Herald, June 2, 1802, which shows that our grandfathers could advertise in as catching a style as the present generation: "On Saturday, the following conversation occurred between two sailors opposite Somerset House : 'Ah! Sam, how are you?' 'Why, Jack, when I saw you, a few days ago, I was near a Gentleman; but now, through my folly, am a complete beggar!' 'Cheer up, Sam, for you are near a Gentleman now. I have just received all my prize money and wages; we have been partners in many a hard battle; we will be partners now. I am going to the London Sea Coal Company, in Southampton Street, Holborn, to buy a score of coals; and, by retailing of which, I'll prove to you, there's a devilish deal more satisfaction. and pleasure than in throwing the gold dust away on bad women or public-houses." This company were in September, 1804, selling their coals at 58s. per chaldron.

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October 8, 1804: "Pool price of coals: Wallsend, 54s. 6d.; Hebburn and Percy, 52s. 6d.; Wellington, 52s. 3d.; Temples, 51s. 8d.; Eighton, 48s. 3d. Eight ships at market, and all sold. The addition of 12s. to the above will give the price at which the coals should be delivered in town."

That was in face of approaching winter. In summer time the price was naturally lower-July 1, 1805: "Coals. Monday, 24 June, 20 cargoes sold from 39s. 3d. to 49s. 6d.

That part of the Thames from the east side of London Bridge is called "The Pool."

per chaldron. Wednesday, 26 do.; 10 ditto 42s. 9d. to 49s. Friday, 28: 15 ditto 43s. 9d. to 49s. 6d. in the Pool."

In February, 1808, the retail price of coals was 64s.; and this did not include metage and shooting. In October, 1809, they rose to 74s., and in November of the same year they reached 84s.

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The Navy-Sailor's carelessness-"The Sailor's Journal"-The sailor and "a dilly "-Dress of the sailors-Rough life both for officers and men -Number of ships in Commission-Pressing-A man killed by a press-gang-Mutinies— That of the Danäe-Mutiny on board the Hermione, and cold-blooded slaughter of the officers-Mutiny in Bantry Bay-Pay of the officers-French prisoners of war.

T was the fashion then, as it is now, to portray a

sailor, as a harum-scarum, jovial, rollicking, care-for

nought; and doubtless, in the main, he was, at that time, as unlike as possible to the blue-riband, savings-bank Jack that he very frequently is now. Prize money was pretty plentiful; such things as a temperance captain and ship, were unknown; and the constant active service in which they were engaged, with its concomitant insecurity to life and limb, must have made them somewhat reckless, and inclined to enjoy life, after their fashion, whilst they still possessed that life. Rowlandson-May 30, 1802drew two of them in a caricature, called "The Sailor's Journal." They are dividing a bowl of punch, one is smoking, the other gives his mate some extracts from his

Steered to Nan's

Journal: "Entered the port of London. lodgings, and unshipped my Cargo; Nan admired the shiners-so did the landlord-gave 'em a handful a-piece; emptied a bottle of the right sort with the landlord to the health of his honour Lord Nelson. All three set sail for the play; got a berth in a cabin on the larboard sidewanted to smoke a pipe, but the boatswain wouldn't let me; remember to rig out Nan like the fine folks in the cabin right ahead. Saw Tom Junk aloft in the corner of the upper deck-hailed him; the signal returned. Some of the land-lubbers in the cockpit began to laugh-tipped them a little foremast lingo till they sheered off. Emptied the grog bottle; fell fast asleep-dreamt of the battle of Camperdown. My landlord told me the play was overglad of it. Crowded sail for a hackney coach. Squally weather-rather inclined to be sea-sick. Gave the pilot a two pound-note, and told him not to mind the change. In the morning, looked over my Rhino—a great deal of it, to be sure; but I hope, with the help of a few friends, to spend every shilling in a little time, to the honour and glory of old England."

This was the ideal, and typical, sailor; the reality was sometimes as foolish. Morning Herald, June 12, 1805: "One day last week a sailor belonging to a man-of-war at Plymouth had leave to go on shore; but, having staid much longer than the allowed time, he received a sharp reprimand on his return. Jack's reply was that he was

very sorry, but that he had taken a dilly (a kind of chaise used about Plymouth) for the purpose of making the utmost haste, but the coachman could not give him change for half a guinea, and he, therefore, was obliged to keep him driving fore and aft between Plymouth and the Dock,

till he had drove the half-guinea out! Unfortunately for poor Jack, it so happened, that when the half-guinea was drove out, he was set down at the spot whence he started, and had just as far to walk, as though he had not been drove at all."

When in full uniform, a sailor in the Royal Navy was a sight to see —with his pigtail properly clubbed and tied with black silk. We have already seen them in the picture of Nelson's funeral car, and the accompanying illustration is of the same

BRITISH SAILOR- -1805.

epoch, and shows a British sailor

weeping over Lord Nelson's death.

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It was a rough school, both for officers and men. may judge somewhat of what the life of the former was like by Captain Marryat's novels; but, lest they should be highly coloured, let us take a few lines from the first page of the "Memoir of Admiral Sir Edward Codrington": 1

Edited by his daughter, Lady Bourchier. London, 1873.