by
all hands, down to the present Anno Domini, 1834, and twenty-second of
October,) that any of their sisterhood ever fell in love "at sight," as
brokers call it, or that her eyes influenced her heart. With regard to
the female, who, in early life, takes up the "trade and mystery" of a
fashionable belle, _ex officio_ a coquet and a flirt, this is in some
measure true; for I have observed, that very beautiful women of that
description, who have had at their feet wealth, and talent, and
eloquence, and virtue, generally "close their concerns" by marrying
sots, fools, gamblers, rakes, or brutes; they seem to choose their
husbands as old maiden ladies do their lap-dogs; which are invariably
the most cross, ugly, ill-tempered, filthy, noisy, little scoundrels,
that the entire canine family can muster. But their practice is at
variance with their profession. It is physically and morally impossible
that women, whose chief strength consists in external appearance and
show, should hold in light esteem external appearance and show in our
sex; and, if they are not guided by their eyes in the choice of their
lovers, I should like to know what the d--l they are guided by; for in a
company of feather-pated girls, the chief object of ridicule is the
personal defects of their male acquaintance.

Time, that stands still with married men, and sometimes with old
bachelors, flies with lovers; and the sun's "lower limb" was dipping in
the haze, that skirted the western horizon, when the steward came on
deck, and informed the ladies and gentlemen that coffee was ready, and,
accordingly, they descended into the cabin. After this refreshment,
preparations were made for going ashore. Morton and Coffin ran on deck,
to get the whips ready; and the former, calling his own boat's crew aft,
had his boat lowered down from the quarter-davits, and brought to the
gangway, while the governor's bargemen were lighting fresh segars. With
a few words of explanation to the second officer, Morton sprang into his
boat, and, in a few minutes, Isabella and her two cousins were safely
stowed in the stern-sheets. The bowman obeyed the command, "shove off;"
the swift boat, impelled by five strong-limbed seamen, flew like a
swallow across the bay, and reached the landing-place at least ten
minutes before the cumbrous barge of his excellency bounced her broad
nose against the side of the quay, and recoiled, like a battering-ram.

Morton improved the time he was on the