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men. He would fain expostulate, but never was endowed with 

 oratory — he would become pugnacious, but never had the knack 

 of fighting. — On the other hand, he sees that he has saved 

 three shillings, for his sisters are treated to admission, and they, 

 never having studied mock modesty at Shaugh, have not refused 

 the politeness of their inviters. The boatswain, too, assures him 

 that the whole boat's crew are the civilest fellows in the ship, 

 have just been paid off, and will be uncommonly kind to the 

 girls. "But^stopwe must take them up something to eat; — 

 here misses, what 's the valley o' yer basket o' turnips." 



" Turnips, eh ? then swate bad luck to you ; they 're bewtiful 

 apples, the glories o' the west and nonpurails." 



" Well, its all the same, what 's the valley o' the lot ? " 



" Sure, agrah, you do n't want to buy the basket an' all. 



** How am I to get them aloft without something to carry them 

 in, Molly." 



" My name 's Judy Flanagan, let me tell you, an' I live in 

 Kanterberry Street, nigh the clink ; an' that 's a mighty purty 

 basket, I do n't like to sell it, for it 's lasted me these ten years ; 

 an', barrin' two or three holes in the bottom, and one o' the han- 

 dles that 's loose, it 's as good as a new one — but I '11 be asy on 

 you as you 're one of the difinders of ould England, long life to 

 it, and you shall have it all for tin shillins." 



Jack did not want any more talk about his bargain, and, having 

 selected the sum demanded from out of a handful of gold and 

 silver, he hails his new companion with 



" Come, you land lubber, stick your larboard fin into the scupper 

 hole o' this here basket and help me to haul it aloft." 



And now, most amiable and beautiful young lady, who 

 bendest so gracefully over the pages of the " Museum," we will 

 take another peep inside. 



A young fellow, who has just acquired a pair of petticoat 

 breeches, looks over the front of a box with a sort of extatic awe 

 — wide open as his shining eyes are, his mouth is half extended 

 also, as if he would wish to see a little more with that organ. 

 Some of his questions betray that he is for the first time surveying 

 the inside of a theatre. 



" What is it, papa ? " 



" The battle of Waterloo, my dear." 



" I can 't see the water papa, where is it ? — are there any ships 

 and boats ? " 



" No — no. Waterloo is the name of a place where soldiers 

 fought and fired their guns at one another." 



