He lower'd with dangerous eye-glance;
His rolling eyes did never rest in place,

But walk'd each way for fear of hid mischance,
Holding a lattice still before his eyes,

Through which he still did peep.

SPENCER.

THE Bailie had been wisped down with straw, washed with soap and water, and dried with a towel by the hostess and Peggy Galravage,—the boards had been replaced as a table, and the ranks of the company restored after their late. discomfiture, and the stoups had begun to circulate with renewed energy, when the door opened, and their attention was attracted by the entrance of a new personage.

This was a tall, swaggering, sea-faring man, dressed in a tawdry anomalous sort of sea uniform, of blue, faced with orange, ornamented with large brass buttons, and broad gold lace. On his head he wore an enormous cocked hat, a huge cutlass was suspended at his side by a broad buff belt, whilst the butt ends of two brace of brass-mounted pistols were seen appearing from his girdle. His black curly hair, and his large whiskers and eyebrows, gave uncommon fierceness to features, naturally handsome, had they not been disfigured by an expression of libertinism, mingled with certain touches of depravity, appearing to argue a ready inclination to crime, and a fitness for executing it, but partially disguised by that look of careless freedom characterizing the hearty sailor on shore.

"Ah! Captain Brandywyn," exclaimed several voices at once. "What? are you come at last? how goes it with you? and what has become of you ?"

"Ha, ha! my boys, all assembled I see!" cried he, as he leered around him. "What cheer, my hearty fellows? So I see you have broke bulk already-is't not prime Bourdeaux, eh ?—

I have thirty casks on board as good-never shipped better since I have been in the trade. I sent that sample ashore, when I was off the head at hap-hazard, just to let you know that I was on the coast, to give you a notion what sort of tipple I carried, and to wet your whistles abit. I would ha' been here at the broaching of I the barrel too, an I had not been afeard of the

hawks to the eastward. But, sink them, they were on the look-out, and I was forced to push away and keep a decent offing; so, taking advantage of the wind, I ran over for the north coast, did a little business there in the meanwhile, and then came walloping back with the breeze that sprung up at sun-set. But just as I was about to take up my anchorage, I saw a suspicious-looking little vessel lying in my very birth, so I hauled my wind and stood off a bit, and though I did see your blaze, I thought it as well to come ashore in my boat, to know how the land might lay before I "

Here he suddenly paused, for having by this time thrown his eyes all round the company, they rested upon Cleaver, when, starting invo

luntarily, and earnestly gazing at him, he exclaimed, "What! Clea-"

His presence of mind seemed to return to him in time to prevent his finishing the word, and correcting himself with uncommon readiness, he added,

"What! Cleghorn among you? no, no, no -I see, I am mistaken;-this damned hovel is so smoky, that I swear I took that good humoured-looking gentleman for the Custom-house Captain himself, and so thought I had thrown my. self into the very jaws of the lion."

"How could you suppose, Captain," said Macgillivray," that we could have such a guest to welcome you? These are two English gentlemen on a pleasure trip in that same little vessel which so alarmed you. Pray let me make you acquainted with one another," continued he, as he led the seemingly unwilling Captain up to the strangers. "Mr Oakenwold, this is our worthy friend, Captain Brandywyn, formerly of the navy, and now commanding a merchantman. He is a rough diamond, Sir, but not the less valuable on that account. And this, Captain Brandywyn, is Captain Cleaver, to whom you

will the rather more naturally draw, as being sons of the same element; for sailors, you know, stick together like pitch."

But never was proposition less borne out by appearances, for Brandywyn seemed to be repelled rather than attracted by the sight of his brother tar, and Cleaver had been too busily employed with some deviled herring roes, done by Peggy Galravage according to his own directions, to notice the entrance of any one. He was nevertheless too polite not to rise when Macgillivray introduced Brandywyn to him. He got up, his fork in his hand, with a large piece of the rich food impaled on it, made his bow, his eye being all the time directed downwards on the morsel about to relish his mouth, and was in the act of saying something civil, without thinking much to whom it was addressed, when Brandywyn drew hastily back, and muttered, in a sulky

tone,

"Pshaw! Macgillivray-curse your Italian politeness! you are enough to sicken a dog with your palaver."

And so saying, he hastened to seat himself beyond Partenclaw, half way down the table