see the man yet, that could hold a candle
to _him_. Oh, it was like lightnin', jist one long endurin' streak; it
seemed all one sentence and one word. It was beautiful, but I couldn't
onderstand it, it was so everlastin' fast.

"'Now,' sais he, 'set sail.' And off we sot, at the rate of sixteen
notts an hour. Old Clay pleased him, you may depend; he turned round and
clapped his hands, and larfed, and waved his hat to his officers to
come on; and they whipped, and spurred, and galloped, and raced for dear
life; but we dropped 'em astarn like any thing, and he larfed again,
heartier than ever There is no people a'most, like to ride so fast as
sailors; they crack on, like a house a fire.

"Well, arter a while, sais he, 'Back topsails,' and I hauled up, and
he jumped down, and outs with a pocket book, and takes a beautiful gold
coronation medal. (It was solid gold, no pinchback, but the rael yaller
stuff, jist fresh from King's shop to Paris, where his money is made),
and sais he, 'Mr. Yankee, will you accept that to remember the Prince de
Joinville and his horse by?' And then he took off his hat and made me a
bow, and if that warn't a bow, then I never see one, that's all. I don't
believe mortal man, unless it was a Philadelphia nigger, could make such
a bow. It was enough to sprain his ankle he curled so low. And then off
he went with a hop, skip, and a jump, sailor fashion, back to meet his
people.

"Now, Squire, if you see Lord Stanley, tell him that story of the Prince
de Joinville's horse; but before you get so far as that, pin him by
admissions. When you want to get a man on the hip, ax him a question
or two, and get his answers, and then you have him in a corner, he must
stand and let you put on the bridle. He cant help it no how, he can fix
it.

"Says you, 'My Lord'--don't forget his title--every man likes the sound
of that, it's music to his ears, it's like our splendid national air,
Yankee Doodle, you never get tired of it. 'My Lord,' sais you, 'what do
you suppose is the reason the French keep Algiers?' Well, he'll up
and say, it's an outlet for the fiery spirits of France, it gives them
employment and an opportunity to distinguish themselves, and what the
climate and the inimy spare, become valuable officers. It makes good
soldiers out of bad subjects.

"'Do you call that good policy?' sais you.

"Well, he's a trump, is Mr. Stanley, at least folks say so; and he'll
say right off the reel 'onquestionably