"But I am not now speaking only to those who yacht, because to have a yacht is a fine thing. I recognise also an imperial class of yachtsmen--the swans of the flock of geese. I have seen a coronet on a binnacle, before now. I have seen a large stately schooner sail into a Mediterranean port--as into a drawing-room--splendid and serene. The harbour-master's boat is on the alert these mornings. The men-of-war send their boats to tow; the dandiest lieutenant goes in the barge; the senior captain offers his services. When such a yacht as that goes into the Golden Horn, the Sultan is shown to these yachters--like any curiosity in his capital--like any odd thing in his town! They are presented to him, as it is called, that _he_ may be looked at. "To this magnificent class I have not much to say. They don't snub their skipper--they are far too fine to do that. They are scarcely distinctive as travellers, for they are the same abroad as at home. In them, England is represented. England floats in a lump through the sea, like Delos used to do. As they say and do just the same as they have always said and done at home--see and mix with the same kind of people--I often wonder what they learn by it. When they go to visit Thermopylæ or Marathon, it is with a lot of tents, donkeys, camp-stools, travelling-cases, guides, and servants--such as Xerxes might have had. They encumber the ruins of temples with the multitude of their baggage. The position seems so unnatural, that I can't fancy their getting any moral or intellectual profit from it. They are too well off for that--like a fellow who cannot see for fat. Depend on it, you cannot see much through a painted window, however fine it is." Professor Brick concluded his first sketch amidst much applause. * * * * * [Illustration: HOW VERY THOUGHTFUL _Old Lady._ "Are you not afraid of getting drown'd when you have the boat so full?" _Boatman._ "Oh, dear, no, mum. I always wears a life-belt, so I'm safe enough."] * * * * * [Illustration: STANCH! _Complaisant Uncle_ (_who has remembered his nephew in his will, and is up to his ankles in water_). "I say, John, do you know your boat leaks?" _Nephew_ (_high and dry on the thwarts_). "Like old boots!" _Uncle._ "But I---- What's to be done?" _Nephew._ "Wait till she fills, and then put on a spurt for the shore!!"] * * * * * [Illustration: MASTER JOHN BULL IN TROUBLE (1851) _Mr. Punch._ "Why, Johnny, what's the matter?" _Johnny._ "If you please, sir, there's a nasty ugly American been beating me."] * * * * * [Illustration: SERVING HIM OUT _Mrs. T._ (_to T._) "Feel a little more comfortable, dear? Can I get anything else for you? Would you like your cigar case now? (_Aside._) I'll teach him to go out to Greenwich and Richmond without me, and sit up half the night at his club!"] * * * * *