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How I loved to go a\r\nroving with my eye, all along the sculptured walls and buttresses;\r\nwinding in among the intricacies of the pendent ceiling, and wriggling\r\nmy fancied way like a wood-worm. I could have sat there all the morning\r\nlong, through noon, unto night. But at last the benediction would come;\r\nand appropriating my share of it, I would slowly move away, thinking\r\nhow I should like to go home with some of the portly old gentlemen,\r\nwith high-polished boots and Malacca canes, and take a seat at their\r\ncosy and comfortable dinner-tables. But, alas! there was no dinner for\r\nme except at the sign of the Baltimore Clipper.\r\n\r\nYet the Sunday dinners that Handsome Mary served up were not to be\r\nscorned. The roast beef of Old England abounded; and so did the\r\nimmortal plum-puddings, and the unspeakably capital gooseberry pies.\r\nBut to finish off with that abominable _“swipes”_ almost spoiled all\r\nthe rest: not that I myself patronized _“swipes”_ but my shipmates did;\r\nand every cup I saw them drink, I could not choose but taste in\r\nimagination, and even then the flavor was bad.\r\n\r\nOn Sundays, at dinner-time, as, indeed, on every other day, it was\r\ncurious to watch the proceedings at the sign of the Clipper. The\r\nservant girls were running about, mustering the various crews, whose\r\ndinners were spread, each in a separate apartment; and who were\r\ncollectively known by the names of their ships.\r\n\r\n“Where are the _Arethusas?—_Here’s their beef been smoking this\r\nhalf-hour.”—“Fly, Betty, my dear, here come the _Splendids.”—_ “Run,\r\nMolly, my love; get the salt-cellars for the _Highlanders_ .”—“You\r\nPeggy, where’s the _Siddons’ pickle-pat?”—“I_ say, Judy, are you never\r\ncoming with that pudding for the _Lord Nelsons?”_\r\n\r\nOn week days, we did not fare quite so well as on Sundays; and once we\r\ncame to dinner, and found two enormous bullock hearts smoking at each\r\nend of the Highlanders’ table. Jackson was indignant at the outrage.\r\n\r\nHe always sat at the head of the table; and this time he squared\r\nhimself on his bench, and erecting his knife and fork like flag-staffs,\r\nso as to include the two hearts between them, he called out for Danby,\r\nthe boarding-house keeper; for although his wife Mary was in fact at\r\nthe head of the establishment, yet Danby himself always came in for the\r\nfault-findings.\r\n\r\nDanby obsequiously appeared, and stood in the doorway, well knowing the\r\nphilippics that were coming. But he was not prepared for the peroration\r\nof Jackson’s address to him; which consisted of the two bullock hearts,\r\nsnatched bodily off the dish, and flung at his head, by way of a\r\nrecapitulation of the preceding arguments. The company then broke up in\r\ndisgust, and dined elsewhere.\r\n\r\nThough I almost invariably attended church on Sunday mornings, yet the\r\nrest of the day I spent on my travels; and it was on one of these\r\nafternoon strolls, that on passing through St. George’s-square, I found\r\nmyself among a large crowd, gathered near the base of George the\r\nFourth’s equestrian statue.\r\n\r\nThe people were mostly mechanics and artisans in their holiday clothes;\r\nbut mixed with them were a good many soldiers, in lean, lank, and\r\ndinnerless undresses, and sporting attenuated rattans. These troops\r\nbelonged to the various regiments then in town. Police officers, also,\r\nwere conspicuous in their uniforms. 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