Everybody wanted everybody else's traps to be put down, below, and their own little this, and little that, kept up: one group, a man, wife, and child, particularly engaged my attention; the age of the child, independent of the dialogue, showed that the honeymoon was passed.
WIFE.--"Now, William, my dear, _do_ keep that little box up!" HUSBAND.--"Hi! there; keep that hat-box of mine up!" (_Aside_,) "Never mind your box, my dear, _it_ wont hurt." WIFE.--"Oh, William, there's my little cap-box going down! it will be broken, in pieces." HUSBAND.--"Oh! don't be afraid, my dear, they'll take care of it.

Stop, my man, that's my desk; give it me here," &c.

&c.
The dialogue was brought to a sudden stop by the frantic yell of the juvenile pledge of their affections, whose years had not yet reached two figures; a compact little iron-bound box had fallen on his toe, and the poor little urchin's pilliloo, pilliloo, was pitiful.

Mamma began hugging and kissing, while papa offered that handy consolation of, "Never mind, that's a good boy; don't cry." In the meantime, the Jacks had profited by the squall, and, when it ceased, the happy couple had the satisfaction of seeing all their precious boxes buried deep in the hold.
The stream of luggage having stopped, and the human cargo being all on board, we speedily cast off our lashings, and started: fortunately, it was fine weather, for, had there been rain, our ricketty tea-kettle would have afforded us no protection whatever.

On reaching the leviathan, the passengers rushed up hastily, and, armed with walking-sticks or umbrellas, planted themselves like sentries on the deck.