yet never sad,
Sometimes poor, yet always jolly.
Fortune's in my scale, that's poz,
Of mischance put more than half in;
Yet I don't know how it was,
I could never cry for laughing--
Ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha!
I could never cry for laughing.

"Now for chorus, father--

"Ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha!
I could never cry for laughing.

"That's all I know; and that's enough, for it won't wake up the old
gentleman."

But it did. "Ha, ha, ha--ha, ha, ha! I could never die for laughing,"
bawled out the Dominie, feeling for his pannikin; but this was his last
effort. He stared round him. "Verily, verily, we are in a whirlpool--
how everything turneth round and round! Who cares? Am I not an ancient
mariner--`_Qui videt mare turgidum--et infames scopulos_.' Friend Dux,
listen to me--_favet linguis_."

"Well," hiccuped old Tom, "so I will--but speak--plain English--as I
do."

"That I'll be hanged if he does," said Tom to me. "In half an hour more
I shall understand old Nosey's Latin just as well as his--plain English,
as he calls it."

"I will discuss in any language--that is--in any tongue--be it in the
Greek or the Latin--nay, even--(hiccups)--friend Dux--hast thou not
partaken too freely--of--dear me! _Quo me, Bacche, rapis tui--plenum_--
truly I shall be tipsy--and will but finish my pattypan--_dulce
periculum est_--Jacob--can there be two Jacobs?--and two old Toms?--
nay--_mirabile dictu_--there are two young Toms, and two dog Tommies--
each with--two tails. _Bacche, parce--precor--precor_--Jacob, where art
thou?--_Ego sum tu es_--thou art--_sumus_, we are--where am I?
_Procumbit humi bos_--for Bos--read Dobbs--_amo, amas_--I loved a lass.
_Tityre, tu patulae sub teg-mine_--nay--I quote wrong--then must I be--I
do believe that--I'm drunk."

"And I'm cock sure of it," cried Tom, laughing, as the Dominie fell back
in a state of insensibility.

"And I'm cock sure of it," said old Tom, rolling himself along the deck
to the cabin hatch "that I've as much--as I can stagger--under, at all
events--so I'll sing myself to sleep--'cause why--I'm happy. Jacob--
mind you keep all the watches to-night--and Tom may keep the rest." Old
Tom then sat up, leaning his back against the cabin hatch, and commenced
one of those doleful ditties which are sometimes heard on the forecastle
of a man-of-war; he had one or two of the songs that he always reserved
for such occasions. While Tom and I dragged the Domini