Tom Finch's Monkey, and how he dined with the Admiral

e on deck--the young imps were always up to some of their larks--and being of a kindred disposition himself, Tom was never hard on them for their tricks.

The monkey had on a blue coat and trousers with a red sash across his chest and a Turkish fez on his head, which gave him the appearance of one of the many Chilian field marshals, and generals, and colonels whom we had seen at Valparaiso, his wizened, dried-up face adding to the delusion.

As luck would have it, too, what should Jocko do, as the admiral and Tom entered the cabin, but rise from the sofa; and taking off the cap from his head with one of his paws, while the other was laid deferentially on his chest, he made a most polite bow, in the manner he had always been used to do, when either of us greeted him on coming in.

"Who's this gentleman?" said the admiral pleasantly, taking off his cocked hat likewise, and returning the salute--"I suppose someone you've given a passage to on the way, eh?"

Tom was at his wit's e