

26 AN AMERICAN FARMER IN ENGLAND, 



smutten, as the second mate says, by a young lady of the first 

 cabin, who does not altogether discourage his gallant atten 

 tions. He keeps up the habits of a gentleman in the reduc 

 tion of his circumstances, eating his dinner at four o clock, 

 (being thus enabled to cook it while the first-cabin people 

 are below eating theirs, which is served at half-past three). 

 He declares it was only to oblige the owners that he took a 

 berth in the second cabin, and he certainly should not have 

 done so, if he had suspected the promiscuous character of the 

 company he should be associated with there. The forenoon 

 he spends in combing his hair and whiskers, cleaning his 

 threadbare coat, smoothing his crushed hat, and polishing his 

 shoes. Now, indeed, since he has become conscious of the ten 

 der passion, and can feed on love, he has traded off a part of 

 his stock of bread for a pair of boots, which enables nim to 

 dispense with stockings and straps, much to his relief in dances 

 and fencing bouts. Towards noon he comes on deck with 

 his coat buttoned to the neck ; he wears a stock and no col 

 lar ; his hat is set on rakishly ; he has a yellow kid glove for 

 his right hand, the thumb only is missing his thumb, there 

 fore, is stuck under the breast of his coat allowing the rest to 

 be advantageously displayed ; his other hand is carried habit 

 ually in the mode of Mr. Pickwick, under the skirt of his 

 coat. He has in his mouth the stump of a cigar that he 

 found last night upon the deck, and has saved for the occa. 

 sion. After walking until it is smoked out with the gentle 

 men to whom he manages to give the impression that he 

 has just finished his breakfast he approaches, with a really 

 elegant air to the ladies, and, gracefully bowing, inquires 

 after their health.- Then, after gazing upwards at the sun 

 a moment, he takes the attitude, &quot; Napoleon at St. Helena,&quot; 

 his left hand hidden under his right arm, and, in a deep, 

 tremulous voice, says, &quot; Ourre nooble barruck still cleaves 



