older than his ship; a worthy man, but too old for the duty required of him. He was an Irishman, dressed with all the neatness and precision of a Quaker, and he uniformly wore a coat of a bright green color. The mate (Mattson) was a Swede, a clever fellow, and every inch a sailor, and was, I believe, the only one of the ship's company who was adequate to his station. My little captain, in his capacity as agent, had charge of all the stores and provisions that were on board for the subsistence of the Americans, and the quantity to be distributed to each was prescribed by regulation, and was the same as allowed on board of our national vessels. It was my duty, each day, to see to the distribution of the provisions, and to keep an account of them. In cutting up and serving out I had two men to assist me. With the exception of the eleven in the cabin, all the Americans lodged in the main hold; the crew of the ship in the forecastle. We put to sea on the 3d, and had a tolerable fair time of it for three or four days, when we encountered a storm, which severely tried the mettle of our crazy old ship, and carried away her topmasts. With the assistance of the Americans, when the gale abated, she was soon put to rights. The gale, however, increased our leak, and it was lucky for us that after this we had fair weather. After awhile the agent began to be unpopular. He had been "hail fellow, well met" with every one in Dartmoor, but he began to put on "quarter-deck airs," and these, his old associates could not away with. It was, besides, suspected that he was partial to the cabin mess, and it was rumored that sundry bottles of good wine, and some porter, which had been laid in as hospitalstores, had been made free with in the cabin. There was too much truth in this, notwithstanding the remonstrances of the surgeon, a worthy young Englishman, an assistant-surgeon in the royal navy, and yclept Lichmore Hathaway. I foresaw the brewing storm, and warned him of it; but the captain was a child of destiny, and did not heed the warning. At last, one day, it was discovered that part of the contents of a cask of oatmeal had been abstracted, and no "burgoo" had been served to the messes. The match was now put to the train, and the explosion followed. A meeting was called, forward of the mainmast; the case was stated to them; speeches were made; and finally, a resolution was unanimously passed, requiring the captain to abdicate. This he refused to do, stating, that the provisions were put under his charge by Mr. Ingraham, and that he was accountable to our government for their proper disposal. Things seemed now to be taking an angry turn, when the matter was compromised by an agreement, that the captain should remain nominally as agent, but that the distribution of the provisions should be under my charge, and that the men in the hold should choose a committee of three of their number to see fair play. Tranquillity was restored, and the committee was chosen. I got along now very well in distributing the provisions; there was no complaining, except from an old Connecticut captain of three score years, who had become querulous from age and infirmities. He fancied that his own and some other messes were not dealt justly with, in the distribution of the fat pieces of beef, and he endeavored to stir them up to a "sudden flood of mutiny." I do not know but that he would have succeeded, had not the triumvirs stood by me, and one of them was, next to "big Dick," the primest boxer of Dartmoor. We had the small-pox on board, having brought the infection from the depot; three or four were sick, but recovered; but the last one who took it, notwithstanding the most assiduous attentions of our surgeon, died. I know not his name nor his history; for he was delirious when I first visited him in company with the surgeon, and he seemed to be a lonely and neglected one. None came near him, either from dread of the infection, or from some circumstances in his character and life, but us two, and an old weather-beaten and one-eyed sailor of three-score years of age; he waited upon him with the affection of a father, and handled him as tenderly as he would a child. I was with him when he died, a mild afternoon, in the early days of June; the sun, which was fast sinking into its bed in the far-off ocean horizon, threw a t few faint, slanting beams down the We were bound to Norfolk, in Vir- knew where we were, and when was We were drawing near the coast, "You all do know, that in the Lupercal In the meanwhile the old captain older than his ship; a worthy man, but too old for the duty required of him. He was an Irishman, dressed with all the neatness and precision of a Quaker, and he uniformly wore a coat of a bright green color. The mate (Mattson) was a Swede, a clever fellow, and every inch a sailor, and was, I believe, the only one of the ship's company who was adequate to his station. My little captain, in his capacity as agent, had charge of all the stores and provisions that were on board for the subsistence of the Americans, and the quantity to be distributed to each was prescribed by regulation, and was the same as allowed on board of our national vessels. It was my duty, each day, to see to the distribution of the provisions, and to keep an account of them. In cutting up and serving out I had two men to assist me. With the exception of the eleven in the cabin, all the Americans lodged in the main bold; the crew of the ship in the forecastle. We put to sea on the 3d, and had a tolerable fair time of it for three or four days, when we encountered a storm, which severely tried the mettle of our crazy old ship, and carried away her topmasts. With the assistance of the Americans, when the gale abated, she was soon put to rights. The gale, however, increased our leak, and it was lucky for us that after this we had fair weather. After awhile the agent began to be unpopular. He had been "hail fellow, well met" with every one in Dartmoor, but he began to put on "quarter-deck airs," and these, his old associates could not away with. It was, besides, suspected that he was partial to the cabin mess, and it was rumored that sundry bottles of good wine, and some porter, which had been laid in as hospitalstores, had been made free with in the cabin. There was too much truth