so as to get a good view of his congregation, with the other hand he solemnly flourished his tongs, and leaning far over the side in a mumbling voice began addressing the sharks, while Stubb, softly crawling behind, overheard all that was said.

'Fellow-critters: I'se ordered here to say dat you must stop dat dam noise dare. You hear? Stop dat dam smackin' ob de lips! Massa Stubb say dat you can fill your dam bellies up to de hatchings, but by Gor! you must stop dat dam racket!'

Cook,' here interposed Stubb, accompanying the word with a sudden slap on the shoulder,'Cook! why, damn your eyes, you mustn't swear that way when you're preaching. That's no way to convert sinners, Cook !'

'Who dat? Den preach to him yourself,' sullenly turning to go.

'No, Cook; go on, go on.'

'Well, den, Belubed fellow-critters:

Right!' exclaimed Stubb, approvingly, 'em to it; try that,' and Fleece continued.

'Do you is all sharks, and by natur wery woracious, yet I zay to you, fellow-critters, dat dat woraciousness-'top dat dam slappin' ob de tail! How you tink to hear, 'spose you keep up such a dam slapping and bitin' dare?'

'Cook,' cried Stubb, collaring him, 'I wont have that swearing. Talk to 'em gentlemanly.' Once more the sermon proceeded.

'Your woraciousness, fellow-critters, I don't blame ye so much for; dat is natur, and can't be helped; but to gobern dat wicked natur, dat is de pint. You is sharks, sartin; but if you gobern de shark in you, why den you be angel; for all angel is not'ing more dan de shark well goberned. Now, look here, bred'ren, just try wonst to be cibil, a helping yoursebls from dat whale. Don't be tearin' de blubber out your neighbour's mout, I say. Is not one shark dood

right as toder to dat whale ? And, by Gor, none on you has de right to dat whale; dat whale belong to some one else. I know some o' you has berry brig mout, brigger dan oders; but then de brig mouts sometimes has de small bellies; so dat de brigness ob de mout is not to swaller wid, but to bite off de blubber for de small fry ob sharks, dat can't get into de scrouge to help demselves.'

'Well done, old Fleece!' cried Stubb,‘that's Christianity; go on.'

'No use goin' on; de dam willains will keep a scrougin' and slappin' each oder, Massa Stubb; dey don't hear one word; no use a-preaching to such dam g'uttons as you call 'em, till dare bellies is full, and dare bellies is bottomless; and when dey do get em full, dey wont hear you den ; for den dey sink in de sea, go fast to sleep on de coral, and can't hear not'ing at all, no more, for eber and eber.'

'Upon my soul, I am about of the same opinion; so give the benediction, Fleece, and I'll away to my supper.'

Upon this, Fleece, holding both hands over the fishy mob, raised his shrill voice, and cried< Cussed fellow-critters! Kick up de damndest row as ever you can; fill your dam bellies 'till dey bust-and den die.'

'Now, cook,' said Stubb, resuming his supper at the capstan ; 'Stand just where you stood before, there, over against me, and pay particular attention.'

'All dention,' said Fleece, again stooping over upon his tongs in the desired position.

'Well,' said Stubb, helping himself freely meanwhile; 'I shall now go back to the subject of this steak. In the first place, how old are you, cook?'

'What dat do wid de 'teak,' said the old black, testily.

Silence! How old are you, cook?'

'Bout ninety, dey say,' he gloomily muttered. 'And have you lived in this world hard upon one hundred years, cook, and don't know yet how to cook a whale-steak?' rapidly bolting another mouthful at the last word, so that that morsel seemed a continuation of the question. Where were you born, cook?'

''Hind de hatchway, in ferry-boat, goin' ober de Roanoke.'

'Born in a ferry-boat! That's queer, too. But I want to know what country you were born in, cook?'

'Didn't I say de Roanoke country?' he cried, sharply.

