. Punch . ng nineteen-twentieths of her complement ofpassengers still to make up, put back with loss of time and at a sacrifice ofthe wages of the crew and captain. The Moonlight, with the flag ofMessrs. Catearns and Fry, was lying-to for the winter off was a rumour afloat all along the shore, that the crew of the Daisyhad been paid off. On inquiry, it turned out that they had been threat-ened with being paid off by the captain of a coal-barge, whose craft wasnearly swamped in the swell of the steamer. Printed bv William Bradbury, of No. (!, Yotk Place, Stoke Newington,and Freder
. Punch . ng nineteen-twentieths of her complement ofpassengers still to make up, put back with loss of time and at a sacrifice ofthe wages of the crew and captain. The Moonlight, with the flag ofMessrs. Catearns and Fry, was lying-to for the winter off was a rumour afloat all along the shore, that the crew of the Daisyhad been paid off. On inquiry, it turned out that they had been threat-ened with being paid off by the captain of a coal-barge, whose craft wasnearly swamped in the swell of the steamer. Printed bv William Bradbury, of No. (!, Yotk Place, Stoke Newington,and Frederick Mullett Evans.,.t No 7. Chnrch Row. Stoke Nstrington, both in the C-mny of , Printers, at theirOffice in Lombard Strtet. in the Preciaot of Whitefriars. in the City of Loodon. and published bythem, at No. 9!. Fleet Street, in the PariBh of St. BrioVt, in the City of London.—Saturday,January 18, 1815. PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 45 PUNCH IN THE EAST. FROM OUR FAT CONTRIBUTOR. III. The above is a picture of some beautiful windmills near Athens, not Ibelieve depicted by any other artist, and which I daresay some peoplewill admire because they are Athenian windmills. The world is made so. I was not a brilliant boy at school—the only prize I ever remember tohave got was in a kind of lottery in which I was obliged to subscribe withseventeen other competitors—and of which the prize was a flogging. ThatI won. But I dont think I carried off any other. Possibly from lazi-ness, or if you please from incapacity, but I certainly was ratherinclined to be of the side of the dunces—Sir Walter Scott, it will berecollected, was of the same species. Many young plants sprouted npround about both of us, I daresay, with astonishing rapidity—but theyhave gone to seed ere this, or were never worth the cultivation. Greatgenius is of slower growth. I always had my doubts about the classics. When I saw a brute of aschoolmaster, whose mind was as coarse-grained as any p
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