Palmetto-Leaves

We call for his name. The stewards call him "Jack: " but he seems to run about as well for one name as another; and it is proposed to call him "Barnes," from the name of the boat we are on. The suggestion drops, from want of energy in our very demoralized company to carry it. Not that we are seasick, one of us: oh, no Grimly upright, always at table, and eating our three meals a day, who dares intimate that we are sick? Perish the thought It is only a dizzy, headachy dulness, with an utter disgust for every thing in general, that creeps over us; and Jack's mournful face re-flects but too truly our own internal troubles