"I really beg your pardon," said he again, "it was quite a mistake;" whereupon the sailor threw the pewter pot at the waiter, saying, "I really beg your pardon, too,"-- and with such force, that it flattened upon the man's head, who fell senseless on the road.

The coachman drove off, and I never heard whether the man was killed or not.
After the coach had driven off, the sailor eyed the gentleman in the plaid cloak for a minute or two, and then said, "When I first looked at you I took you for some officer in mufti; but now that I see you look so sharp after the rhino, it's my idea that you're some poor devil of a Scotchman, mayhap second mate of a marchant vessel--there's half a crown for your services--I'd give you more if I thought you would spend it." The gentleman laughed, and took the half-crown, which I afterwards observed that he gave to a grey-headed beggar at the bottom of Portsdown Hill.

I inquired of him how soon we should be at Portsmouth; he answered that we were passing the lines; but I saw no lines, and I was ashamed to show my ignorance.

He asked me what ship I was going to join.

I could not recollect her name, but I told him it was painted on the outside of my chest, which was coming down by the waggon; all that I could recollect was that it was a French name.
"Have you no letter of introduction to the captain ?" said he.
"Yes I have," replied I; and I pulled out my pocket-book in which the letter was.