"Well, there's two objections--and I suppose I might find more; but it seems to me that's enough." As the old gentleman said this with a very decided air, he picked up his pipe, and began filling it again. "I do not think those are strong objections, sir; if I am not myself an Englishman, my forefathers were, and of good old English blood; and if I am an enemy of England, I am neither your enemy nor your daughter's." "Well, that's all true, but it don't look natural, somehow, that my daughter should marry an American." "Such things have happened, however." "I suppose likely; but, young man, I am not rich. What little I had was taken away by the pirate, and I havn't seen it since." "I care nothing for that, sir." "But I do." "I mean, Mr. Williams, that my love for your daughter will not be influenced one way or the other by the riches or poverty of her father." "You seem to be a whole-souled man, anyway, Lieutenant Morris; and if you were only an Englishman, you should have my daughter for that speech, if for nothing else, you should, by St. George! I recollect when I was rich, the young men were round Julia as thick as bees; and when I failed, Lord! how they scattered!" "My dear sir, I am rich enough for us all; beside a large amount of prize-money, my family estate is not small." This last remark seemed to produce a deeper effect upon the old gentleman than any thing that had been said. "Well, well, boy, I will think of it." Lieutenant Morris was wise enough to say no more at that time; he saw that he had nearly, if not quite, secured the old gentleman's assent; and leaving him, he went forward. Mr. Williams followed his manly form with his eyes, as he stepped lightly over the deck. "Pity he's not an Englishman--confounded pity. He's a fine-looking fellow--never saw a better; rich, too. Well, I'll go and talk with Julia. After all, it will be pretty much as she says about it, I suppose." That same evening Julia told her lover that her father would not oppose their marriage after the war had closed, but that he was strongly opposed to its taking place any sooner." "But it may last forever, Julia." "Well, I hope not." "If it does?" "Why then I'll make father change his mind, I think." Morris laughed, and clasped her to his bosom, the broad main-sail hid them from observation, and he impressed upon her lips a kiss, warm as his devoted love--not the first kiss of love, for he had been a poor suitor, indeed, if that had been the first. He then tried to persuade Julia that she and her father should remain with the Raker, and go with him to the States; but he did not expect compliance with this request, and soon desisted from it, devoting the remainder of the evening to such converse as was most delightful to him and Julia, but which, doubtless, would be uninteresting to all others.