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prussic-acid, opium, champagne, ginger, mutton-chops, 
and tumblers of salt water, were successively exhibited ; 
but, I regret to say, after a few minutes, each in turn 
re-exhibited itself with monotonous punctuality. In¬ 
deed, at one time we thought he would never get over 
it; and the following conversation, which I overheard 
one morning between him and my servant, did not 
brighten his hopes of recovery. 
This person’s name is Wilson, and of all men I ever 
met he is the most desponding. Whatever is to be done, 
he is sure to see a lion in the path. Life in his eyes 
is a perpetual filling of leaky buckets, and a rolling of 
stones up hill. He is amazed when the bucket holds 
water, or the stone perches on the summit. He pro¬ 
fesses but a limited belief in his star,—and success 
with him is almost a disappointment. His counte¬ 
nance corresponds with the prevailing character of 
his thoughts; always hopelessly chapfallen, his voice 
is as of the tomb. He brushes my clothes, lays 
the cloth, opens the champagne, with the air of one 
advancing to his execution. I have never seen him 
smile but once, when he came to report to me that a sea 
had nearly swept his colleague, the steward, overboard. 
