ADDRESS. Entering upon another year of publication, kindly friends tell us we have established a claim to the continued and warm support of all the lovers of the sea, its pursuits, and pastimes. Notwithstanding the flattering assurance of such a claim, we shall endeavour to render it still more certain, by the continued devotion of our best energies, in every way that can advance the cause and the interests of yachting. As the recognized organ solely devoted to the noblest pastime in which Britons indulge, we have endeavoured to render our Magazine in every way efficient to the duties of its position; and from the commendations with which we have been favoured, are induced to think not altogether without achieving a pleasure of success. As reward sweetens labour-even a labour of love, we trust that a rising barometer, in the shape of a still more enlarged support, may confirm these indications of a fair wind, and enable us to attain further success by being prepared with additional canvas. To our many patrons we are grateful. To our able and kind contributors we address our sincere acknowledgments, and the assurance, that the cultivation of reciprocal relationship in the good cause we are embarked in shall ever predominate on our part. HUNT'S THERE AND BACK AGAIN. * On the day after Guendolen arrived at Lisbon, our yachtsmen were But the world is much smaller than is usually imagined. Brown thousand miles in a canoe on the river Yang-tse-kiang to escape his compatriots, is greeted by the familiar voices of Brown and Jones, as he paddles his way among the sampans of Nankin. fellow, who'd a'thought of seeing you here!" 66 Hallo, old Of course then, the streets of Lisbon could form no exception to this rule, and so in the midst of their fancied isolation, great was the surprise of the Guendolenians when a stout bearded individual of the true "Mossoo" type started forward from a group of loungers, and throwing his arms around Tom Bowline saluted that gentleman with three kisses, one on on each cheek, and one on his lips. Tom started back aghast. He had the Briton's prejudice against male embracing male, and a notion flashed through his brain that this Judas kiss might be the ruse of a pick-pocket, so Tom cleared for action. "Ha! caro mio Bowlino," shouted the stranger in stenLorian tones-(but as the Chronicler feels shaky in his Italian, he will not tempt his fate further in that language.) "Do you not know me? Behold! I am thine ancient friend Boanergi, first profound bass of Opera Royals everywhere! What, the beard? ah bah ! the beard-the beard it comes and it goes; what, do you not remember ?"—and he burst forth into deep mouthed song "Son Dandini il cameriere." But Tom had recovered his scattered faculties, and with some difficulty evading a second embrace, shook the great singer's hand heartily, after the English fashion, and introduced him to the other three; a courtesy which the Signor reciprocated, by extending the acquaintance to his friends, who turned out to be other members of the Opera company then fulfilling an engagement at the Royal Theatre. By a happy coincidence luncheon time had arrived-the landing steps were within a hundred yards distance and the gig waiting. Two or three trips conveyed the whole party on board Guendolen, and there, over the foaming wine of Champagne, an entente cordiale was established, very agreeable and useful to the travellers during their short stay in Lisbon. Tom Bowline's acquaintance with Signor Boanergi was in this wise. A fanatico per la musica, as we have said, the pursuit of the tuneful art had thrown him among those birds of a feather, who from time to time in the form of opera companies warble so deliciously to Dublin audiences. It had been in Tom's power on one such occasion to be of some slight service to the great basso, hence the loving recognition. |