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ts projected payment in a depreciated currency--and, had it not been for the intervention of Lord Clarendon, and of the Hon. Mr. Scarlett, British Minister at Rio de Janeiro, of whose zealous exertions in my favour I cannot speak too warmly--this further injustice would have been perpetrated without the knowledge or sanction of His present Imperial Majesty.It may be asked, why--with the clear documentary evidence in my possession--and now adduced--I have for so many years endured an amount of

line, "seein' hestarted so arly on the sea he can't tell when he wasn't there himself.""How was that matter, Bill?" asked one of his messmates. "They say youhave kept the captain's reckoning, man and boy, these fifteen years." "That have I, and never a truer heart floated than the man you seeyonder leaning over the rail on the quarterdeck, where he belongs,"answered Bill Marline. "How did you first fall in with him, Bill?--Tell us that," said

liday.The dear lady who delights in "piffle," and to whom "pifflage" is the very breath of life, had also her niche in our affairs. She hailed from Egg Harbor and was an antique guinea hen of uncertain age. When you are thinking of the "white porch of your home," she will tell you she "didn't sleep a wink last night!" that "the eggs on this steamer are not what they ought to be," that the cook doesn't know how to boil them, and that as her

g sent to prison, and that this inconvenient ex- soldier should be caged up somewhere."I am going down to Esher for the week-end. I think I may be able to do something." The rolling forehead and the emphatic chin became more aggressive. "I don't like this delay. Now, can you assure me--?" Beal glanced at the clock. "I'm sorry; I am due at my hospital at half-past two. But, tell me, what do you mean--exactly--by delay?" "Nothing is being done." "It is

ll boat would be overturned by the great waves. Then Grace ran to the boat, and seized an oar, for she could not bear to let the poor men die without trying to save them; and the father could not let his brave, daughter go alone, so he followed, and they rowed off.It was hard work pulling against the strong sea, and several times the small boat was almost sunk. But at last it reached the wreck, and William Darling managed to land upon the rock, and with great care and skill helped the

aking lodgers.''No fear of that. This is evidently some well-to-do person. It's a very common arrangement nowadays, you know; they are called "paying guests." Of course I shouldn't dream of having anyone you didn't thoroughly like the look of.' 'Do you think,' asked Emmeline doubtfully, 'that we should quite do? "Well-connected family"--' 'My dear girl! Surely we have nothing to be ashamed of?' 'Of course not, Clarence. But--and "pleasant society." What about

ts projected payment in a depreciated currency--and, had it not been for the intervention of Lord Clarendon, and of the Hon. Mr. Scarlett, British Minister at Rio de Janeiro, of whose zealous exertions in my favour I cannot speak too warmly--this further injustice would have been perpetrated without the knowledge or sanction of His present Imperial Majesty.It may be asked, why--with the clear documentary evidence in my possession--and now adduced--I have for so many years endured an amount of

line, "seein' hestarted so arly on the sea he can't tell when he wasn't there himself.""How was that matter, Bill?" asked one of his messmates. "They say youhave kept the captain's reckoning, man and boy, these fifteen years." "That have I, and never a truer heart floated than the man you seeyonder leaning over the rail on the quarterdeck, where he belongs,"answered Bill Marline. "How did you first fall in with him, Bill?--Tell us that," said

liday.The dear lady who delights in "piffle," and to whom "pifflage" is the very breath of life, had also her niche in our affairs. She hailed from Egg Harbor and was an antique guinea hen of uncertain age. When you are thinking of the "white porch of your home," she will tell you she "didn't sleep a wink last night!" that "the eggs on this steamer are not what they ought to be," that the cook doesn't know how to boil them, and that as her

g sent to prison, and that this inconvenient ex- soldier should be caged up somewhere."I am going down to Esher for the week-end. I think I may be able to do something." The rolling forehead and the emphatic chin became more aggressive. "I don't like this delay. Now, can you assure me--?" Beal glanced at the clock. "I'm sorry; I am due at my hospital at half-past two. But, tell me, what do you mean--exactly--by delay?" "Nothing is being done." "It is

ll boat would be overturned by the great waves. Then Grace ran to the boat, and seized an oar, for she could not bear to let the poor men die without trying to save them; and the father could not let his brave, daughter go alone, so he followed, and they rowed off.It was hard work pulling against the strong sea, and several times the small boat was almost sunk. But at last it reached the wreck, and William Darling managed to land upon the rock, and with great care and skill helped the

aking lodgers.''No fear of that. This is evidently some well-to-do person. It's a very common arrangement nowadays, you know; they are called "paying guests." Of course I shouldn't dream of having anyone you didn't thoroughly like the look of.' 'Do you think,' asked Emmeline doubtfully, 'that we should quite do? "Well-connected family"--' 'My dear girl! Surely we have nothing to be ashamed of?' 'Of course not, Clarence. But--and "pleasant society." What about