questions. I was dismissed, and the police officer who had picked me up, and other parties who identified the various property as their own, and the manner in which they had been robbed of it, were examined. The evidence was too clear to admit of doubt. The jury immediately returned a verdict of guilty against Fleming and Marables, but strongly recommended Marables to the mercy of the crown. The judge rose, put on his black cap, and addressed the prisoners as follows. The court was so still, that a pin falling might have been heard.

"You, William Fleming, have been tried by a jury of your countrymen, upon the charge of receiving stolen goods, to which you have added the more atrocious crime of intended murder. You have had a fair and impartial trial, and have been found guilty; and it appears that even had you escaped in this instance, other charges equally heavy, and which would equally consign you to condign punishment, were in readiness to be preferred against you. Your life has been one of guilt, not only in your own person, but also in abetting and stimulating others to crime; and you have wound up your shameful career, by attempt. ing the life of a fellow-creature. To hold out to you any hope of mercy, is impossible. Your life is justly forfeited to the offended laws of your country, and your sentence is, that you be removed from this court to the place from whence you came, and from thence to the place of execution, there to be hanged by the neck till you are dead; and may God, in his infinite goodness, have mercy on your soul!

"You, John Marables, have pleaded guilty to the charges brought against you; and it has appeared, during the evidence brought out on the trial, that although you have been a party to these nefarious transactions, that you are far from being hardened in your guilt. ("No, no!" exclaimed Marables.) I believe sincerely that you are not, and much regret that one who, from the evidence brought, appears to have been, previously to this unfortunate connexion, an honest

man, should now appear in so disgraceful a situation. A severe punishment is however demanded by the voice of justice, and by that sentence of the law you must now be condemned; at the same time I trust that an appeal to the mercy of your sovereign will not be made in vain.

The judge then passed the sentence of death upon Marables, the prisoners were led out of court, and a new trial commenced; while Mr. Drummond and the Domine conducted me home. About a week after the trial, Fleming suffered the penalty of the law; while Marables was sentenced to fourteen years' transportation, which, however, before his sailing, was commuted to seven.

CHAPTER VI.

In a few days, the lighter returned. Her arrival was announced to me, one fine, sunny morning, as I lay in bed, by a voice, whose well-known notes poured into my ear, as I was half dozing on my pillow.

"Bright are the beams of the morning sky,

And sweet dew the red blossoms sip,

But brighter the glances of dear woman's eye

"Tom, you monkey, belay the warp, and throw the fenders over the side. Be smart, or old Fuzzle will be growling about his red paint.

"And sweet is the dew on her lip."

I jumped out of my little crib, threw open the window, the panes of which were crystallized with the frost in the form of little trees, and beheld the lighter just made fast to the wharf, the sun shining brightly, old Tom's face as cheerful as the morn, and young Tom laughing, jumping about, and blowing his fingers. I was soon dressed and shaking hands with my bargemates.

"Well, Jacob, how do you like the old Bailey? Never was in it but once in my life, and never mean to go again if I can help it; that was, when Sam Bowles was tried for his life, but my evidence saved him. I'll tell you how it was. Tom, look a'ter the

breakfast; a bowl of tea this cold morning will be worth having. Come, jump about."

"But I never heard the story of Sam Bowles," answered Tom.

"What's that to you? I'm telling it to Jacob?” "But I want to hear it-so go on, father. I'll start you. Well, d'ye see, Sam Bowles-——— 99 "Master Tom, them as play with bowls may meet with rubbers. Take care I don't rub down your hide. Off, you thief, and get breakfast."

"No, I won't; if I don't have your Bowles, you shall have no bowls of tea. I've made my mind up to that."

"I tell you what, Tom, I shall never get any good out of you, until I have both your legs ampitated. I've a great mind to send for the farrier."

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Thanky', father; but I find them very useful." "Well," said I, "suppose we put off the story till breakfast time, and I'll go and help Tom to get it ready."

"Be it so, Jacob. I suppose Tom must have his way, as I spoilt him myself. I made him so fond of yarns; so I was a fool to be vexed.

"Oh! life is a river and man is the boat,
That over its surface is destined to float;

And joy is a cargo so easily stored,

That he is a fool who takes sorrow on board.

"Now I'll go on shore to master, and find out what's to be done next. Give me my stick, boy, and I shall crawl over the planks a little safer. safe stool must have three legs, you know."

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Old Tom then stumped away on shore. a quarter of an hour he returned, bringing half-a-dozen red herrings. "Here, Tom, grill these sodgers. Jacob, who is that tall old chap, with such a devil of a cutwater, that I met just now with master? We are bound for Sheerness, this trip, and I'm to land him at Greenwich."

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"What, the Domine?” replied I, from old Tom's description.

"His name did begin with a D, but that wasn't

it."

"Dobbs?"

Yes, that's nearer; he's to be a passenger on board of us, going down to see a friend who's very ill. Now, Tom, my hearty, bring out the crockery, for I want a little inside lining."

We all sat down to our breakfast, and as soon as old Tom had finished, his son called for the history of Sam Bowles.

"Well, now you shall have it. Sam Bowles was a shipmate of mine on board of the Greenlandman; he was one of our best harpooners, and a good, quiet, honest messmate, as ever slung a hammock. He was spliced to as pretty a piece of flesh as ever was seen, but she wasn't as good as she was pretty. We were fitting out for another voyage, and his wife had been living on board with him some weeks, for Sam was devilish spoony on her, and couldn't bear her to be out of his sight. As we 'spected to sail in a few days, we were filling up our complement of men, and fresh hands came on board every day.

"One morning, a fine tall fellow, with a tail as thick as a hawser, came on board and offered himself; he was taken by the skipper, and went on shore again to get his traps. While he was still on deck I went below, and seeing Sam with his little wife on his knee playing with his love-locks, I said that there was a famous stout and good-looking feilow that we should have as a shipmate. Sam's wife, who, like all women, was a little curious, put her head up the hatchway to look at him. She put it down again very quick, as I thought, and made some excuse to go forward in the eyes of her, where she remained some time, and then, when she came aft, told Sam that she would go on shore. Now, as it had been agreed that she should remain on board till we were clear of the river, Sam couldn't think what the mat-