handle, disappeared under the bed, the next the maid recovered her lost ground. Snarleyyow was first tired of this contention, and to prove that he had no thoughts of abandoning his position, he let go the broom, flew at Babette's naked legs, and having inserted his teeth half through her ankle, he returned growling to his former retreat. "O dear, mein Gott!" exclaimed Babette, dropping her broom, and holding her ankle with both hands. "What shall we do?" cried the widow, wringing her hands. It was indeed a case of difficulty. Mynheer Vandersloosh, before he had quitted this transitory scene, had become a personage as bulky as the widow herself, and the bed had been made unusually wide; the widow still retained the bed for her own use, for there was no knowing whether she might not again be induced to enter the hymeneal state. It occupied more than one half of the room, and the dog had gained a position from which it was not easy for two women to dislodge him; and, as the dog snarled and growled under the bed, so did the widow's wrath rise as she stood shivering—and it was directed against the master. She vowed mentally, that so sure as the dog was under the bed, so sure should his master never get into it. And Babette's wrath was also kindled, now that the first pain of the bite had worn off; she seized the broom again, and made some furious lunges at Snarleyyow, so furious, that he could not regain possession with his teeth. The door of the room had been left open that the dog might escape-so had the street-door; and the widow stood at the foot of the bed, waiting for some such effect being produced by Babette's vigorous attacks; but the effects were not such as she anticipated; the dog became more enraged, and at last sprang out at the foot of the bed, flew at the widow, tore her only garment, and bit her in the leg. Frau Vandersloosh screamed and reeled-reeled against the door left half open, and falling against it, slammed it to with her weight, and fell down shrieking. Snarleyyow, who probably had intended to make off, seeing that his escape was prevented, again retreated under the bed, and as soon as he was there he recommenced an attack upon Babette's legs. Now, it appears, that what the united courage of the two females could not accomplish, was at last effected by their united fears. The widow Vandersloosh gained her legs as soon as she could, and at first opened the door to run out, but her night dress was torn to ribbons in front. She looked at her situation-modesty conquered every other feeling—she burst into tears, and exclaiming, "Mr. Vanslyperken! Mr. Vanslyperken!" she threw herself in an ecstacy of grief and rage on the centre of the bed. At the same moment the teeth of the dog were again fixed upon the ankles of Babette, who also shrieked, and threw herself on the bed, and upon her mistress. The bed was a good bed, and had for years done its duty; but you may even overload a bed, and so it proved in this instance. The united weights of the mistress and the maid coming down upon it with such emphasis, was more than the bed could bear -the sacking gave way altogether, and the mattress which they lay upon was now supported by the floor. But this misfortune was their preservation-for when the mattress came down, it came down upon Snarleyyow. The animal contrived to clear his loins, or he would have perished; but he could not clear his long mangy tail, which was now caught and firmly fixed in a new species of trap, the widow's broadest proportions having firmly secured him by it. Snarleyyow pulled, aud pulled, but he pulled in vain-he was fixedhe could not bite, for the mattress was between them-he pulled, and he howled, and barked, and turned himself every way, and yelped; and had not his tail been of coarse and thick dimensions, he might have left it behind him, so great were his exertions; but no, it was impossible. The widow was a widow of substance, as Vanslyperken had imagined, and as she now proved to the dog-the only difference was, that the master wished to be in the very situation the dog was now so anxious to escape from-to wit, tailed on to the widow. Babette, who soon perceived that the dog was so, now got out of the bed, and begging her mistress not to move an inch, and seizing the broom, she hammered Snarleyyow most unmercifully, without any fear of retaliation. The dog redoubled his exertions, and the extra weight of Babette being now removed, he was at last able to withdraw his appendage, and probably feeling that there was now no chance of a quiet night's rest in his present quarters, he made a bolt out of the room down the stairs, and into the street. Babette chased him down, threw the broom at his head as he cleared the threshold, and then bolted the door. "O the beast!" exclaimed Babette, going up stairs again out of breath; "he's gone at last, ma'am.' 66 Yes," replied the widow, rising up with difficulty from the hole made with her own centre of gravity; "and-and his master shall go too. Make love, indeed-the atomy-the shrimp-the dried up stock-fish. Love, quotha-and refuse to hang a cur like that. O dear! O dear! get me something to put on. One of my best chemises all in rags-and his nasty teeth in my leg in two places, Babette. Well, well, Mr. Vanslyperken, we shall see-I don't care for their custom. Mr. Vanslyperken, you'll not sit on my sofa again, I can tell you; -hug your nasty cur-quite good enough for you. Yes, yes, Mr. Vanslyperken." By this time the widow had received a fresh supply of linen from Babette; and as soon as she had put it on she rose from the bed, the fractured state of which again called forth her indignation. 