“Well, I'm—if I can make anything on it, Jack," grumbled the boatswain; "what are we going to engage now-the Flying Dutchman, or Davy Jones ?"

"Mayhap a whole shole of Joe's mummies, sir," said Jack Sheavehole, with a respectful demeanour, as he cast loose his gun upon the forecastle, and threw his eye along the sight. Suddenly his gaze was fixed, he then raised his head for a moment, looked eagerly in the same direction, and once more glanced along the gun. "Well, I'm blessed if there aint," says he,-his voice echoed among the canvass as he shouted-" two sail on the starboard bow."

"Who's that hailing?" said the captain, as he walked forward to the bows, with his glass under his arm.

"It's Jack Sheavehole, your honour, my lord," replied the boatswain's mate, his eye still steadily fixed upon the objects.

"If they're what I expect, it will be a hundred guineas for you, my man, and, perhaps something better," said his lordship. "Where are they?"

"Just over the muzzle of the gun, my lord," answered Jack, as a fervent wish escaped him, that his lordship's expectations might be realized; for the hundred guineas, and something better, brought to his remembrance Suke and the youngsters.

Lord Eustace took a steady persevering sight through his night glass, as the men went to their quarters, and the ship was made clear for action; his lordship then ascertained the correct distance of the Hippolito ahead to be about two miles. "Get top-ropes rove, Mr. Savage," said he; "heave taut upon 'em, and see all clear for knocking the fids out of the topmasts."

"Ay ay, my lord," responded the boatswain, as he prepared for immediate obedience, but mumbling to himself, "What the will he be at next; rigging the jib-boom out o' the cabin windows, and onshipping the rudder, I suppose. Well, I'm-, if the sarvice arn't going to the devil hand-over-hand; I shouldn't be surprised if we have to take a reef in the mainmast next."

"Mr. Sinnitt," said his lordship, "let them pass a hawser into the cutter," the boat had not been hoisted up again,-" take the plug out, and drop her astern."

"D'ye hear that, Joe?" growled the boatswain; "there'll be more stores expended if she breaks adrift, and I'm ———— if I can make it out; first of all, we goes in chase o' nothing-now here's a couple o' craft in sight, that mayhap may be enemies' frigates,-he's sinking the cutter to stop our way. Well, we shall all be wiser in time."

The strangers were made out to be two ships, standing in for the land, and whilst they were clearly visible to the Spankaway and the Hippolito, the position the moon was in prevented the strangers from seeing the two frigates. At length, however, they did obtain sight of them, and they immediately hauled to the wind, with their heads off shore.

"There's a gun from the prize, sir," shouted one of the men forward, as the booming report of a heavy piece of ordnance came over the waters.

"Run out the two bow-guns through the foremost ports, and fire blank cartridge," said his lordship. Where's the gunner?"-Mr. Blueblazes responded, "Ay ay, my lord."-" Draw all the shot on

the larboard side," continued Lord Eustace, to the great astonishment of the man of powder, and still greater surprise of the old boat

swain.

"Mr. Seymour is making signals, my lord," said the third lieutenant; "and he's altered his course towards the strangers."

"Very good, Mr. Nugent," said his lordship; "let them blaze away with the bow-guns, but be careful not to shot them."

The Hippolito kept discharging her stern chasers as she stood towards the strangers, who made all possible sail away, and the Spankaway fired her bow-guns without intermission, as she pursued her prize.

"What an onmarciful waste of powder," said the boatswain to his mate; "I say, Jack, just shove in a shot to take off the scandal o' the thing."

Whether Jack complied or not, is unknown. The boat astern was cut away, the Spankaway felt relieved, and drew up with the prize; the strangers retained their position, about three or four miles distant, and thus the chase continued till daylight, no one being able to make out what it all meant.

THE CASTLE BY THE SEA.

FROM UHLAND.

AND didst thou see that castle,

That castle by the sea?
The rosy-tinctured cloudlets
Float o'er it bright and free.

"Twould be bending down its shadows
Into the crystal deep,—

In the sunset's rays all glowing

"Twould tower with haughty sweep.

"Ay, wot ye well, I saw it-
That castle by the sea,

And the pale moon standing o'er it,
And mists hung on its lee."

The wind and ocean's rolling,

Was their voice fresh and strong?

Came from its halls the echoes
Of lute and festal song?
"The winds, the waves around it
In sullen stillness slept,
Forth came a song of wailing,-
I heard it, and I wept."
The king and his proud ladye,
Were they pacing that high hall,
With crowns of gold, and girded
In purple and in pall?
And led they not exulting

A maid of rarest mould,
Bright as the sun, and beaming
In tresses all of gold?

"I saw that king and ladye

The crown gemmed not their hair,

Dark mourning weeds were on them-
The maid I saw not there."

E. N.

LEGISLATIVE NOMENCLATURE.

AMONGST THE MOTLEY CHARACTERS AND COMBINATIONS

HOUSE OF COMMONS MAY BE FOUND

A Duke, an Erle, a Bannerman,

A Barron, and a Knight;

A Northland Lord, a Denison,
With Manners most polite.

A Kirk and Chaplin still remain,
Tho' the House has lost its Clerk;
But a Parrott's there to say amen,
And a For and Woulfe to bark!
Saint Andrew, holy man, is gone,
Who Knightley, Neeld, and Praed,*
A Haytort of the poor man's joy,
And Sunday Baker trade.

A Leader, and a Crewe with Spiers,
Conspire against A'Court;

But Dick declares, and Darby swears,
No-el is meant nor Hurt.

They've hunted Roebuck from his hold,
And Buck-ingham and Bruen ;
But a Sheppard stays to guard the fold,
And save the flock from ruin!

