"I have a pair of your dear little bootikins, which stand in my cabin, I look at them with tears in my eyes. "Put the servants on board wages when you are absent. "With a billion kisses from your own doting "ROBERT PUFFEIGH." Tooty screamed with delight when she read this letter, but followed her own inclinations in spite of its warnings. The lieutenants and other commissioned officers were in their respective cabins, emulating their captain's example in letter-writing. Crushe scrawled two epistles which ran as follows:-- "_Stinger, at Spithead_, "_16 November_. "MY BELOVED AUNT, "Providence has ordained that I shall be chastened by being separated from those I love. I kiss the rod, and submit with resignation. "You will be happy to hear, my dear aunt, that I am in a ship where the voice is raised in supplication, and where we can meet, when we choose, for mutual improvement. One of our officers, named Cravan, is seriously seeking, and I trust will become a shining light. I gave your beautiful tracts to our boatswain, a most worthy young inquirer, who, I doubt not, will make good use of them. He remarked, "if he had ten times as many they would be acceptable," which gratified me exceedingly. We were obliged to flog that wretched man, Clare, yesterday. I did all I could for him, but he was hardened, and refused a tract offered him by the boatswain. I enclose my mite towards the Reverend Mr. Bulpurp's chapel, give it him, with my humble prayers for the cause. "My poor wife still refuses to join our blessed band, and therefore will not visit you. I am much concerned about her hereafter. She refused to read that excellent book you gave me for her special perusal. You may remember it was called "Beauty a Sin;" pray for her, dear aunt, and for your unworthy nephew, "HOWARD CRUSHE." (_No date._) "DEAR MARY, "Another of your weak compositions has reached me; how foolish you are to waste your time in endeavouring to make me believe you care for me. I have no money to send you. Ask your _doting_ father for some. So you still refuse to visit my aunt, and assist me to secure her money. "_Very good_; until you do this I shall not answer another of your letters. "Your afft. husband, "HOWARD CRUSHE." When Crushe's aunt perused her letter she wiped her eyes, declared "he was too good a husband for such a wife," and sitting down wrote an order for one hundred pounds, which she forwarded to his agents, with directions to place the same to her nephew's account. His wife read hers with a sad heart, and when she had received its last keen stab, cried bitterly, and wished the grave might soon be her resting-place. The manly fellow who wrote them anticipated these results. LIEUTENANT FORD TO MISS ----. "DEAREST FLORENCE,