AN INDIVIDUAL RUNNING WILD. 
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stretched out on the quarter-deck, very much resembling a pair 
of oyster-tongs. He had Blackstone and Kent at his tongue’s 
end, and swore that, on his arrival in Maine, he would prefer a 
“ brief ” for the captain’s especial edification ; P-ly, sitting 
under a quaker hat, as forbidding in appearance as he is in fact, 
damning all indiscriminately who differ with him in opinion. 
T-n, who in attempting to relate an occurrence commences 
at the last word, throwing the balance on the top of it. in the 
most unintelligible confusion. He is about twenty-one years of 
age, has been well brought up, with a good education, but is 
now running wild. He blacks his boots and starts for mast-head ; 
half-way up, he halts, looks at his boots, suspects that they might 
have received a higher polish, and with a “ d—n my shirt-tail 
to h—1,” comes down again. He discovers some one’s can of 
preserved meat; he takes it to the cook, and soon some one is 
invited to dine with him, and if he discovers some one!s bottle of 
wine, some one is almost sure to get one glass of it. He had a pas¬ 
sion for music, but generally sung in parodies, as follows: 
I’m sitting on a stile, Mary, 
Not knowing where to jump ; 
My foot it slipped, I caught a fall, 
And struck upon a stump, 
Ittee bump, ittee bump, ittee bump. 
almost indefinitely, closing up with u well, well, d—n my shirt- 
tail to h—1, d—n it to h—1,” and again starting for mast-head ; 
he would probably reach the first yard, when a new idea, and 
he would be again on deck, playing superintendent of a cara¬ 
van, with “ John, take that little monkey from his mother, or 
he will such her to death, not that I wish to disturb the animals 
in their innocent amusements, but by Gr—d the public eye must 
be respected; music, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, well, well, &c.” 
He is now interrupted by “ Blubber,” alias “ Livingston & Wells’ 
Express;” a short quarrel, and they square off for a fight. 
Blubber is backed by Buckskin, alias “ the last run of shad,” 
and they don’t fight. 
We have a steward that knows his place, and another that does 
not deserve one on this earth ; a coojc who has not been accused 
of washing himself during the voyage, and one who appears 
never to have been guilty of the act. A negro who knows his 
