afe to inquire into my character, and my pehaviour, and my
deserts, which, under Cot, I hope, will entitle me to the vacancy of
surgeon." As he proceeded in his speech, he continued advancing towards
the captain, whose nostrils were no sooner saluted with the aromatic
flavour that exhaled from him, than he cried with great emotion, "Heaven
preserve me! I am suffocated! Fellow, fellow, away with thee! Curse
thee, fellow! Get thee gone! I shall be stunk to death!" At the noise of
his outcries, his servants ran into his apartment, and he accosted them
thus: "Villains! cut-throats! traitors! I am betrayed! I am sacrificed!
Will you not carry that monster away? or must I be stifled with the
stench of him? oh, oh!" With these interjections he sank down upon his
settee in a fit: his valet-de-chambre plied him with a smelling-bottle,
one footman chafed his temples with Hungary water, another sprinkled the
floor with spirits of lavender, a third pushed Morgan out of the cabin;
who coming to the place where I was, sat down with a demure countenance
and, according to his custom, when he received any indignity which he
durst not revenge, began to sing a Welsh ditty.

I guessed he was under some agitation of spirits and desired to know
the cause; but, instead of answering me directly, he asked with great
emotion, if I thought him a monster and a stinkard? "A monster and a
stinkard!" said I, with some surprise: "did anybody call you so?" "Cot
is my judge," replied be, "Captain Fifle did call me both; ay, and all
the waters in the Tawy will not wash it out of my remembrance. I do
affirm and avouch, and maintain, with my soul, and my pody, and my
plood, look you, that I have no smells apout me, but such as a Christian
ought to have, except the effluvia of tobacco, which is a cephalic,
odoriferous, aromatic herb; and he is a son of a mountain goat who says
otherwise. As for my being a minister, let that be as it is: I am as Cot
was pleased to create me, which, peradventure, is more than I shall ever
aver of him who gave me that title; for I will proclaim it before the
world, that he is disguised, and transfigured, and transmogrified, with
affectation and whimseys; and that he is more like a papoon than of the
human race."

CHAPTER XXXV

Captain Whiffle sends for me--his situation described--his surgeon
arrives, prescribes for him, and puts him to bed--a bed is put up for
Mr. Simper contiguous to the state room, which, with other