I LOOK upon it as the greatest happiness of my life, that fortune has given me _a name_ that corresponds with my nature and constitution. Patriotism is the strongest passion; and I glory in being a _Yankee_.--A _Yankee_ is any man born in New-England--and New-England contains the three northern States, and a certain _little, pestiferous, pseudo Island_. My countrymen generally have the credit of being a good-natured, psalm-singing, religious kind of men, very honest, but plaguy hard in their dealings--insomuch that a _Carolinian_ or a _Georgian_ frequently swear that the very _Satan_ himself could never get to windward of them. This puts me in mind of a story.--A certain Boston sea Captain, of a sloop of 60 tons burthen, coming with a cargo of New-England rum, shoes, cheese, potatoes, and other valuable commodities, into _Broadway_, which you must know is a very _narrow_ passage in the _Appomatax_, a branch of _James River_ in _Virginia_.--Before I proceed I must acquaint the serious reader--and who is there but must be serious in reading the solemn truths I am about to declare--that every _iota_ of what I shall delineate in in these sacred depositories of facts, is TRUTH.----I am now about to elucidate the psalm-singing, religious character of _Yankees_, by a TRUE STORY, _never before published_.----When our Boston sea Captain, therefore, came into Broadway, a Virginian comes a-board of him--and as he goes down into the cabbin, had to stoop a little, because the cabbin was low--for, as I said before, the sloop was 60 tons, although our religious sea-captain _entered_ but 40 tons at the Naval-Office: Howsomever he had a reserve of conscience, for the Naval-Officer charged him for _light money_, when there was not one light-house in all the ancient dominion.--But this is nothing to my story. _N.B._ I mean to give the good-natured reader a whole chapter on _the art of_ STORY-TELLING.