The coxswain, in obedience to his orders, accompanied me to the Blue Posts.

I packed up my clothes, paid my bill, and the porter wheeled my chest down to the Sally Port, where the boat was waiting.
"Come, heave a-head, my lads, be smart.

The captain says we are to take the young gentleman on board directly.

His liberty's stopped for getting drunk and running after the Dolly Mops!" "I should thank you to be more respectful in your remarks, Mr Coxswain," said I with displeasure.
"Mister Coxswain! thanky, sir, for giving me a handle to my name," replied he.

"Come, be smart with your oars, my lads!" "La, Bill Freeman," said a young woman on the beach, "what a nice young gentleman you have there! He looks like a sucking Nelson.