Look at me! I can 'ave my beer w'en I like, an' no blessed missus an' kids a-crying for bread.

I'm 'appy, I am, with my beer an' mates like you, an' a good ship comin', an' another trip to sea.

So I say, let's 'ave another pint.

Arf an' arf's good enough for me." Without going further with the speech of this young fellow of two-and- twenty, I think I have sufficiently indicated his philosophy of life and the underlying economic reason for it.

Home life he had never known.