“We don’t sell rum on this steamer,” replied Mr. Frisbone, very decidedly. “If you can’t get along without wine, I think you had better take passage in some other vessel. We don’t furnish any thing to drink for anybody; and, what’s more, we don’t allow any wine or liquor to be used about the steamer.” “That’s a matter of no consequence,” added Sir Philip, looking at his companion, and giving him a sly wink when he was sure he was not observed. “We don’t care if we never have any thing in the shape of wine or liquor,” the young lord agreed. “What’s your name?” asked the Prince bluntly of the first speaker. “This gentleman is Sir Philip Grayner,” said his lordship. “And my friend is Lord Fillgrove,” added the baronet. “Then you are dooks and lords,” continued Mr. Frisbone; but he seemed to be pleased at the idea of meeting them. “My friend is a viscount,” replied Sir Philip. “And mine is a baronet,” said Lord Fillgrove. “All right!” exclaimed Mr. Frisbone, in his usual loud tone. “I am an American Prince myself.” The Prince talked with Capt. O’Hara and with Capt. Fairfield about the matter; and it was agreed that the passengers would be a pleasant addition to the ship’s company. There were some spare state-rooms; for the space between decks, called the “second cabin,” had been fitted up for the crew, and it was a very light and airy place for them. They preferred it to the main cabin; and it was more conducive to good discipline to have the officers farther removed from the seamen. Each of the passengers took his choice of the state-rooms not in use. The Prince introduced them to his wife and her sister under their full titles. “This is a very unexpected pleasure, Prince Frisbone,” said Sir Philip. “I was not aware that we were to have the pleasure of ladies’ society on the voyage.” “Prince Frisbone!” exclaimed the worthy machinist, laughing heartily. “That sounds odd.” “I beg your pardon; but I think you told me you were an American Prince; and, as you did not dispute my title, I am not disposed to deny your claim,” answered Sir Philip. “I suppose your title is a little more regular than mine; but we won’t quarrel about these trifles,” added the Prince. “This is now a ‘Yankee ship and a Yankee crew;’ and I have an idea that one man is as good as another on board of her.” “No doubt of it; but I perceive that there is a great difference between the officers and the seamen,” suggested Lord Fillgrove. “Not a bit of difference. No. 24 is just as good as the captain,” protested the American nobleman. “But one commands, and the other obeys.” “That’s true; but we don’t have any classes of citizens. The day-laborer on town-meeting day is the equal of the man worth a million that hires him; and any fellow before the mast in this vessel may be captain of her the very next month. Here is Capt. O’Hara: when he was at this port last, he was a seaman; and next month he may be a seaman again.”