JV'A- AXD DIGNITY OF PILOTING.

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That was sufficient.
The barber of the i Grand Turk'
was a spruce young negro, who aired
his importance with balmy com-
placency, and was greatly courted by
the circle in which he moved. The
young coloured population of ISTew
Orleans were much given to flirting,
at twilight, on the banquettes of the
back streets. Somebody saw and
heard something like the following,
one evening, in one of those localities.
A middle-aged negro woman pro-
jected her head through a broken
pane and shouted (very willing that
the neighbours should hear and
envy), * You Mary Ann, come in de
house dis minute! Stannin' out dah
foolin' 'long wid dat low trash, an*
heah's de barber o£Pn de " Gran*
Turk " wants to conwerse wid you !J
My reference, a moment
ago, to the fact that a pilot's
^x. peculiar official position
' placed him out of the reach
of criticism or command,
brings Stephen W------
naturally to my mind. He
was a gifted pilot, a good
fellow, a tireless talker, and
had both wit and humour
in him. He had a most
irreverent independence,
too, and was deliciously
easy-going and comfortable
in the presence of age,
official dignity, and even