ld　sign　a　penal　bond　to　produce　Negroes　of　the　fourth　descent　equal　in　mind　to　the　best　contemporary　white。　〃You　can　breed　Brains；〃　said　he；　〃under　any　skin；　as　inevitably　as　Fat。　It　takes　time　and　the　right　crosses；　but　so　does　Fator　rather　it　did；　for　Fat　is　an　institution　now。〃　And　here　our　Republican　must　have　a　slap　at　thrones。　〃Compare；〃　said　he；　〃the　opportunities　of　these　distinguished　Gentlemen　and　Ladies　with　their　acts。　Their　seats　have　been　high；　but　their　minds　low；　I　swan。　They　have　been　breeders　for　ages；　and　known　the　two　rudiments　of　the　science；　have　crossed　and　crossed　for　grenadiers；　racehorses；　poultry；　and　prize…bullocks；　and　bred　in　and　in　for　fools；　but　which　of　them　has　ever　aspired　to　breed　a　Newton；　a　Pascal；　a　Shakespeare；　a　Solon；　a　Raphael？　Yet　all　these　were　results　to　be　obtained　by　the　right　crosses；　as　surely　as　a　swift　horse　or　a　circular　sow。　Now　fancy　breeding　shorthorns　when　you　might　breed　long　heads。〃　So　Vespasian　was　to　engender　Young　Africa；　he　was　to　be　first　elevated　morally　and　intellectually　as　high　as　he　would　go；　and　then　set　to　breed；　his　partner；　of　course；　to　be　elected　by　Fullalove；　and　educated　as　high　as　she　would　consent　to　without　an　illicit　connection　with　the　Experimentalist。　He　would　be　down　on　their　Pickaninnies　before　the　parents　could　transfer　the　remnant　of　their　own　weaknesses　to　them；　polysyllables　included；　and　would　polish　these　ebony　chips；　and　at　the　next　cross　reckoned　to　rear　a　genius；　by　which　time；　as　near　as　he　could　calculate；　he　the　Theorist　would　be　in　his　dotage：　and　all　the　better；　make　a　curious　contrast　in　favour　of　Young　Africa。
  Vespasian　could　not　hit　a　barn　door　sittingwith　a　rifle！　it　was　purely　with　a　view　to　his　moral　improvement　mind　you；　that　Fullalove　invited　him　into　the　mizentop　to　fight　the　pirate。　The　Patient　came　gingerly　and　shivered　there　with　fear。　But　five　minutes　elapsing；　and　he　not　killed；　that　weakness　gave　way　to　a　jocund　recklessness；　and　he　kept　them　all　gay　with　his　quaint　remarks；　of　which　I　must　record　but　one。　When　they　crossed　the　stern　of　the　pirate；　the　distance　was　so　small　that　the　faces　of　that　motley　crew　were　plainly　visible。　Now；　Vespasian　was　a　merciless　critic　of　coloured　skins。　〃Wal；〃　said　he；　turning　up　his　nose　sky…high；　〃dis　child　never　seen　such　a　mixallaneous　biling　'o　darkies　as　this　yar；　why　darned　ef　there　ain't　every　colour　in　the　rainbow；　from　the　ace　of　spades；　down　to　the　fine　dissolving　views。〃　This　amazing　description；　coupled　with　his　look　of　affront　and　disgust；　made　the　white　men　roar；　for　men　fighting　for　their　lives　have　a　greater　tendency　to　laugh　than　one　would　think　possible。　Fullalove　was　proud　of　the　critic；　and　for　a　while　lost　sight　of　the　pirate　in　his　theory；　which　also　may　seem　strange。　But　your　true　theorist　is　a　man　apart：　he　can　withdraw　into　himself　under　difficulties。　What　said　one　of　the　breed　two　thousand　years　ago？
  〃Media　inter　praelia　semper　　　　　　Sideribus　coelique　plagis　Superisque　vacavi。〃
