attempt to go below."

"Nonsense, Morris; the sun has gone down now; follow his example. I
will take you safely," said Ishmael, offering his arm to the old man
in that kind, but peremptory, way that admitted of no denial.

A sailor near at hand came forward and offered his assistance. And
between the two the professor was safely taken down to the second
cabin and deposited in his berth.

A German Jew, who shared the professor's stateroom, saw the party
coming, and exclaimed to a fellow-passenger:

"Tere's tat young shentleman mit his olt man again. Fader Abraham!
he ish von shentleman; von drue shentleman!"

"A 'true gentleman,' I believe you, Isaacs. Why, don't you know who
he is? He is that German prince they've been making such a fuss
over, in the States. I saw his name in the list of passengers.
Prince--Prince Edward of--of Hesse--Hesse something or other, I
forget. They are all Hesses or Saxes up there," said his
interlocutor.

"No, no," objected the Jew. "Dish ish nod he. I know Brince Etwart
ven I see him. He ish von brince, but nod von shentleman. He svears
ad hish mens."

The near approach of the subject of this conversation prevented
farther personal remarks. But when Ishmael had seen his old follower
comfortably in bed, the Jew turned to him and, as it would seem, for