mood. The wooden-legged sailor, Jack,
our old friend, would have given them "Rude Boreas," but only stiff
Mr. Grog would not let him; and, after one or two ineffectual attempts
to clear his throat was persuaded to stagger off to his berth above
stairs, respectably propped on one side by his mate, a _gemman_
rather top heavy, and his noble timber supporter on the other.

York who had slept the sleep of "deep sleep," never once being
disturbed by the din,--for as the seaman is used to the roar of the
ocean, so the cadger is used to the roar of revelry,--now opened his
eyes, and feeling his lungs and his spirits in refreshing order, made
bold to rehearse the exploits of "Bauld Turpin," that mischievous
blade; but, unfortunately for his talents as a vocalist, sung it so
much in the dry and drawling dialect of a canny Doncaster lad, that
the whole company, one and all, were fit to split their sides at York.

Songs, English, Irish, and even Welsh ditties, were bawled and drawled
out, until one after one sunk into the arms of the sleeping god.

The master and his man seized this favourable opportunity to haul and
coax away a number to bed. Harlequin, who had become fresh again, as
he would have termed it, raised the Welshman who had had the fray in
his arms, as if he had been a child, and carried him above stairs to
his resting-place. York was led most lovingly out by a comely maiden
from the mountains of Wales, who had lately become his wife for so
long a time.

By the by, this is a great place for the ancient Britons; numbers of
whom, with their Welsh names and broken English, make this house their
home. There, there might be seen, William Williams fra Glamorganshire,
and Hugh Morgan fra Glamorganshire, and David Jones fra Swansea, and
Thomas Thomas fra Monmouthshire; with a host of round-faced, and had
once been decent, man-hatted wenches.

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CHAPTER XIII.

THE CLOSE OF THE NIGHT.

The point of time was now moving fast to the stroke of four. The
nymphs of the _pave_, who made this place their habitation, were all
returned from the toils of the night. About a dozen or two of both
sexes were gathered together around the fire, chatting of the various
occurrences of the preceding day, or otherways quietly amusing
themselves. The females--the most of whom cohabited with the men now
in the kitchen--were a miscellaneous set; cadgers, flower-girls,
servants out of place--or of that class denominated