"I'll just join you in that toast," said O'Brien, walking into the midshipmen's berth. "What is it you're drinking it in?" "Some of Collier's port, sir. Boy, bring a glass for Mr O'Brien." "Here's your health, Peter, and wishing you may keep out of a French prison this cruise. Mr Montague, as caterer, I beg you will order another candle, that I may see what's on the table, and then perhaps I may find something I should like to pick a bit off." "Here's the fag end of a leg of mutton, Mr O'Brien, and there's a piece of boiled pork." "Then I'll just trouble you for a bit close to the knuckle. Peter, you dine in the cabin, so do I--the doctor refused." "Have you heard when we sail, Mr O'Brien?" inquired one of my messmates. "I heard at the admiral's office, that we were expected to be ordered round to Plymouth, and receive our orders there, either for the East or West Indies, they thought; and, indeed, the stores we have taken on board indicates that we are going foreign, but the captain's signal is just made, and probably the admiral has intelligence to communicate." In about an hour afterwards the captain returned, looking very red and hot. He called the first lieutenant aside from the rest of the officers, who were on deck to receive him, and told him that we were to start for Plymouth the next morning; and the admiral had told him confidentially, that we were to proceed to the West Indies with a convoy, which was then collecting. He appeared to be very much alarmed at the idea of going to make a feast for the land crabs; and certainly his gross habit of body rendered him very unfit for the climate. This news was soon spread through the ship, and there was of course no little bustle and preparation. The doctor, who had refused to dine in the cabin upon plea of being unwell, sent up to say, that he felt himself so much better, that he should have great pleasure in attending the summons, and he joined the first lieutenant, O'Brien, and me, as we walked in. We sat down to table; the covers were removed, and, as the midshipmen prophesied, there was plenty of pork--mock-turtle soup, made out of a pig's head--a boiled leg of pork and peas-pudding--a roast spare-rib with the crackling on--sausages and potatoes, and pig's pettitoes. I cannot say that I disliked my dinner, and I ate very heartily; but a roast sucking-pig came on as a second course, which rather surprised me: but what surprised me more, was the quantity devoured by Mrs To. She handed her plate from the boiled pork to the roast, asked for some pettitoes, tried the sausages, and finished with a whole plateful of sucking-pig and stuffing. We had an apple-pie at the end, but as we had already eaten apple sauce with the roast pork, we did not care for it. The doctor, who abominated pork, ate pretty well, and was excessively attentive to Mrs To. "Will you not take a piece of the roast pig, doctor?" said the captain.