The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 17: what you’re looking at

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oF LONDON. 15 Jailors, and shot like an arrow for the shore ; but ti heavy grapple fell over its gunnels, and instantly farrested its course. #} Cleave it in two! sung out the captain. Tom seized the axe and applied it lustily. Tt’s a ¢ hain, or 1°]l be damned, muttered he, in smo- Boat ahoy! was again heard, No response was given. The chain which held the grapple was now stretched, and the boat was isuddenly drawn towards the emninius object from twhich the imperious voice proceeded. The cap- tain thrust his hat over his brows, and secured his }@ane in his belt. Kivery man for himself. Vli be hanged if I wished to take a bath this evening ; move off, | Charlie ; raise the valve; heave away, Tom; save - himself who can. | The bottom cf the boat now suddenly and mysteriously disappeared ; men and bales were both ingulphed ; and the prappling of the revenue officers caught only the shell and ribs and skele- ton of the boat, from which everything valuable — had been stripped. The two other craft, improv- ing the confusion created by this melee, escaped to the shore, and the drenched crew of the admi« ral’s barge soon joined their companions. As for the brave Captain Paddy O’Chrane, he went peaceably to his own house, exchanged his moistened garments fora coat of unsoiled blue, breeches of spotless deer-skin, and again directed his footsteps to the Crown Arms, where we first introduced him to the reader, As he was enters ing the parlour, a scene similar to the one we have os ey, CORNIGELDOOKSsCOLM