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THREE YEARS IN THE PACIFIC. 



it till he should find him. Dom Pedro was pleased by his re- 

 soh]te manner, and extended his hand to be kissed. The mid- 

 dy, however, did not so .understand him, but gave it a hearty 

 shake, and requested the emperor to allow the deserter to be 



sought and delivered up. The sailor was taken, and Mr. H 



left the palace. 



A few days afterwards, the emperor, when driving four-in- 

 hand, met Mr. H . He drew up the horses, and extended 



his hand, which Mr. H shook very cordially, and told 



his Highness that he was extremely happy to see him. The 



emperor frequently related the anecdote, and styled Mr. H 



his young American friend.^' 



We sat down to dinner at three o'clock. The party was 

 large. There was an officer there, belonging to one of the 

 men-of-war in the bay, who particularly interested me. He 

 was a fat, stout man, with a plump Falstaff rotundity of per- 

 son, and a red face. His forehead was remarkably high, rising 

 like a pyramid above his blonde eyebrows ; but it was narrow, 

 and his whole head bore no slight resemblance to a truncated 

 sugar loaf. It has shaken my faith in the doctrine of phrenolo- 

 gy ! His aquiline nose was placed like a peeping post between 

 two large, prominent eyes, which, like jealous neighbors, ex- 

 ercised a constant surveillance over each others views. This 

 gentleman was evidently a gourmand^ and so fond of eating, 

 that he seldom spoke, unless for the purpose of recommending 

 some particular sauce, or good dish before him. To say that he 

 was the man who eat up all the pudding," would be no libel. 

 He sat next to me. After devouring a portion of a very fine 

 fish, he commenced cleaning his plate, with his bread, of the 

 compound sauces he had poured upon it, and spoke for the first 

 time during the whole day. "Elegant fish, Sir! beautiful 

 soy then turning his head to one side, and leaning over the 

 table, filled his mouth wdth a piece of bread, dripping with oil 

 and fish sauce. He could not speak ; but laying his hand on a 

 decanter, nodded to me and filled his glass. The draught was 

 swallowed with more gout than I had before seen — " delicious 

 Port." 



The fish, which my taciturn friend so justly praised, was 



