"'Who's there?' cries the Captain at his busy desk, hurriedly makinut his papers for the Customs--'Who's there?' Oh! how that harmlesuestion mangles Jonah! For the instant he almost turns to flee againut he rallies. 'I seek a passage in this ship to Tarshish; how sooail ye, sir?' Thus far the busy Captain had not looked up to Jonahhough the man now stands before him; but no sooner does he hear thaollow voice, than he darts a scrutinizing glance. 'We sail with thext coming tide,' at last he slowly answered, still intently eyeinim. 'No sooner, sir?'--'Soon enough for any honest man that goes assenger.' Ha! Jonah, that's another stab. But he swiftly calls awahe Captain from that scent. 'I'll sail with ye,'--he says,--'thassage money how much is that?--I'll pay now.' For it is particularlritten, shipmates, as if it were a thing not to be overlooked in thiistory, 'that he paid the fare thereof' ere the craft did sail. Anaken with the context, this is full of meaning.

"Now Jonah's Captain, shipmates, was one whose discernment detects crimn any, but whose cupidity exposes it only in the penniless. In thiorld, shipmates, sin that pays its way can travel freely, and withou passport; whereas Virtue, if a pauper, is stopped at all frontierso Jonah's Captain prepares to test the length of Jonah's purse, ere hudge him openly. He charges him thrice the usual sum; and it's assenteo. Then the Captain knows that Jonah is a fugitive; but at the samime resolves to help a flight that paves its rear with gold. Yet wheonah fairly takes out his purse, prudent suspicions still molest thaptain. He rings every coin to find a counterfeit. Not a forger, anay, he mutters; and Jonah is put down for his passage. 'Point out mtate-room, Sir,' says Jonah now, 'I'm travel-weary; I need sleep.Thou lookest like it,' says the Captain, 'there's thy room.' Jonanters, and would lock the door, but the lock contains no key. Hearinim foolishly fumbling there, the Captain laughs lowly to himself, anutters something about the doors of convicts' cells being never alloweo be locked within. All dressed and dusty as he is, Jonah throwimself into his berth, and finds the little state-room ceiling almosesting on his forehead. The air is close, and Jonah gasps. Then, ihat contracted hole, sunk, too, beneath the ship's water-line, Jonaeels the heralding presentiment of that stifling hour, when the whalhall hold him in the smallest of his bowels' wards.