34 OCCASIONAL HAPPY THOUGHTS. 



thinking of the possibility of such a reply makes me uncom- 

 fortable. O, Imagination ! What crimes are committed in 

 thy name ! (or something to that effect which occurs to me 

 suddenly, I don't know why. I feel cold ; but I fancy my 

 head is hot). Boulogne receding. 



Sailor standing by me. I begin to hate him for standing 

 by me. 



He speaks respectfully. " We shall have a beautiful pas- 

 sage — be in in less than two hours." 



Happy Thoiight. — I will certainly give this man sixpence 

 when we arrive at Folkestone ; that is, if I am well the whole 

 way. He has revived me. 



He insists upon giving me his P-jacket rolled up for a 

 pillow, and further insists upon my accepting from him a 

 tarpaulin to throw over my legs. 



" Tarpaulin ! " I say, suspiciously. " Why, you don't 

 think there'll be any sea on ? " Because, you see, I know 

 the use of tarpaulin on a steamboat. 



" Sea ! " he says. " Lor' no, Sir. Only you might feel 

 cold." 



" O, thank you — yes — then — if you please." 



" Yes, Sir, I'll get you one." 



He doesn't say, " Aye, aye, Sir." So perhaps he is not a 

 regular salt. 



I am now comfortable, that is, considering the circum- 

 stances. But I mustn't move : and I won't. Lovely 

 night ! Recollect a song of that name when I was a 

 boy : — 



