"Now in the fervid noon the smooth bright sea Heaves slowly, for the wandering winds are dead That stirred it into foam.

The lonely ship Rolls wearily, and idly flap the sails Against the creaking masts.

The lightest sound Is lost not on the ear, and things minute Attract the observant eye." RICHARDSON.
Thus terminated the setting-down, like many others that Captain Cuffe had resolved to give, but which usually ended in a return to good-nature and reason.

The steward was told to set a plate for Mr.Griffin among the other guests, and then the commander of the frigate followed the lieutenant on deck.

Here he found every officer in the ship, all looking at le Feu-Follet with longing eyes, and most of them admiring her appearance, as she lay on the mirrorlike Mediterranean, with the two light sails just holding her stationary.
"A regular-built snake-in-the-grass!" growled the boatswain, Mr.Strand, who was taking a look at the lugger over the hammock cloths of the waist, as he stood on the heel of a spare topmast to do so; "I never fell in with a scamp that had a more d--n-my-eyes look!" This was said in a sort of soliloquy, for Strand was not exactly privileged to address a quarter-deck officer on such an occasion, though several stood within hearing, and was far too great a man to enlighten his subordinates with his cogitations.