Not tamely however did the tall seaman behold the discomfiture of his companion. Jostling King Pest through the open trap, the valiant Legs slammed the door down upon him with an oath, and strode towards the centre of the room. Here tearing down the huge skeleton which swung over the table, he laid it about him with so much energy and good will, that, as the last glimpses of light died away within the apartment, he succeeded in knocking out the brains of the little gentleman with the gout. Rushing then with all his force against the fatal hogshead full of October ale and Hugh Tarpaulin, he rolled it over and over in an instant. Out burst a deluge of liquor so fierce--so impetuous--so overwhelming--that the room was flooded from wall to wall--the loaded table was overturned--the tressels were thrown upon their backs--the tub of punch into the fire place--and the ladies into hysterics. Jugs, pitchers, and carboys mingled promiscuously in the _melée_, and wicker flagons encountered desperately with bottles of junk. Piles of death-furniture floundered about. Sculls floated _en masse_--hearse-plumes nodded to escutcheons--the man with the horrors was drowned upon the spot--the little stiff gentleman sailed off in his coffin--and the victorious Legs, seizing by the waist the fat lady in the shroud, scudded out into the street followed under easy sail, by the redoubted Hugh Tarpaulin, who, having sneezed three or four times, panted and puffed after him with the Arch Duchess Ana-Pest. For the Southern Literary Messenger. EARLY ADVENTURES. Dissolve frigus--lignum super focus large reponens.--_Horace_.