There's Cow-per. Bull-ers, and Knatch-bull,
With Lamb-ton, Hinde, and Hogg ;

A brace of Martins, Finch, and Hawkes,
And Pusey in a Bagge!

There's Moles-worth, Duck-worth, Cod-rington,
Three Roches and a Seale;
A Rose, a Plumptre, and a Reid,
With Hawes and Lemon Peel.

A Bold-ero, with Muskett armed,
Goes thro' the Woods to Chute;t

He fires some Rounds, and then brings down
A Heron and Wilde Coote !

Great Dan, with his smooth Winning-ton,
Contrives his Poyntz to Wynn;
For his supple tail has stronger grown,
Tho', alas! he's lost his Finn!

Two Baillies and an Irish Maher,§
And Burroughes, Power, a Bewes ; ||

Two Tory Woods, a Forester,
With Hastie, Vigor, Hughes! ¶

A Cave, a Loch, a Hill, a Fort,

A Divett, and a Trench;

A Fleming and a Bruges, Guest,
With Holland Folkes and Ffrench.

A Hob-house, Wode-house, Powers-court,
Two Est-courts and a Hall;

The Hutt, alas! they've undermined,
And left a Black-stone, Wall!

* Prayed.

↑ Hater.

Shoot. § Mayor. || Abuse.

Hews.

A Marshall-Law, with Power, C. Vere,*
And Foley and Strange-ways;
Three Palmers on a pilgrimage,

A Gally in a Huyes! †

Tho' North and West are both displaced,
An East-hope has been gained;
While East-nor, East and West-enra,
Their stations have maintain'd!

Camp-bells we have, and Durham Bowes,
With one Northumbrian Bell;
From Stirlingshire they 've sent For-bes,§
To Lisburn for Mey-nell! ||

Tho' Beau-clerk and Beau-mont are gone,
We've Fellowes, Hale and Young,
In Style to carry on the Ball,

And dash and Strutt a Long.

A Horsman with Fre-mantle trots
Two Miles to Wynn a Pryse;
Two Walkers, Pryme, the distance run,
More confident than Wyse.

A Chapman with his Packe and Price,
A Potter with his Clay;

A Fresh-field, Baring, Pease, and Rice,
A thriving Field-en Hay.

A Carter, Coopers, Turners, Smiths,
A Collier with his Coles;

A Master-Cartwright with his Maule,
A Bolling-Green and Bowles.

A Black-burn, Blew-itt, and Brown-rigge,
And Black-ett, White, and Grey;
With double Scarlett, Orange-Peel,
And Brown and Green-away.

There's Crawford, Wood, and Pattison,
And Barings passing Rich;

With Money-penny and a Grote,

And Grimston and Grimsditch.

There's Rum-bold, Tancred, and Phill-potts,
A Butler from Kilkenny;

A Heath-coat, Thorn-hill, and Broad-wood,
With Mild-may and Ma-hony.

A Bodkin, Sharpe, Kent Hodges, Bíunt,
A Miller and a Baker;

With sinners, saints, and Methodists,
Socinians, and a Quaker!

Staunch Papists, Presbyterians,

And Churchmen great and small;

With Mathew, Mark, and Luke, and John,
Old Adam and St. Paul!

NOBILITY IN DISGUISE.

BY DUDLEY COSTELLO.

"They name ye before me,
A knell to mine ear;

A shudder comes o'er me.

BYRON.

ONE of the evils of an increasing population is the difficulty of finding names for all the new-comers. As long as the census remained proportionate to the superficies of the country, and every man could entrench himself within the walls of his own domicile, or isolate himself between his own hedges, the principle of individuality continued unassailed; but when, from a thousand causes, the population became doubled, almost within our recollection, and men were forced to herd together, gregarious by compulsion, we felt that a blow had been struck at personal identity which it would require the utmost ingenuity to parry.

Amongst the many responsibilities entailed upon parents, not the least, in these prolific times, is that of providing their offspring with names which shall carry them safely through the wear and tear of after-life without encroaching upon the privileges, or sharing in the disgraces, of others. The man, for instance, who happens to bear the not-impossible name of Smith, and who chooses to christen his son by the not-uncommon one of John, commits an error as fatal as can well be imagined. At school that son is buffeted by mistake, and birched by accident, for the broken windows and invaded orchards: the acts of another John Smith. As he advances towards man's estate, his good reputation is stolen, and a bad one substituted, by the graceless conduct of a namesake. He is dunned for debts he never contracted, rendered liable for hearts he never broke, and imprisoned for assaults he never committed. He is superseded in the affections of his mistress by another John Smith, disinherited on his account, and when he dies-for even Smiths must die-no tear is shed to his memory, no record commemorates his decease; like the pebble which is cast into the ocean, a little circle just marks the spot for a moment, and the waves of oblivion roll over it for ever!

The same melancholy fate haply attends the possessors of the names of Green, Brown, Jones, Robinson, Thompson, and others no less familiar. The destiny of one becomes involved in the general lot of all; the multitude can no more distinguish between them than they can separate one sheep from a flock, or one bee from a swarm. The hand of fate is on the unhappy crowd," they are the victims of its iron rule;" and victimised to a certainty they would have remained, had not a boldly-conceiving individual invented a mode of particularising that which was general, severing the with which bound them in one universal faggot. It was effected in this wise. He considered the name he bore-one of those already alluded to-as being only the type of man; and, spurning at the imbecility or indifference of a godfather, who had thus neutralised his existence at the very outset, he resolved to intercalate certain high-sounding appellations, which of themselves would attract sufficient attention, but, when combined with his own futile denomination, would be sure to strike,