"Well!" we thought, "we never shall have done with Boney." We had never drawn him in a round hat, and the temptation was too strong to be resisted--so we have accordingly placed him at the head of this article--and as of course he would have a fashionable beaver, we have given him one of the shape of that period, and placed him in contrast with himself.--Boney _versus_ Boney--cock'd hat against round. It may be said "What's in a hat?" And when upon the head it becomes a rather important question. In many cases the answer would be "not much," but with respect to Napoleon it certainly must be admitted that there was _something_ in it. "But (we asked in continuation of our conversation) how could you talk with Buonaparte--did he speak English?" "O yes, pretty well, considering--very well for him," replied Hemptage, "he mixed a little of his own lingo up with it--but we made it out. During the passage he used very often to come forud, and he told us he liked English sailors, and one had wounded him once at Toulon." Fully aware that the fact of Napoleon's being wounded at Toulon had long been a disputed point, we questioned the man, and received the following statement:-- "Why," said the veteran, "he told us the English made a _sortie_, as they call it, and drove the French before them. Boney run as well as the rest, and an English seaman chaced after him; but whether the man was tired, or thought he'd gone far enough, he didn't know, but he gave him a shove in the starn with his bagonet, and said, 'TAKE THAT, YOU FRENCH LUBBER.' The sailor might have killed him if he had been so disposed, but he acted generously and spared his life. 'And,' says Boney, 'if ever I could have discovered the man who acted so nobly, I would have made him comfortable for life.' The wound was in his thigh." [Illustration] Now had that Jack Tar taken one step further, or have made a deadly thrust, the fate of _Major_ Buonaparte would have been sealed at Toulon, and the world would never have heard of the EMPEROR NAPOLEON. We fancy we hear some of our Hibernian friends exclaiming, "Faith, then, and it's a pity the sailor didn't know that Boney would be after doing so much mischief." Thus conversing and moralising, we finished our "Short cruise at Margate." Hemptage is approaching his seventieth year, and his countenance displays the colours of a thorough seaman. He has been several times wounded, but looking hale and hearty. When paid off he was refused a pension--visitors will find him a pleasant shipmate in a trip--and the lovers of the marvellous may enjoy the satisfaction of conversing with a man who has seen and talked with "a live Bonyparty." FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 6: The bumkin is the spar that projects out from the stern to haul the mizen-sheet home.--_Naval Dictionary._ Here, however, it is probable that a _double entendre_ was meant.]