How long he might have gone on with this farrago, it is difficult to say; but we were getting tired of him, so we passed the bottle till he left off narrative, and took to friendship.
" Now I say (hiccup), you Frank, you are a devilish good fellow; but that one-eyed son . of a gun, I'll try him by a court-martial, the first time I catch him drunk; ΤΊ] hang him at" the yard-arm, and you shall be my first lieutenant and custos-rot-torum,d—n me. Only you come and tell me the first time he is disguised, in liquor, and I'll settle him, d—n his cock eye —a saucy, Polyphemus-looking son of a —— (hiccup) a Whitechapel bird-catcher."
Here his recollection failed him; he began to talk to himself, and to confound me with the first] ieutenant.
"I'll teach him to write to port-admirals for leave—son of a sea cook."
He was now drawing to the finale and, began to sing,
