. Recollections of a sea wanderer's life; an autobiography of an old-time seaman who has sailed in almost every capacity before and abaft the mast, in nearly every quarter of the globe, and under the flags of four of the principal maritime nations. was criticallysurveyed by each one of us, and the remarks passed wouldno doubt have amused my readers of the present day, orany of the engineers of the same time. The harbor of Marseilles is quite artificial, being dug outfrom the land, and docked, the ships laying head in andpacked like herrings. On landing we took up quarters at a boarding-house,k
. Recollections of a sea wanderer's life; an autobiography of an old-time seaman who has sailed in almost every capacity before and abaft the mast, in nearly every quarter of the globe, and under the flags of four of the principal maritime nations. was criticallysurveyed by each one of us, and the remarks passed wouldno doubt have amused my readers of the present day, orany of the engineers of the same time. The harbor of Marseilles is quite artificial, being dug outfrom the land, and docked, the ships laying head in andpacked like herrings. On landing we took up quarters at a boarding-house,kept by a French woman (or lady, modernized), who wascalled English Mary, for what reason I know not. Sheaveraged at least the year through five hundred boardersat a time. The business had been handed down from herancestors for many generations, and she was reported ex-tremely wealthy, and was unquestionably smart. Well! The memories of the past, how sweet sometimes!May they, the sweet ones, I mean, last forever! or, as theTurks say, a thousand and one years, while the sad onesmay go to Jericho, or any other hot or cold place out ofthe way. Well, this smart English Mary had a prettydaughter named Julie, and she, bless her little heart, took. 198 JULIE. a fancy to your humble servant, to which I certainly hadnot the slightest objection. I attributed her liking for meto the knowledge which she attained that I was somewhatof a linguist and an arithmetician—qualities in those daysnot frequently possessed by those in my sphere. Howeverthat may be, we had a good time of it, till the time cameto say, Good bye ! sweetheart, good bye ! No doubt mychums had equal luck in some other quarter, for— What lass but loves the sailor boy—We oer the ocean roam, sirs;In every clime we find a every pert a home, sirs. One day, as we were cruising among the quays and ship-ping, we chanced on a fine large French brig called theAigle, Captain Avril, for St. Thomas, West Indies, andGuyama,
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