there!" shouted Barny, giving the tiller to one of his messmates, and standing at the bow of his boat. Brig-ahoy, there! Bad luck to you; go 'long out o' my nor-aist coorse." The brig, instead of obeying his mandate, hove to, and lay right ahead of the hooker. "Oh look at this," shouted Barny, and he stamped on the deck with rage "look at the blackguards where they're stayin', just a-purpose to ruin an unfort'nate man like me. My heavy hathred to you; quit this minit, or I'll run down an yez; and if we go to the bottom, we'll hant you for ever more-go 'long out o' that, I tell you. The curse o' Crummil an you, you stupid vagabones, that won't go out in a man's nor-aist coorse!!"

From cursing Barny went to praying as he came closer" For the tendher mercy o' heavin, and leave my way. May the Lord reward you, and get you out o' my nor-aist coorse! May angels make your bed in heavin, and don't ruinate me this a-way." The brig was immovable, and Barny gave up in despair, having cursed and prayed himself hoarse, and finished with a duet volley of prayers and curses together, apostrophising the hard case of a man being "done out of his nor-aist coorse."

"To be sure we have; throth if we had n't, this 'd be a bad place to go a beggin'." "What have you eatable?" "The finest o' scalpeens." "What are scalpeens ?"

"Why, you 're mighty ignorant, intirely," said Barny, "why, scalpeens is pickled mackarel."

"Then you must give us some, for we have been out of everything eatable these three days, and even pickled fish is better than nothing."

It chanced that the brig was a West India trader, that unfavorable winds had delayed much beyond the expected period of time on her voyage, and though her water had not failed, everything eatable had been consumed, and the crew reduced almost to helplessness. In such a strait, the arrival of Barny O'Reirdon and his "scalpeens" was a most providential succor to them, and a lucky chance for Barny, for he got in exchange for his pickled fish a handsome return of rum and sugar, much more than

equivalent to their value. Barny lamented much, however, that the brig was not bound for Ireland; that he might practice his own peculiar system of navigation; but as staying with the brig could do no good, he got himself put into his nor-aist coorse once more, and ploughed away towards home.

The disposal of his cargo was great good luck to Barny in more ways than one. In the first place he found the most profitable market he could have had; and, secondly, it enabled him to cover his retreat from the difficulty which was still before him, of not getting to Fingal, after all his dangers, and, consequently, being open to discovery and disgrace. All these beneficial results were not thrown away upon one of Barny's readiness to avail himself of every point in his favor; and, accordingly, when they left the brig, Barny said to his companions, "Why, thin, boys, 'pon my conscience but I'm as proud as a horse wid a wooden leg this minit, that we met them poor unfort'nate craythers this blessed day, and was enabled to extend our charity to them. Sure an' it's lost they'd be only for our comin' across them, and we, through the blessin' o' God, enabled to do an act of mercy, that is feedin' the hungry; and sure every good work we do here is before us in heaven-and that's a comfort, anyhow. To be sure, now that the scalpeens is sowld, there's no use in going to Fingal, and we may as well jist go home. To the divil now wid Terry O'Sullivan, what does he know what's an ilegant place? What knowledge has he of iligance? I'll go bail he never was half as far a navigatin' as we -he wint the short cut, I go bail, and never daur'd for to vinture the round, as I did.

Nothing particular occurred for the two succeeding days, during which time Barny most religiously pursued his nor-aist coorse, but the third day produced a new and im portant event. A sail was discovered on the horizon, and in the direction Barny was steering, and a couple of hours made him tolerably certain that the vessel in sight was an American; for, though it is needless to say, he was not very conversant in such matters, yet from the frequency of his seeing Americans trading to Ireland, his eye had become sufficiently accustomed to their lofty and tapering spars, and peculiar smartness of rig, to satisfy him that the ship before him was of transatlantic build: nor was he wrong in his conjecture.

Barny now determined on a manœuvre,

He was answered by a shrewd Yankee captain.

"Faix, an' it's glad I am to see your honor agin," said Barny.

The Yankee had never been to Ireland, and told Barny so, and that a pilot was wanted for Cove.

"You know Cove?" said the American. "Is it the Cove o' Cork, why?" "Yes."

"I was bred an' born there, and pilots as many ships into Cove as any other two min out of it."

Barny thus sheltered his falsehood under the idiom of his language.

"But what brought you so far out to sea?" asked the captain.

"We wor lyin' out lookin' for ships that wanted pilots, and there kem an the terriblest gale o' wind aff the land, an' blew us out to say intirely, an' that's the way iv it, your honor."

"I calculate we got a share of the same gale: 't was from the nor-east."

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Oh, directly!" said Barny, "faith you're right enough, 't was the nor-aist coorse we wor an sure enough; but no matter now that we've met wid you-sure we 'll have a job home anyhow."

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Well, get aboard then," said the Amer

"I will in a minit, your honor, when I just spake a word to my comrades here."

"Why sure it's not goin' to turn pilot you are?" said Jemmy, in his simplicity of heart.

"Whisht, you omadhaun!" said Barny, "or I'll cut the tongue out o' ye. Now, mind me, Pether; you don't und herstan' navigashin' and the various branches o' knowledge, an' so all you have to do is to follow the ship when I get into her, an' I'll show you the way home."

