heard a good character of you from the old chap