  Oh；　the　great　African　heart！〃　said　Fullalove　after　the　battle。　〃By　my　side　he　fears　no　danger。　Of　all　men；　negroes　are　the　most　capable　of　friendship；　their　affection　is　a　mine：　and　we　have　only　worked　it　with　the　lash；　and　that　is　a　ridiculous　mining　tool；　I　rather　think。〃
  When　Vespasian　came　out　so　strong　_versus_　Ramgolam；　Fullalove　was　even　more　triumphant：　for　after　all　it　is　not　so　much　the　heart　as　the　intelligence　of　the　negro　we　albiculi　affect　to　doubt。
  〃Oh；　the　great　African　intellect！〃　said　Fullalove　publicly；　taking　the　bull　by　the　horns。
  〃I　know；〃　said　Mrs。　Beresford　maliciously；　〃it　is　down　in　the　maps　as　the　great　African　Desert。〃
  To　balance　his　many　excellences　Vespasian　had　an　infirmity。　This　was　an　ungovernable　itch　for　brushing　whites。　If　he　was　talking　with　one　of　that　always　admired；　and　now　beloved；　race；　and　saw　a　speck　of　dirt　on　him；　he　would　brush　him　unobtrusively；　but　effectually；　in　full　dialogue：　he　would　steal　behind　a　knot　of　whites　and　brush　whoever　needed　it；　however　little。　Fullalove　remonstrated；　but　in　vain；　on　this　one　point　Instinct　would　not　yield　to　Reason。　He　could　not　keep　his　hands　off　a　dusty　white。　He　would　have　died　of　the　Miller　of　Dee。　But　the　worst　was　he　did　not　stop　at　clothes；　he　loathed　ill…blacked　shoes。　Woe　to　all　foot…leather　that　did　not　shine；　his　own　skin　furnished　a　perilous　standard　of　comparison。　He　was　eternally　blacking　boots　_en　amateur。_　Fullalove　got　in　a　rage　at　this；　and　insisted　on　his　letting　his　fellow…creatures'　leather　alone。　Vespasian　pleaded　hard；　especially　for　leave　to　black　Colonel　Kenealy。　〃The　cunnell；〃　said　he　pathetically；　〃is　such　a　tarnation　fine　gentleman　spoilt　for　want　of　a　lilly　bit　of　blacking。〃　Fullalove　replied　that　the　colonel　had　got　a　servant　whose　mission　it　was　to　black　his　shoes。　This　simply　amused　Vespasian。　〃A　servant？〃　said　he。　〃Yah！　yah！　What　is　the　use　of　white　servants？　They　are　not　biddable。　Massa　Fullalove；　sar；　Goramighty　he　reared　all　white　men　to　kick　up　a　dust；　white　servants　inspecially；　and　the　darkies　to　brush　'em；　and　likewise　additionally　to　make　their　boots　she　a　lilly　bit。〃　He　concluded　with　a　dark　hint　that　the　colonel's　white　servant's　own　shoes；　though　better　blacked　than　his　master's；　were　anything　but　mirrors；　and　that　this　child　had　his　eye　on　them。
  The　black　desperado　emerged　on　tiptoe　from　Kenealy's　cabin；　just　as　Macbeth　does　from　the　murdered　Duncan's　chamber：　only　with　a　pair　of　boots　in　his　hand　instead　of　a　pair　of　daggers；　got　into　the　moonlight；　and　finding　himself　uninterrupted；　assumed　the　whistle　of　innocence；　and　polished　them　to　the　nine；　chuckling　audibly。
  Fullalove　watched　him　with　an　eye　like　a　rattlesnake；　but　kept　quiet。　He　saw　interference　would　only　demoralise　him　worse：　for　it　is　more　ignoble　to　black　boots　clandestinely；　than　bravely；　men　ditto。
  He　relieved　his　heart　with　idioms。　〃Darn　the　critter；　he's　fixed　my　flint　eternally。　Now　I　cave。　I　swan　to　man。　I　may　just　hang　up　my　fiddle；　for　this　darkie's　too　hard　a　row　to　hoe。〃
  It　was　but　a　momentary　dejection。　The　Mixture　was　_（inter　alia）_　a　Theorist　and　an　Anglo…Saxon；　two　indomitables。　He　concluded　to　temporise　with　the　Brush；　and　breed　it　out。