66 Thirty-two years have I had this bed, wedded and single, Babette!" exclaimed the widow. For sixteen years did Í sleep on that bed with the lamented Mr. Vandersloosh-for sixteen years have I slept in it, a lone widow-but never till now did it break down. How am I to sleep to-night? What am I to do, Babette?" 66 or "Twas well it did break down, ma'am," replied Babette, who was smoothing down the jagged skin at her ankles; we should never have got the nasty biting brute out of the house." "Very well-very well. Yes, yes, Mr. Vanslyperken— marriage, indeed, I'd as soon marry his cur." "Mein Gott!" exclaimed Babette. "I think, madam, if you did marry, you would soon find the master as cross as the dog; but I must make this bed." A Babette proceeded to examine the mischief, and found that it was only the cords which tied the sacking which had given way, and considering that they had done their office for thirtytwo years and the strain which had been put upon them after so long a period, there was not much to complain of. new cord was procured, and, in a quarter of an hour, all was right again; and the widow, who had sat in the chair fuming and blowing off her steam, as soon as Babette had turned down the bed turned in again, muttering, "Yes, yes, Mr. Vanslyperken-marriage indeed. Well, well, we shall see. Stop till to-morrow, Mr. Vanslyperken;" and as Babette has closed the curtains, so will we close this chapter. CHAPTER XII. IN WHICH RESOLUTIONS ARE ENTERED I TO IN ALL QUARTERS, AND JEMMY DUCKS IS ACCUSED OF MUTINY FOR SINGING A SONG IN A SNOW-STORM. WHAT were the adventures of Snarleyyow after this awkward interference with his master's speculations upon the widow, until he jumped into the beef boat to go on board of the cutter, are lost for ever; but it is to be supposed that he could not have remained the whole night without making himself disagreeable in some quarter or another. But, as we before observed, we know nothing about it; and, therefore, may be excused if we do not tell. The widow Vandersloosh slept but little that night: her soul was full of vengeance; but although smarting with the imprints of the cur's teeth, still she had an eye to business; the custom of the crew of the cutter was not to be despised, and, as she thought of this, she gradually cooled down. It was not till four o'clock in the morning that she came to her decision and it was a very prudent one, which was to demand the dead body of the dog to be laid at her door before Mr. Vanslyperken should be allowed admittance. This was her right, and if he was sincere, he would not refuse; if he did refuse, it was not at all clear that she should lose the custom of the seamen, over the major part of whom Vanslyperken then appeared to have very little control; and all of whom, she knew, detested him most cordially, as well as his dog. After which resolution the widow Vandersloosh fell fast asleep. But we must return on board, where there was almost as much confusion as there had been on shore. The reappearance of Snarleyyow was considered supernatural, for Smallbones had distinctly told in what manner he had tied him up in the bread-bags, and thrown him into the canal. Whisperings and murmurings were heard all round the cutter's decks. Obadiah Coble shrugged up his shoulders, as he took an extra quidDick Short walked about with lips compressed, more taciturn than ever-Jansen shook his head, muttering, "Te tog is no tog"-Bill Spurey had to repeat to the ship's company the legend of his coming on board over and over again. The only persons who appeared not to have lost their courage were Jemmy Ducks and poor Smallbones, who had been put in his hammock to recover him from his refrigeration. The former said, "that if they were to sail with the devil, it could not be helped, pay and prize-money would still go on;" and the latter, who had quite recovered his self-possession, "vowed that dog or devil, he would never cease his attempts to destroy him if he was the devil, or one of his imps, it was his duty as a Christian to oppose him, and he had no chance of better treatment if he were to remain quiet." The snow-storm continued, and the men remained below, all but Jemmy Ducks, who leaned against the leeside of the cutter's mast, and as the snow fell, sang, to a slow air, the following ditty, it probably being called to his recollection by the state of the weather. 'Twas at the landing-place that's just below Mount Wyse, And Bet and Sue Both stood there too, A shivering by her side, They both were dumb, And both look'd glum, As they watch'd the ebbing tide. Poll put her arms a-kimbo, At the admiral's house look'd she, To thoughts before in limbo, She now a vent gave free. Chorus.-We'll give you a piece of our mind, old Turk, Who ever heard in the sarvice of a frigate made to sail Are with me too, A shivering by my side, They both are dumb, And both look glum, And watch the ebbing tide. Poll put her arms a-kimbo, At the admiral's house look'd she, To thoughts that were in limbo, Let's give him a piece of our mind, my Bet, Chorus.-Let's give him a piece of our mind, my Bet, I had the flour and plums all pick'd, and suet all chopp'd fine, I pawn'd my ear-rings for the beef, it weigh'd at least a stone, Here's Bet and Sue Who stand here too, A shivering by my side; They both are dumb, They both look glum, And watch the ebbing tide. Poll put her arms a-kimbo, At the admiral's house look'd she, To thoughts that were in limbo, You've got a turkey, I'll be bound, With which you will be cramm'd; I'll give you a bit of my mind, old hound, Chorus.-I'll give you a bit of my mind, old hound, I'm sure that in this weather they cannot cook their meat, |