e deck
again, and dinner is ready: and about two hours after dinner comes
tea; and then there is brandy-and-water, which he eagerly presses as
a preventive against what may happen; and about this time you pass
the Foreland, the wind blowing pretty fresh; and the groups on deck
disappear, and your wife, giving you an alarmed look, descends, with her
little ones, to the ladies' cabin, and you see the steward and his boys
issuing from their den under the paddle-box, with each a heap of
round tin vases, like those which are called, I believe, in America,
expectoratoons, only these are larger.

. . . . . .

The wind blows, the water looks greener and more beautiful than
ever--ridge by ridge of long white rock passes away. "That's Ramsgit,"
says the man at the helm; and, presently, "That there's Deal--it's
dreadful fallen off since the war;" and "That's Dover, round that there
pint, only you can't see it." And, in the meantime, the sun has plumped
his hot face into the water, and the moon has shown hers as soon as ever
his back is turned, and Mrs.--(the wife in general,) has brought up
her children and self from the horrid cabin, in which she says it
is impossible to breathe; and the poor little wretches are, by the
officious stewardess and smart steward (expectoratoonifer), accommodated
with a heap of blankets, pillows, and mattresses, in the midst of which
they crawl, as best they may, and from the heaving heap of which are,
during the rest of the voyage, heard occasional faint cries, and sounds
of puking woe!

Dear, dear Maria! Is this the woman who, anon, braved the jeers and
brutal wrath of swindling hackney-coachmen; who repelled the insolence
of haggling porters, with a scorn that brought down their demands at
least eighteenpence? Is this the woman at whose voice servants tremble;
at the sound of whose steps the nursery, ay, and mayhap the parlor, is
in order? Look at her now, prostrate, prostrate--no strength has she
to speak, scarce power to push to her youngest one--her suffering,
struggling Rosa,--to push to her the--the instrumentoon!

In the midst of all these throes and agonies, at which all the
passengers, who have their own woes (you yourself--for how can you help
THEM?--you are on your back on a bench, and if you move all is up with
you,) are looking on indifferent--one man there is who has been watching
you with the utmost care, and bestowing on your helpless family the
te