  〃I'm　bound　to　cross　the　obsequious　cuss　with　the　catawamptiousest　gal　in　Guinea；　and　one　that　never　saw　a　blacking　bottle；　not　even　in　a　dream。〃　_Majora　canamus。_
  Being　now　about　a　hundred　miles　south　of　the　Mauritius；　in　fine　weather　with　a　light　breeze；　Dodd's　marine　barometer　began　to　fall　steadily；　and　by　the　afternoon　the　declension　had　become　so　remarkable；　that　he　felt　uneasy；　and；　somewhat　to　the　surprise　of　the　crew；for　there　was　now　scarce　a　breath　of　air；furled　his　slight　sails；　treble　reefed　his　topsails；　had　his　top…gallant　and　royal　yards　and　gaff　topsail　bent　on　deck；　got　his　flying　jib…boom　in；　&c。；　and　made　the　ship　snug。
  Kenealy　asked　him　what　was　the　matter？
  〃Barometer　going　down；　moon　at　the　full；　and　Jonah　aboard；〃　was　the　reply；　uttered　doggedly。
  Kenealy　assured　him　it　was　a　beautiful　evening；　precursor　of　a　fine　day。　〃See　how　red　the　sunset　is。
  'Evening　red　and　morning　grey　　　　　　Are　the　sure　signs　of　a　fine　day。'〃
  Dodd　looked；　and　shook　his　head。　The　sun　was　red；　but　the　wrong　red：　an　angry　red：　and；　as　he　dipped　into　the　wave；　discharged　a　lurid　coppery　hue　that　rushed　in　a　moment　like　an　embodied　menace　over　the　entire　heavens。　The　wind　ceased　altogether：　and　in　the　middle　of　an　unnatural　and　suspicious　calm　the　glass　went　down；　down；　down。
  The　moon　rose；　and　instantly　all　eyes　were　bent　on　her　with　suspicion；　for　in　this　latitude　the　hurricanes　generally　come　at　the　full　moon。　She　was　tolerably　clear；　however；　but　a　light　scud　sailing　across　her　disc　showed　there　was　wind　in　the　upper　regions。
  Dodd　trusted　to　science；　barred　the　lee…ports；　and　had　the　dead　lights　put　into　the　stem　cabin　and　secured：　then　turned　in　for　an　hour's　sleep。
  Science　proved　a　prophet。　Just　at　seven　bells；　in　one　moment　like　a　thunderbolt　from　the　sky；　a　heavy　squall　struck　the　ship。　Under　a　less　careful　captain　her　lee…ports　would　have　been　open；　and　she　might　have　gone　to　the　bottom　like　a　bullet
  〃Let　go　the　main　sheet！〃　roared　Sharpe　hastily　to　a　hand　he　had　placed　there　on　purpose。　He　let　go；　and　there　was　the　sail　flapping　like　thunder；　and　the　sheet　lashing　everything　in　the　most　dangerous　way。　Dodd　was　on　deck　in　a　moment　〃Helm　hard　up！　Hands　shorten　sail！〃
  （Pipe。）　〃All　hands　furl　sail；　ahoy！〃
  Up　tumbled　the　crew；　went　cheerily　to　work；　and　by　three　bells　in　the　middle　watch　had　hauled　up　what　was　left　of　the　shivered　mainsail；　and　hove　the　ship　to　under　close…reefed　main　topsail　and　storm　stay…sails；　and　so　the　voyage　was　suspended。
  A　heavy　sea　got　up　under　a　scourging　wind；　that　rose　and　rose；　till　the　_Agra_；　under　the　pressure　of　that　single　sail　treble　reefed；　heeled　over　so　as　to　dip　her　lee　channels。　This　went　on　till　the　waves　rolled　so　high；　and　the　squalls　were　so　bitter；　that　sheets　of　water　were　actually　torn　off　their　crests　and　launched　incessantly　on　deck；　not　only　drenching　Dodd　and　his　officers；　which　they　did　not　mind；　but　threatening　to　flood　the　ship。
  Dodd　battened　down　the　hatches　and　stopped　that　game。
  Then　came　a　danger　no　skill　could　ave