Notwithstanding the admiral's threat, hostilities ceased from that day. The cock-and-hen admiral found it convenient to show a white feather; interest stood in the way, and barred him from taking his revenge. Mrs Jellybag was a faithful servant, and our host neither liked that she should be interfered with, or that his house should become an arena for such conflicts; and the admiral, who was peculiarly tenacious of undrawing the strings of his purse, found it convenient to make the first advances. The affair was, therefore, amicably arranged--the tom cat was, in consideration of his sufferings, created a baronet, and was ever afterwards dignified by the title of _Sir H. Humbug_; who certainly was the most eligible person to select for god-father, as he had taken the most effectual means of weaning him from "the pomps and vanities of this wicked world." It was now about one o'clock, for this dispute had ran away with the best part of the morning, when Sir Hurricane said, "Come, youngster, don't forget your engagements--you know I have got to introduce you to my pretty cousins--you must mind your P's and Q's with the uncle, for he is a sensible old fellow--has read a great deal, and thinks America the first and greatest country in the world." We accordingly proceeded to the residence of the fair strangers, whom the admiral assured me had come to Halifax from mere curiosity, under the protection of their uncle and aunt. We knocked at the door, and the admiral inquired if Mrs M'Flinn was at home; we were answered in the affirmative. The servant asked our names. "Vice Admiral Sir Hurricane Humbug," said I, "and Mr Mildmay." The drawing-room door was thrown open, and the man gave our names with great propriety. In we walked; a tall, grave-looking, elderly lady received us, standing bolt upright in the middle of the room; the young ladies were seated at their work. "My dear Mrs M'Flinn," said the admiral, "how do you do? I am delighted to see you and your fair nieces looking so lovely this morning."--The lady bowed to this compliment--a courtesy she was not quite up to--"Allow me to introduce my gallant young friend, Mildmay--young ladies, take care of your hearts--he is a great rogue, I assure you, though he smiles so sweet upon you." Mrs M'Flinn bowed again to me, hoped I was very well, and inquired "how long I had been in these parts." I replied that I had just returned from a cruise, but that I was no stranger in Halifax. "Come, officer," said the admiral, taking me by the arm, "I see you are bashful--I must make you acquainted with my pretty cousins. This, Sir, is Miss M'Flinn--her Christian name is Deliverance. She is a young lady whose beauty is her least recommendation." "A very equivocal compliment," thought I. "This, Sir, is Miss Jemima; this is Miss Temperance; and this is Miss Deborah. Now that you know them all by name, and they know you, I hope you will contrive to make yourself both useful and agreeable."