While the concourse waited, in absolute silence, the atmosphere of the engine-house cleared as if by magic, and Mr. Wm. Freethy was visible again in the converging rays of six bull’s-eye lanterns held forward by six members of the Fire Brigade.  One hand still held the bread and jam; the other grasped a stop-cock which he had that instant turned, shutting off the outpour of steam we had taken for smoke.  Some one tittered; but the general laugh was prevented by a resounding splash.  The recoiling crowd had backed against the fire-engine outside, and inadvertently thrust it over the Quay’s edge into two fathoms of water!

We left it there till the tide should turn, and forming into procession, marched back through the streets.  I never witnessed greater enthusiasm.  I do not believe Troy held a man, woman, or child that did not turn out of doors to cheer and laugh.  Presently a verse sprang up:—­

  “The smoke came out at Freethy’s door,
  An’ down came Sullivan with his corps. 
  ‘My dears,’ says Freethy,’ don’t ’ee pour! 
  For the smoke be steam an’ nothin’ more—­
    But what hav’ ‘ee done wi’ the En-gine?’”

And the firemen, by shouting it as heartily as the rest, robbed the epigram of all its sting.

But the best of it, my dear Prince, was still to come.  For at half-past eight (that being the time of low water) a salvage corps assembled and managed to drag the engine ashore by means of stout tackle hitched round the granite pedestal that stands on Freethy’s Quay to commemorate the visit of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert, who landed there on the 8th of September, 1846.  The guise-dancers paraded it through the streets until midnight, when they gave it over to the carollers, who fed it with buckets; and as the poor machine was but little damaged, brisk jets of water were made to salute the citizens’ windows simultaneously with the season’s holy songs.  I, who have a habit of sleeping with my window open, received an icy shower-bath with the opening verse of “Christians, awake!  Salute the Happy Morn....”

On Saturday next the Brigade assembles for a Grand Salvage Banquet in the Town Hall.  There will be speeches.  Accept, my dear Prince, all possible good wishes for the New Year....

“Q.”