When this excellent old man said that, Mr. Slick did not
enter into his feelings--he did not do him justice. His
attachment to and veneration for his aged pastor and
friend were quite filial, and such as to do honour to
his head and heart. Those persons who have made character
a study, will all agree, that the cold exterior of the
New England man arises from other causes than a coldness
of feeling; much of the rhodomontade of the attache,
addressed to Mr. Hopewell, was uttered for the kind
purpose of withdrawing his attention from those griefs
which preyed so heavily upon his spirits.

"Minister," said Mr. Slick, "come, cheer up, it makes me
kinder dismal to hear you talk so. When Captain McKenzie
hanged up them three free and enlightened citizens of
ours on board of the--Somers--he gave 'em three cheers.
We are worth half a dozen dead men yet, so cheer up. Talk
to these friends of ourn, they might think you considerable
starch if you don't talk, and talk is cheap, it don't
cost nothin' but breath, a scrape of your hind leg, and
a jupe of the head, that's a fact."

Having thus engaged him in conversation with his friends,
we proceeded on board the steamer, which, in a short
time, was alongside of the great "Liner." The day was
now spent, and Mr. Hopewell having taken leave of his
escort, retired to his cabin, very much overpowered by
his feelings.

Mr. Slick insisted on his companions taking a parting