'No, you didn't, cook; but I'll tell you what I'm coming to, cook. You must go home and be born over again; you don't know how to cook a whale-steak yet.'

'Bress my soul, if I cook noder one,' he growled, angrily, turning round to depart.

Come back, cook ;—here, hand me those tongs ; -now take that bit of steak there, and tell me if you think that steak cooked as it should be? Take it, I say '-holding the tongs towards him— 'take it, and taste it.'

Faintly smacking his withered lips over it for a moment, the old negro muttered, 'Best cooked 'teak I eber taste; joosy berry, joosy.'

'Cook,' said Stubb, squaring himself once more; 'do you belong to the church ?'

'Passed one once in Cape-Down,' said the old man sullenly.

'And you have once in your life passed a holy church in Cape-Town, where you doubtless overheard a holy parson addressing his hearers as his beloved fellow-creatures, have you, cook! And yet you come here, and tell me such a dreadful lie as you did just now, eh ?' said Stubb. 'Where do you expect to go to, cook ? '

'Go to bed berry soon,' he mumbled, halfturning as he spoke.

'Avast! heave to! I mean when you die, cook. It's an awful question. Now what's your answer?'

When dis old brack man dies,' said the negro slowly, changing his whole air and demeanor, he hisself won't go nowhere; but some bressed angel will come and fetch him.'

Fetch him? How ? In a coach and four, as they fetched Elijah? And fetch him where ?' 'Up dere,' said Fleece, holding his tongs straight over his head, and keeping it there very solemnly.

So, then, you expect to go up into our main-top, do you, cook, when you are dead? But don't you know the higher you climb, the colder it gets? Main-top eh?'

'Didn't say dat t'all,' said Fleece, again in the sulks.

'You said up there, didn't you? and now look yourself, and see where your tongs are pointing. But, perhaps you expect to get into heaven by crawling through the lubber's hole, cook; but, no, no, cook, you don't get there, except you go the regular way, round by the rigging. It's a ticklish business, but must be done, or else it's no go. But none of us are in heaven yet. Drop your tongs, cook, and hear my orders. Do ye hear? Hold your hat in one hand, and clap t'other a'top of your heart, when I'm giving my orders, cook. What! that your heart, there ?—that's your gizzard! Aloft! aloft-that's it-now

you have it. Hold it there now, and pay attention.'

'All 'dention,' said the old black, with both hands placed as desired, vainly wriggling his grizzled head, as if to get both ears in front at one and the same time.

'Well then, cook, you see this whale-steak of yours was so very bad, that I have put it out of sight as soon as possible; you see that, don't

you? Well, for the future, when you cook another whale-steak for my private table here, the capstan, I'll tell you what to do so as not to spoil it by overdoing. Hold the steak in one hand, and show a live coal to it with the other; that done, dish it; d'ye hear? And now to-morrow, cook, when we are cutting in the fish, be sure you stand by to get the tips of his fins; have them put in pickle. As for the ends of the flukes, have them soused, cook. There, now ye may go.'

But Fleece had hardly got three paces off, when he was recalled.

Cook, give me cutlets for supper to-morrow night in the mid-watch. D'ye hear? away you sail, then.-Halloa! stop! make a bow before you go. Avast heaving again! Whale-balls for breakfast don't forget.'

'Wish, by gor! whale eat him, 'stead of him eat whale. I'm bressed if he ain't more of shark dan Massa Shark hisself,' muttered the old man, limping away; with which sage ejaculation

he went to his hammock.

CHAPTER LXV.

THE WHALE AS A DISH.

THAT mortal man should feed upon the creature that feeds his lamp, and, like Stubb, eat him by his own light, as you may say; this seems so outlandish a thing that one must needs go a little into the history and philosophy of it.

It is upon record, that three centuries ago the tongue of the Right Whale was esteemed a great delicacy in France, and commanded large prices there. Also, that in Henry VIIIth's time, a certain cook of the court obtained a handsome reward for inventing an admirable sauce to be eaten with