would you ever?

for me to ship
to the Colonies--and--. But no matter, no matter; Noll knew I did it, for he knows every thing. Well,
sir, you seem so alarmed, that I'm dumb as a sand-bank; only this, his Highness is far enough off to-night, and you need fear no other Olivers, for England
will never see but one." "True, true--good Dalton!--but tell me, are you often on the French coast now?" "Yes, I'm grown old, and, though my little Fire-fly is still
bright and beautiful, and her ivories as biting, her guns, sir,

as musical as ever, yet I'm done

with the
Colonies; they ruin a man's morals and his health; but I do a little, just by way of amusement, or practice, with Flanders
and France, and a run now and then...