"Next to Miss Holmberg, there sat a handsome young man, in a sort of loose caftan of green velvet. His name was Baron R----, and he was a descendant of the man who cast lots with Ankarstroem and Horn, which of them should kill the King. He had formerly been one of the most noted lions and _viveurs_ of Stockholm, but had latterly taken to himself a beautiful wife, and had become a more settled character; though his exuberant spirits and love of enjoyment still remained, and rendered him the gayest and most agreeable of travelling companions. Nagel, the celebrated violin player, and his lively little wife, were also among the passengers. They were returning from America, where he had been exchanging his silvery notes against good gold coin. Nagel is a Jew by birth, a most accomplished man, speaking seven languages with equal elegance, and much esteemed in the musical circles of Stockholm." A young Swedish woman, named Maria, whose affecting little history Mr Boas learns and tells us--an Englishman--"a thorough Englishman, who, as long as he was eating, had no eyes or ears for any thing else," and a French _commis voyageur_, travelling to get orders for coloured papers, champagne, and silk goods, completed the list of all those of the party who were any way worthy of mention. The Frenchman, Monsieur Robineau by name, had a little ugly face, nearly hidden by an enormous beard, wore a red cap upon his head, and looked altogether like a bandy-legged brownie or gnome. The scene at daybreak the next morning is described with some humour. "A dull twilight reigned in the cabin, the lamp was burning low and threatening to go out, the first glimmer of day was stealing in through the windows, and the Englishman had struck a light in order to shave himself. From each berth some different description of noise was issuing; the Lubecker was snoring loudly, Baron R---- was twanging a guitar, Monsieur Robineau singing a barcarole, and every body was calling out as loud as he could for something or other. Karl, the steward, was rushing up and down the cabin, so confused by the fifty different demands addressed to him, that he knew not how to comply with any one of them. "'Karl, clean my boots!' "'Ja, Herr.' "'Karl, some warm water and a towel.' "'Ja, Herr.' "'_Amis, la matinee est belle! Sur le rivage assemblez-vouz!_--Karl, the coffee!--_conduis ta barque avec prudence! Pecheur, parle bas!_ ... Karl, the coffee!' "'Ja, Herr.' "'Karl, my carpet-bag!' "'Karl, are you deaf? Did you not hear me ask for warm water?' "'Ja, Herr.' "'_Jette tes filets en silence! Pecheur, parle bas!_--Coffee, coffee, coffee!--_Le roi des mers ne t'echappera pas!_' "'Ja, Herr.' "'Karl, look at these boots! You must clean them again.' "'No, you must first find my carpet-bag.'