A better school for training young officers could not have been selected; and the midshipmen's berth of the _Aspasia_ was as superior to those in other ships, as Captain M--- was himself to the generality of his contemporary captains in the service. But I cannot pay these young men the compliment to introduce them one by one, as I did the gun-room officers. It would be an anomaly unheard of. I shall, therefore, with every respect for them, describe them just as I want them. It was one bell after eight o'clock--a bottle of ship's rum, a black jack of putrid water, and a tin bread-basket, are on the table, which is lighted with a tallow candle of about thirteen to the pound. "I say, Mr Jerry Sneak, what are you after there--what are you foraging for in that locker?" said one of the oldsters of the berth to a half-starved, weak-looking object of a youngster, whose friends had sent him to sea with the hopes of improving his stamina. "What for?--why, for my supper if you must know. D'ye think I _look too fat_? I stowed it away before I went on deck, that it might not fall into your ravenous maw." "Mind your stops, my Jack of the Bonehouse, or I shall shy a biscuit at your head." "Do, and prove your bravery; it will be so very courageous. I suppose you will expect to be gazetted for it." The youngster who had been dignified with the above sobriquet, and who made these replies, was certainly a most miserable-looking object, and looked as if a top-gallant breeze would have blown him to atoms. But if his body was weak, his tongue was most powerful. He resorted to no other weapon, and used that skilfully. He was a species of Thersites, and no dread of punishment could control his railing. He offered no resistance, but bent down like the reed, and resumed his former position as soon as the storm was over. His keen and sarcastic remarks, although they occasionally subjected him to chastisement, to a certain degree served him as a defence, for he could always raise a laugh at the expense of the individual whom he attacked, with the formidable weapon which he had inherited direct from his mother. The oldster before mentioned put his hand into the breadbasket, and seized a handful of the biscuit. "Now I'll bet you a glass of grog that you don't throw a biscuit at my head," cried Jerry, with a sneer. "Done," replied the oldster, throwing the contents of his hand at Jerry with all his force. "I'll just trouble you for that glass of grog, for you've lost," said the youngster, taking it up from the table where it stood, before the oldster; "you've only thrown some pieces, and not a biscuit;" and following up his words with deeds, he swallowed down the whole contents of the tumbler, which he replaced very coolly before his opponent. "Fair bet, and fairly lost," cried the rest of the berth, laughing. "You scarecrow! you're not worth thrashing," said the oldster, angrily.