"D--n my eyes, if you call this--start my timbers, brother--look ye, d'ye see--a lousy, lubberly, cowardly son of a--among the breakers, d'ye see--lost my steerage way--split my binnacle; bawl away--O! d--n all arrantry--give me a tight vessel, d'ye see, brother--mayhap you may n't--snatch my--sea-room and a spanking gale-- odds heart, I'll hold a whole year's--smite my limbs; it don't signify talking." Our hero consoled the novice for his disaster, by observing that if he had got some blows he had lost no honour.

At the same time he observed, that it was very difficult, if not impossible, for a man to succeed in the paths of chivalry, who had passed the better part of his days in other occupations, and hinted that, as the cause which had engaged him in this way of life no longer existed, he was determined to relinquish a profession which, in a peculiar manner, exposed him to the most disagreeable incidents.

Crowe chewed the cud upon this insinuation, while the other personages of the drama were employed in catching the horses, which had given their riders the slip.

As for Mr.Sycamore, he was so bruised by his fall, that it was necessary to procure a litter for conveying him to the next town, and the servant was despatched for this convenience, Sir Launcelot staying with him until it arrived.
When he was safely deposited in the carriage, our hero took leave of him in these terms: "I shall not insist upon your submitting to the terms you yourself proposed before this rencontre.

I give you free leave to use all your advantages, in an honourable way, for promoting your suit with the young lady of whom you profess yourself enamoured.