A MESSAGE FROM THE SEA

Here the captain sat down on the foot of the bed, and glancing at a dreadful libel on Kitty which ornamented the wall, --the production of some wandering limner, whom the captain secretly admired as having studied portraiture from the figure-heads of ships, --motioned to the young man to take the rush-chair on the other side of the small round table. That done, the captain put his hand in the deep breast-pocket of his long-skirted blue coat, and took out of it a strong square case-bottle.