The Steam-Packet: A Tale of the River and the Ocean — page 182: what you’re looking at

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wy PR ee ae oon THE STEAM PACKET. 133 retched a good deal at see. But i am determined to foller my noo mas’er to the end, come storm, come fine. My hambishun is cleer for goin’ the hole hogg; so afore i ventur on my nex voyige twomorer, 1 sit down to tell mi dere jain how i luv her; cos it will bee a conso- lashun to her to no ¢hat, ef i go down, and never kim up agin. I feel jist in a humor to rite down a foo purticklers of the flaim that agitates my buzzim, if it’s only for the eggsample of posteriority. Fokes mite jist as well think o’ dammin’ up the Tems vith saw-dust, or bailin’ out the Channil vith a flour siv, as think o’ stoppin’ the natural coorse 0’ natur, and squenchin’ that there flaim as burns so eggseedin’ brite in my buzzim. And arter lookin’ in your pirty face, jain, no one von’t~ think of askin’ me*Y i luv U. An’ let me tel you, dere jain, the fammili o’ the gibbinses isn’t to be sneesed at: they’re as old as josef’s cote of menny cullers ; and i don’t think that i myself am quite a fule neither. Wen i wos ony a yere and sicks munce old my genus begun to dewellop itself; for i used then to wollop all the boys in our strete; and so, you C, dere jain, i shall be able to purtect U. So mind your 1, jain, and don’t go gallivantin’ vith no one else, cos i’m so jellus 1 can’t abear any faviour to be showed to another. If ever enny body rites a boyhograffy of tom gibbins, they will say he was wiolent but wery tender; and so i mene to be to you, jain; and though the lor does let a man wollop his better arf with a stick not more than a inch in thickness, i won’t use none at.all to you, dere jain ; for 1 do luv U soi don’t no how much. **'The seene of our landin’ at dunkirk was magnifishent and poetikle : it raly makes me fele quite littery-inclined while i describe it. How1 did envy pifpaf to be so cheered! Hoo wouldn’t be a hero? hoo wouldn't be proud of the shouts witch is. shouted for a ginral what conkers with his swored, and a juglar what swallers his? hoo wouldn’t enter into thesperet with witch the populis gretes a paytriot or a prize- fiter 2? Vel, then, hoo wouldn’t be a luminery? The lumineries, jain, is . a kivering themselves with glori, and rapping the wurld in raptur, from Lundun to Bumboy. They is inwestigatin’ distant parts, and takin | notes as they goes, to print °em when they gets home. Mii! what harcheeves to hadd to the clubb’s mew-see’em ! ‘But to-day was a day of dais. The C was all bilin, and ragin’ and foamin, jist for all the wurld like -a pale uv eee, bere. I can’t say as howi ever ad amitey noshun for worter, either eggsternally or internally ; and i raly did think we should ha’ gauin down this here _ blessed mornin’. But here i am saif, and a luvin o’ U, jain. And wen i think of how appy we shall be together, jain, with your fifteen pounds in the Savins bank, and the six pound as the gen’leman wot ran away Gomicbooks (E©)