his company?"

"Troth, I was, thin. He was every inch a sodger and a gintleman."

"And the box you brought on board contains his remains?"

"Upon me sowl it contains the body of as good a man as iver breathed the
breath o' life," replied Pat, very emphatically.

"Very true. You speak well of your captain, and he deserved all he will
ever get of praise. Here, Pat, is a dollar for you; and if you want
anything, come to me."

"Thank your honor," replied Pat, uncovering, with a bow and a scrape of
the foot. "You are as near like poor Captain Farrell as one pay is like
another. Long life to your honor,--may you live forever, and then die
like a haro!"

"A genuine Irishman!" said Henry, as Pat descended to the main deck;
"one in whom gratitude and faithfulness are as strong as life itself!"

"He seems a good sort of man," returned Uncle Nathan, who had but little
appreciation of the Irish heart.

The conversation was interrupted by the ringing of the supper-bell. An
eager multitude rushed to the cabin; but every seat was already
occupied. On a crowded boat on the Mississippi there is often much
selfishness displayed. On the Chalmetta half an hour before tea-time the
most knowing of the passengers had stationed themselves in a line around
the table, ready to charge upon the plates, like a file of soldiers, the
moment the bell rang. Those who did not understand the necessity of this
precaution, on entering the cabin were much surprised to find every
place occupied, and were comforted with the assurance of a second table.

Uncle Nathan and Henry secured seats which had been reserved for ladies
who did not appear to claim them. Opposite them were seated Emily and
her uncle. She was dressed in deep mourning, and her countenance was
saddened by the gloom of affliction. Her eyes were reddened by weeping,
in which she had indulged freely in the quiet of her state-room. By
intense effort she had subdued her violent agitation, and a sad calmness
rested upon her face, that belied her feelings.

Henry Carroll, who had not before been aware of her presence, was, as
may be supposed, astonished at this meeting. In her sable dress and
melancholy aspect he read the sad affliction which had befallen her in
the death of her father. Their eyes met, and exchanged warmer greetings
than their words could have done. A sad smile--the smile of
pleasure--rested upon her beautiful features, as they interchanged
salutations. Her pale cheek was