I Looked Upon My New Wife, Poor Creature, With Mingled Feelings; And I Must Own She Had Not Even The Appearance Of The Poorest Class Of City Servant-Maids, But Looked More Like A Country Wench Who Should Have Been Employed At A Roadside Inn.

Now was the time for me to go and study the brass plate.

To such of the officers as knew about me - the doctor, the purser, and the stewards - I appeared in the light of a broad joke. The fact that I spent the better part of my day in writing had gone abroad over the ship and tickled them all prodigiously. Whenever they met me they referred to my absurd occupation with familiarity and breadth of humorous intention. Their manner was well calculated to remind me of my fallen fortunes. You may be sincerely amused by the amateur literary efforts of a gentleman, but you scarce publish the feeling to his face. 'Well!' they would say: 'still writing?' And the smile would widen into a laugh. The purser came one day into the cabin, and, touched to the heart by my misguided industry, offered me some other kind of writing, 'for which,' he added pointedly, 'you will be paid.' This was nothing else than to copy out the list of passengers.

Another trick of mine which told against my reputation was my choice of roosting-place in an active draught upon the cabin floor. I was openly jeered and flouted for this eccentricity; and a considerable knot would sometimes gather at the door to see my last dispositions for the night.

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