"The felucca is Spanish built, painted black outside, and red within, and sails remarkably fast; the schooner is a long, low, but very heavily armed vessel, painted black, with a red streak--no guns were seen in the felucca."---- "So, so, poor Hause has got his vessel, then; but that wicked little Midge, I fear her cruising is not over yet," said I, handing the paragraph to my uncle, who, as he already knew the story, easily comprehended the import of the newspaper announcement--"well, I am glad of it"--And I resumed my attack on the yams, ham, and coffee. Mr Frenche put on his spectacles, and, as he began the perusal of the paper, said dryly, "I suppose you consider that the letter lying on the table there, addressed to you, will keep cool--at least you appear to be in no hurry to open it."---- I seized it--not having previously noticed it, and blushed like I don't know what, when I perceived it was in very truth her dear, delightful, and all the rest of it, _fist_--there's a sentence ending plump for you--my hand trembled as I broke the seal, or rather _drew_ it open; for in such a climate wax is so soft, you cannot call it _breaking_, which always implies a short, sharp crackle, to my mind--assuming a careless swaggering look, I began to peruse it. I could with the tail of my eye, however, perceive Friend Twig and Monsieur Flamingo exchange very knowing glances. But here goes--here is _the_ letter:-- "_Havanna--such a date_ "MY DEAR BENJAMIN, "I expected to have had an opportunity of writing by a vessel for Jamaica before this, but have been disappointed.