Here and there through the gloomy cabin lay the victims of the fell malady, in every stage of suffering, and in every attitude of misery.

Their cries and lamentings mingled with the creaking of the bulk-heads and the jarring twang of the dirty lamp, whose irregular swing told plainly how oscillatory was our present motion.

I turned from the unpleasant sight, and was about again to address myself to slumber with what success I might, when I started at the sound of a voice in the very berth next to me--whose tones, once heard, there was no forgetting.

The words ran as nearly as I can recollect thus:-- "Oh, then, bad luck to ye for pigs, that ever brought me into the like of this.

Oh, Lord, there it is again." And here a slight interruption to eloquence took place, during which I was enabled to reflect upon the author of the complaint, who, I need not say, was Mrs.Mulrooney.
"I think a little tay would settle my stomach, if I only could get it; but what's the use of talking in this horrid place?
They never mind me no more than if I was a pig.