Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 21 June to November 1860 . might have passed with alubber for a sea voyage. On theforward deck some waggish fellowswere tormenting a raw youth bypassing jokes upon his Cape Cod,said one, greensare so scarce that if a man findsthree mullein stalks and a huckle-berry bush growing near together,he incloses it for a grove, andwarns the neighbors not to tres-pass. Said another: They sweeten their tea with molasses over there. So once, when theygot a new preacher, he was asketlhome to tea with old Mother Steb-bins. The old soul was saving enough Av
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 21 June to November 1860 . might have passed with alubber for a sea voyage. On theforward deck some waggish fellowswere tormenting a raw youth bypassing jokes upon his Cape Cod,said one, greensare so scarce that if a man findsthree mullein stalks and a huckle-berry bush growing near together,he incloses it for a grove, andwarns the neighbors not to tres-pass. Said another: They sweeten their tea with molasses over there. So once, when theygot a new preacher, he was asketlhome to tea with old Mother Steb-bins. The old soul was saving enough Avhenshe sweetened other peoples tea; but when itcame to the preachers cup, she kept on pouringin. As he didnt admire to have his tea over-sweet, he got nervous, thanked her over andover again, and at last begged her to leave offsweetening. The old lady rolled up her eyesin a loving, sanctimonious way. Ah, Sir,said she, if it was all molasses it wouldnt betoo good for you. The youngster seemed to be wanting in thegift of free speech, and slow at repartee; and,. TOO SWEET. 760 HAKPERS NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. in attempting to reply, he stammered and gotred in the face; so I volunteered to help himout. A sandy soil, said I, if not good for rais-ing great cabbage-heads, produces the best qual-ity of men. An Admiral of the Blue of theRoyal Navy was asked by George IV. who wasthe bravest man he ever saw. He replied, ACape Cod trader whom I met at Port Mahon,the commander of a thirty-ton schooner. Heassisted in two duels between American mid-shipmen, thrashed five English sailors on thequay for calling his flag a gridiron, took in car-go, and set sail, all between sunrise and sun-set. We landed at Hyannis, and, on taking ourseats in the cars for Boston, my companion andmyself commenced a retrospect of our adventuresfor the past month. Dick seemed to have en-tirely forgotten his misadventure in love, and tohave so far gratified his maritime yearnings thathe no longer alluded to his intenti
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