conclusion; not a cobbler’s job, that’s at an end in the middle, and at the beginning at the end.

It’s the old woman’s tricks to be giving cobbling jobs. Lord! What an affection all old women have for tinkers. I know an old woman of sixty-five who ran away with a bald-headed young tinker once. And that’s the reason I never would work for lonely widow old women ashore, when I kept my job-shop in the Vineyard; they might have taken it into their lonely old heads to run off with me. But heigh-ho! There are no caps at sea but snow-caps. Let me see. Nail down the lid; caulk the seams; pay over the same with pitch; batten them down tight, and hang it with the snap-spring over the ship’s stern.

Were ever such things done before with a coffin? Some