howed his phiz. He was dressed in the usual sailor's garb,
jacket and trousers, with a black handkerchief slung round his neck,
and a low-crowned glazed hat on his head. The immense breadth of his
shoulders, solidity of chest, with a neck like the "lord of the
pasture," gave him the weighty bearing and bold front of an
eighty-four, while his open, bluff, and manly countenance at once
proclaimed him to be the true man-of-war's man, and tar of old
England. Jack's story is soon told:--besides being a King George's
man, he had been a bold smuggler, and had his starboard leg carried
away in an affray with the Custom sharks.

We were struck with something like admiration at beholding such a
model of the favourite class of this country, and very naturally
followed his motions, taking an interest in every little peculiarity,
they being exactly what have been represented by Smollett, and other
naval sketchers, as the characteristics of a tar of the old school.

Jack thumped away to a seat, clapped his pot of beer upon the table,
and threw down his hat alongside. He then very gravely took out of his
mouth a tolerable sized quid of tobacco, and, having safely deposited
that treasure in his jacket pocket, sent, the next moment, a torrent
of Virginian juice below the bars. These preliminaries being over, he
proceeded to rummage forth the contents of his bag; and among the odds
and ends, hauled out a substantial piece of the wing of an ox, and
showed that his cruise had not been a bad one. With this goodly
blunter of the keen edge of hungry appetite securely clutched in his
fist, it may be supposed that the jack-knife did not lag behind;
indeed, he had evidently enjoyed many a north-easter, for his
appetite appeared to be of that sort which brooks no delay; never once
allowing him to answer the many questions that were addressed to him,
as "What cheer to-day, Jack?" &c., or so much as to give his grinders
one moment's rest, save, and only then when he took a hearty pull at
Messrs. Perkins and Co.

This highly-refreshing task being over, he handed a portion of his
grub, and a draught of porter, to a decently-dressed young man, who
had apparently nothing to chew, save his own thoughts. Then drawing
from his pocket his old crony--the pipe, and stretching forth his
timber toe, to feel as it were at home, commenced addressing the young
fellow as follows. And here let us remind the reader, that it will be
impossible for us to describe a