mong the ice of the antarctic seas! That would be a
fit punishment for their impudence and covetousness."

"I suppose, sir, they think that they have the same right to sail on the
ocean that others have. Seals and whales are the gifts of God, and one
person has no more right to them than another."

"You forget, Mary, that one man may have a secret that another doesn't
know. In that case he ought not to go prying about like an old woman in a
village neighbourhood. Read on, child, read on, and let me know the worst
at once."

"I shall sail to-morrow, having finished all my business here, and hope to
be off Cape Horn in twenty days, if not sooner. In what manner I am to get
rid of Daggett, I do not yet know. He outsails me a little on all tacks,
unless it be in very heavy weather, when I have a trifling advantage over
him. It will be in my power to quit him any dark night; but if I let him
go ahead, and he should really have any right notions about the position
of the islands, he might get there first, and make havoc among the seals."

"Awful, awful!" interrupted the deacon, again; "that would be the worst of
all! I won't allow it; I forbid it--it shall not be."

"Alas! uncle, poor Roswell is too far from us, now, to hear these words.
No doubt the matter is long since decided, and he has acted according to
the best of his judgment."

"It is terrible to have one's property so far away! Government ought to
have steam-boats, or packets of some sort, running between New York and
Gape Horn, to carry orders back and forth.--But we shall never have things
right, Mary, so long as the democrats are uppermost."

By this remark, which savours very strongly of a species of censure that
is much in fashion in the coteries of that Great Emporium, which it is the
taste and pleasure of its people to term a _commercial_ emporium,
especially among elderly ladies, the reader will at once perceive that the
deacon was a federalist, which was somewhat of a novelty in Suffolk,
thirty years since. Had he lived down to our own times, the old man would
probably have made all the gyrations in politics that have distinguished
the school to which he would have belonged, and, without his own
knowledge, most probably, would have been as near an example of perpetual
motion as the world will ever see, through his devotion to what are now
called "Whig Principles." We are no great politician, but time has given
us the means of comparing; and we often s