Barny then got aboard the American vessel, and begged of the captain, that as he had been out at sea so long, and had gone through "a power o' hardships intirely," that he would be permitted to go below and turn in to take a sleep, "for, in throth, it's myself and sleep that is sthrayngers for some time," said Barny; "an' if your honor 'll be plazed I'll be thankful if you won't

Barny's request was granted, and it will not be wondered at, that after so much fatigue of mind and body, he slept profoundly for four and twenty hours. He then was called, for land was in sight; and when he came on deck, the captain rallied him upon the potency of his somniferous qualities, and "calculated" he had never met any one who could sleep "four and twenty hours on a stretch before."

"Oh, sir," said Barny, rubbing his eyes, which were still a little hazy," whiniver I go to sleep, I pay attention to it."

The land was soon neared, and Barny put in charge of the ship, when he ascer tained the first land mark he was acquainted with; but as soon as the head of Kinsale hove in sight, Barny gaye a 66 whoo," and cut a caper that astonished the Yankees, and was quite inexplicable to them, though, we flatter ourselves, it is not to those who do Barny the favor of reading his adventures.

"Oh! there you are, my darlint ould head! an' where's the head like you! throth it's little I thought I'd ever set eyes on your good-looking faytures agin." In such half-muttered exclamations did Barny apostrophise each well-known point of his native shore, and, when opposite the harbor of Kinsale, he spoke the hooker, that was somewhat astern, and ordered Jemmy and Peter to put in there, and tell Molly immediately that he was come back, and would be with her as soon as he could after piloting the ship into Cove.

The Hooker put into Kinsale, and Barny sailed the ship into Cove. It was the first ship he had ever acted the pilot for, and his old luck attended him; no accident befel his charge, and, what was still more extraordinary, he made the American believe he was absolutely the most skilful pilot on the station. So Barny pocketed his pilot's fee, swore the Yankee was a gentleman, for which the Republican did not thank him, wished him good-bye, and then pushed his way home with what Barny swore was the easiest made money he ever had in his life. So Barny got himself paid for piloting the ship that showed him the way home.

MISERY loves company, and so does a marriageable young lady.

DICK SPARROW'S EVENING “OUT.”

IT was with a perceptible amount of nervous excitement that Mr. Richard Sparrow stood in superintendence, while an old fellow-the private watchman of the neighborhood-put up the shutters of the shop in which his father during so many years had carried on the business of a button-maker. This job done, the young gentleman hurriedly retreated to his own chamber, where he completed his evening toilet with as much expedition as is compatible with the nicest care, and whence he soon descended to the diningroom to receive that tribute of admiration from his Aunt Reddish, who was arranging the "tea-things," which the good lady never failed to pay, when a new vest or a stock of novel sprig or tie exacted it.

Our young friend Dick accepted this homage with laudable moderation, only murmuring a few words to the effect, that an "air distingwy" was something that was not readily attainable by all classes of people; and then, changing the subject, begged his aunt to give him an instant cup of tea, as his father would not return from the "Woolpack" for half an hour at least, whither the old gentleman had gone, to smoke his pipe.

"And so you're invited out to supper to Garton's?" remarked Aunt Reddish. "They live a great way off, don't they?" "Delta Villas, Bellevue Road, somewhere between Camden Town and Islington," answered Dick. "I shall know the house by two great stone lions on each side of the door, that sit flanking the steps. But what do you think of old Garton inviting me to supper? Ain't I as fit as any one else I believe you too, to drink champagne, and cry Hip, hip, hurrah! Yes, and return thanks in a neat speech. I think I ought to stand a little higher in his estimation than cold meat and a glass of grog, now he's trying to hook me into marrying his daughter.' "True; but your father says she's a nice girl, and has a bag full of money," suggested Mrs. Reddish.

ment, "I deeply and truly love Maria Wilcocks Garton."

"Ah!" sighed Mrs. Reddish, "when two young hearts are tightly knit together, when there's a harmony-"

"That reminds me," interrupted Dick, "of a capital thing I said yesterday. Prater looked in, and told me he was going to dine with Garton to-day, they're such old friends. But,' says he, 'you're not to suppose he gives this party because he's got into his new house. It's his weddingday that he means to keep.'-' Now, if that ain't fulsome, Prater,' said I. 'A man keep his wedding-day who's got a daughter old enough to be escorted up to the hymeneal altar!'-Ah, but,' says he, Mr. and Mrs. Garton have been a very happy couple all their lives: they have, so help me Dunmow!' And he told me about the Dunmow flitch. You've heard of it Aunt, have you? 'Well,' says I,— for I was aggravated Prater should be asked to dinner, and I not, well, if the Dunmow flitch waited till they claimed it, it would be precious rusty. And,' I says,, I'll lay a side o' Wiltshire to a rasher of streaky, never a week passes but they're at it, hammer and tongs.'

Yes; but mind you, Aunt, there are lots of nice girls, with lots o' tin, that go a-begging now-a-days," returned Dick. "Not but what," he added after a mo

Having obtained satisfactory replies to these queries, Dick hinted at the phthisicky state of his exchequer, and in his most insinuating manner besought the loan of four sovereigns, and his late uncle Reddish's highly-admired ring, the sovereigns merely to have about him, lest they