She put her old head out, and looked round to see if there was anybody in the street to watch us, and then she let me in and shut the door.

I walked into the room, and found myself alone with Seraphina." "Seraphina!--what a fine name!" "No name can be too fine for a pretty girl, or a good frigate, Mr Simple; for my part, I'm very fond of these hard names.

Your Bess, and Poll, and Sue, do very well for the Point, or Castle Rag; but in my opinion, they degrade a lady.

Don't you observe, Mr Simple, that all our gun-brigs, a sort of vessel that will certainly d----n the inventor to all eternity, have nothing but low common names, such as Pincher, Thrasher, Boxer, Badger, and all that sort, which are quite good enough for them; whereas all our dashing saucy frigates have names as long as the main-top bowling, and hard enough to break your jaw--such as Melpomeny, Terpsichory, Arethusy, Bacchanty--fine flourishers, as long as their pennants which dip alongside in a calm." "Very true," replied I; "but do you think, then, it is the same with family names ?" "Most certainly, Mr Simple.

When I was in good society, I rarely fell in with such names as Potts or Bell, or Smith or Hodges; it was always Mr Fortescue, or Mr Fitzgerald, or Mr Fitzherbert--seldom bowed, sir, to anything under _three_ syllables." "Then I presume, Mr Chucks, you are not fond of your own name ?" "There you touch me, Mr Simple; but it is quite good enough for a boatswain," replied Mr Chucks, with a sigh.