a married man; and, though your wife is only a negress, she’s your wife, and you must stick to her through thick and thin.  Take your master as an example, and obsarve how he loves and cherishes your mistress,” [here Lucy pressed, gently, closer to my side;] “and then, as to your children, bring ’em up according’ to the advice of Madam Wallingford.  You can never sail under better instructions than hern, as I know, by experience.  Be particular to make that Hector of yours knock off from swearing:  he’s begun, and what’s begun in sin is pretty sartain to have an indin’.  Talk to him, first, and, if that won’t do, rope’s-end it out of him.  There’s great vartue in ratlin stuff, among boys.  As for yourself, Neb, hold on as you have begun, and the Lord will have marcy on you, before the v’y’ge is up.”

Here Marble ceased from exhaustion; though he made a sign to Neb not to move, as he had more to say.  After resting a little, he felt under his pillow, whence he produced a very old tobacco-box, fumbled about until he had opened it, took a small bite, and shut the box again.  All this was done very slowly, and with the uncertain, feeble movements of a dying man.  When the lid was replaced, Marble held the box towards Neb, and resumed his address.

“Use that for my sake, Neb,” he said.  “It is full of excellent tobacco, and the box has the scent of thirty years in it—­that being the time it has sailed in my company.  That box has been in nine fights, seven wracks, and has seen more boat-sarvice than most London watermen, or any Whitehaller of ’em all.  Among other explites, it has been round the world four times, besides having run the Straits of Magellan in the dark, as might be; as your master and you know as well as I do.  Take that box, therefore, lad, and be particular, always, to put none but the best of pig-tail in it—­for it’s used to that only.  And now, Neb, a word about a little duty you’re to do for me, when you get in.  Ask your master, first, for leave, and then go up to Willow Cove, and carry my blessin’ to Kitty and her children.  It’s easy done, if a man sets about it in the right spirit.  All you have to do is to go up to the Cove, and say that I prayed to God to bless ’em all, before I died.  Do you think you can remember that?”

“I try, Cap’in Marble, sah—­yes, sah, I try all I can, dough I’m no scholar.”

“Perhaps you had better confide this office to me,” said the musical voice of my wife.

Marble was pleased, and he seemed every way disposed to accept the offer.

“I didn’t like to trouble you so much,” he answered, “though I feel grateful for the offer.  Well, then, Neb, you may leave the blessin’ unsaid, as your mistress is so kind—­hold on a bit:  you can give it to Chloe and her little family; all but Hector, I mean—­but not to him, unless he knocks off swearing!  As soon as he does that, why let him have his share.  Now, Neb, give me your hand.  Good bye, boy:  you’ve been true to me, and God bless you for it.  You are but a nigger, I know; but there’s One in whose eyes your soul is as precious as that of many a prince and priest.”