As she leaned against the side of the vessel for support, a young man, dressed as a sailor, ascended from the lower deck.

Their eyes met, and both sprung towards each other.
"Jenny! Jenny! is it you!" fell passionately from his lips, as he caught her in his arms, and kissed her fervently.

"Bless you! Bless you, Jenny! This is more than I had hoped for," he added, as he gazed fondly into her beautiful young face.
"They said you were not here," murmured Jenny, "and my heart was in despair." "You asked for Mark Clifford ?" "Yes." "I am not known in the service by that name.

I entered it as Edward James." This meeting, occurring as it did, with many spectators around, and they of the ruder class, was so earnest and tender, yet with all, so mutually respectful and decorous, that even the rough sailors were touched by the manner and sentiment of the interview; and mole than one eye grew dim.
Not long did Jenny linger on the deck of the ----.

Now that she had found Mark, her next thought was to secure his discharge..