in this, notwithstanding the remonstrances of the surgeon, a worthy young Englishman, an assistant-surgeon in the royal navy, and yclept Lichmore Hathaway. I foresaw the brewing storm, and warned him of it; but the captain was a child of destiny, and did not heed the warning. At last, one day, it was discovered that part of the contents of a ask of oatmeal had been abstracted, and no "burgoo" had been served to the messes. The match w to the train, and the explosi A meeting was called, for mainmast; the case was sta speeches were made; and solution was unanimously quiring the captain to abd he refused to do, stating, t visions were put under his Mr. Ingraham, and that countable to our governme proper disposal. Things to be taking an angry turn. matter was compromised b ment, that the captain sho nominally as agent, but tha bution of the provisions sho my charge, and that the hold should choose a commit of their number to see fair p quillity was restored, and the was chosen. I got along now very we buting the provisions; the complaining, except from necticut captain of three s who had become querulou and infirmities. He fanci own and some other messe dealt justly with, in the dis the fat pieces of beef, and he to stir them up to a "sudd mutiny." I do not know would have succeeded, ha triumvirs stood by me, and o was, next to "big Dick," t boxer of Dartmoor. We had the small-pox having brought the infectio depot; three or four were si covered; but the last one w notwithstanding the most as tentions of our surgeon, died not his name nor his histo was delirious when I first v in company with the surge seemed to be a lonely and one. None came near him, e dread of the infection, or f circumstances in his charact but us two, and an old weat and one-eyed sailor of three-s of age; he waited upon hin affection of a father, and ha as tenderly as he would a chi with him when he died, ar noon, in the early days of sun, which was fast sinking i in the far-off ocean horizon here, and bending new ones there; and having got the dainty Ariel somewhat in flying order, they cracked on her. By night-fall the old ship seemed to have renewed her age again, and she bounded through the water "like a thing of life." She seemed to answer the commands of her new masters, as if they possessed the magic of Prospero. We now walked over the waters merrily; every thing went on prosperously and harmoniously, and in eight days we cast anchor in New-York, it being the 9th of June. The Americans immediately left the ship, each one scattering in such direction as pleased him; and in an hour, Captain Falvey would have been puzzled to find them, if he had persevered in his determination to punish them. My mess-mate was well acquainted in New-York; he went to a tip-top boarding house, taking me with him, after we had performed thorough ablutions, and deposited our old clothes, charged with the filthy vermin of Dartmoor, in the bottom of the river. I remained here two or three days, and then left in a sloop bound for Providence. She had been taken up by the corporation of New-York, to convey to that port the released captives who belonged in the eastern states. ness. I parted at New-York with my little mess-mate, and I never saw him again under circumstances that gave me any pleasure in the recognition. Once or twice I had the opportunity (which I hope I improved) of repaying him in some measure his many acts of kindHe has gone home, but he has children and friends yet remaining, and I have purposely omitted his name and some facts, that they may not recognise in my description the faults and follies of their friend and father. Some few who knew me at Dartmoor, and they are but a few, (for to the mass I was wholly unknown,) will recognise in these pages the writer; they will also recognise my messmate; and they will do me the justice to bear witness that, in the portraiture, I have softened down the faults, and thrown into prominence the good qualities of the object. We arrived at Providence after a run of 24 hours, and immediately took stage-coaches for Boston. We reached Boston about 10 o'clock at night, in as profuse a rain as the month of June ever produces. We went to a tavern, (I suppress the locality,) but the barkeeper refused to entertain us, and the master of the house had retired. We told him that we could pay for our entertainment; it mattered not to him, we should not stay there; we requested leave to sleep in the barn, but he was inexorable, and trudge we must. I must confess that our appearance was not very prepossessing, for we were prison-worn, travel-worn, and weatherworn. At last, one of my companions, then a sailor, now a retired ship-master, enjoying a well-earned competency, proposed to me to accompany him to a boarding-house in Ann-street, where he was acquainted, and he offered to be the pilot. I accepted the proposition, and we started; we went up one street and down another, the rain falling in torrents, till at last he acknowledged that he had lost his reckoning. We saw no house open, and we might as well walk as stand still, so on we trudged, splashing the mud about us, abiding "the peltings of the pitiless storm,” till at last we came to a bridge; we thought it was Charles river bridge, and we kept on, meaning to foot it to Salem, over the turnpike. On the middle of the bridge we were met by two watchmen; we told them our story, and they informed us that we were on the road to Cambridge, and they proposed to us to accompany them to the watchhouse. This we declined, with thanks for their civility, and trudged on until nearly morning, when we came again to the inhospitable tavern, which we found open, for after we had left it, the master was awakened by the noise of the altercation, and had come down, and given permission to our men to remain in his bar-room. His beds he preserved intact to their pressure, for he was afraid of the vermin, and it was not an unwise precaution. Before morning, one of the coachmen of the Salem line, who lodged in this house, came down below. Those of us who belonged to Salem and Beverly freighted his coach, and before it was still light, we were rattling over the turnpike road to Salem. When the sun was just rising, I hove in sight of the humble dwelling of my parents, to which, in all my wanderings, |