And I'm never wrong.

Let me hear a song this minute.' 'I don't think I know one, sir,' returned Nell.
'You know forty-seven songs,' said the man, with a gravity which admitted of no altercation on the subject.

'Forty-seven's your number.
Let me hear one of 'em--the best.

Give me a song this minute.' Not knowing what might be the consequences of irritating her friend, and trembling with the fear of doing so, poor Nell sang him some little ditty which she had learned in happier times, and which was so agreeable to his ear, that on its conclusion he in the same peremptory manner requested to be favoured with another, to which he was so obliging as to roar a chorus to no particular tune, and with no words at all, but which amply made up in its amazing energy for its deficiency in other respects.

The noise of this vocal performance awakened the other man, who, staggering upon deck and shaking his late opponent by the hand, swore that singing was his pride and joy and chief delight, and that he desired no better entertainment.