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nose, and, utterly unable to speak to me, rose, covered her face with her hands, and left the room weeping bitterly. I could hear her praying in a low, solemn, yet sobbing and almost inarticulate voice, as she crossed the passage to her own dressing-room,- -“Even as thou wilt, O Lord — not mine, but thy holy will be done yet, oh! it is a bitter bitter thing for a widowed mother to part with her only boy."

Now came my turn - as I read the following epistle three times over, with a most fierce countenance, before thoroughly understanding whether I was dreaming or awake --- in truth, poor little fellow as I was, I was fairly stunned.

“ Admiralty, such a date. “Dear Madam, It gives me very great pleasure to say that your son is appointed to the Breeze frigate, now fitting at Portsmouth for foreign service. Captain Wigemwell is a most excellent officer, and a good man, and the schoolmaster on board is an exceedingly decent person I am informed; so I congratulate you on his good fortune in beginning his career, in which I wish him all success, under such favourable auspices. As the boy is, I presume, all ready, you had better send him down on Thursday next, at latest, as the frigate will go to sea, wind and weather permitting, positively on Sunday morning.

"" I remain, my dear Madam,

“ Yours very faithfully,

“ BARNABY BLUEBLAZES, K. B." However much I had been moved by my mother's grief, my false pride came to my assistance, and my first impulse was to chant a verse of some old tune, in a most doleful manner. « All right — all right,” I then exclaimed, as I thrust half a doubled-up muffin into my gob, but it was all chew, chew, and no swallow — not a morsel could I force down my parched throat, which tightened like to throttle me.

Old Nicodemus had by this time again entered the room, unseen and unheard, and startled me confoundedly, as he screwed his words in his sharp cracked voice into my larboard ear. “ Jane tells me your mamma is in a sad taking, Master Tom. You ben't going to leave us, all on a heap like, be you? Surely you'll stay until your sister comes from your uncle Job's ? You know there are only two on ye — You won't leave the old lady all alone, Master Thomas, will ye?” The worthy old fellow's voice quavered here, and the tears hopped over his old cheeks through the flour and tallow like peas, as he slowly drew a line down the forehead of his well-powdered pate, with his fore-finger.

“No-no — why, yes,” exclaimed I, fairly overcome ; " that is - oh Nic, Nic – you old fool, I wish I could cry, man- I wish I could cry!" and straightway I hied me to my chamber, and wept until I thought my very heart would have burst.

In my innocence and ignorance, child as I was, I had looked forward to several months' preparation; to buying and fitting of uniforms, and dirks, and cocked hat, and swaggering therein, to my own great glory, and the envy of all my young relations; and especially I desired to parade my firenew honours before the large dark eyes of my darling little Creole cousin, Mary Palma; whereas I was now to be bundled on board, at a few days' warning, out of a ready-made furnishing shop, with lots of ill-made, glossy, hard-mangled duck trousers, the creases as sharp as the backs of knives, and — " oh, it never rains, but it pours,” exclaimed I; “surely all this promptitude is a little de plus in Sir Barnaby."

However, away I was trundled at the time appointed, with an aching heart, to Portsmouth, after having endured the misery of a first parting from a fond mother, and a host of kind friends; but, miserable as I was, accord

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ing to my preconceived determination, I began my journal the very day! arrived, that nothing connected with so great a man should be lost, and most weighty did the matters therein related appear to me at the time; but seen through the long vista of I won't say how many years, I really must confess that the Log, for long long after I first went to sea in the Breeze, and subsequently when removed to the old Kraaken line-of-battle ship, both of whích were constantly part of blockading squadrons, could be compared to nothing more fitly than a dish of trifle, anciently called syllabub, with a stray plum here and there scattered at the bottom. But when, after several weary years, I got away in the dead old Torch, on a separate cruise, incidents came fast enough with a vengeance -- stern, unyielding, iron events, as I found to my heavy cost, which spoke out trumpet-tongued and fiercely for themselves, and whose tremendous simplicity required no adventitious aid in the narration to thrill through the hearts of others. So, to avoid yarn-spinning, I shall evaporate my early Eogs, and blow off as much of the froth as I can, in order to present the residuum free of flummery to the reader - just to give him a taste here and there, as it were, of the sort of animal I was at that time. Thus :

Thomas Cringle, his log-book. –

Arrived in Portsmouth, by the Defiance, at ten, A. M. on such a day. Waited on the commissioner, to whom I had letters, and said I was appointed to the Breeze. Same day, went on board and took up my berth stilling hot; mouldy biscuit ; and so on. My mother's list makes it fifteen shirts, whereas I have only twelve.

Admiral made the signal to weigh, wind at S. W., fresh and squally. Stockings should be one dozen worsted, three of cotton, two of silk; find only half a dozen worsted, two of cotton, and one of silk. Fired a gun and weighed.

Sailed for the fleet off Vigo, deucedly sea-sick ; was told that fat pork was the best specific, if bolted half raw; did not find it much of a tonic; - passed a terrible night, and for four hours of it obliged to keep watch, more dead than alive. The very second evening we were at sea, it came on to blow, and the night fell very dark, with heavy rain. Towards eight bells in the middle watch, I was standing on a gun well forward on the starboard side, listening to the groaning of the main tack, as the swelling sail, the foot of which stretched transversely right athwart the ship's deck in a black arch, struggled to tear it up, like some dark impalpable spirit of the air striving to burst the chains that held him, and escape high up into the murky clouds, or a giant labouring to uproot an oak, and wondering in my innocence how hempen cord could

brook such strain - when just as the long-waited-for strokes of the bell sounded yladly in my ear, and the shrill clear note of the whistle of the boatswain's mate had been followed by his gruff voice, grumbling hoarsely through the gale, “ Larboard watch, ahoy!” the look-out at the weather gangway, who had been relieved, and beside whom I had been standing a moment before, stepped past me, and scrambled up on the booms. “ Hillo, Howard, where away, my man ?" said I.

« Only to fetch my

Crack! – the maintack parted, and up flew the sail with a thundering flap, loud as the report of a cannon shot, through which, however, I could distinctly hear a heavy smash, as the large and ponderous blocks at the clew of the sail struck the doomed sailor under the ear, and whirled him off the booms over the fore-yard-arm into the sea, where he perished, as heaving-to was impossible, and useless if practicable, as his head must have been smashed to atoms.

This is one of the stray plums of the trifle, what follows is a whisk of the froth, written when we looked into Corunna, about a week after the embarkation of the army:

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Farewell, thou pillar of the war,

Warm-hearted soldier, Moore, farewell,
In honour's firmament a star,

As bright as e'er, in glory fell.
Deceived by weak or wicked men,

How gallantly thou stood'st at bay,
Like lion hunted to his den,

Let France tell, on that bloody day.
No boastful splendour round thy bier,

No blazon'd trophies o'er thy grave;
But thou had'st more, the soldier's'tear,

The heart-warm offering of the brave.
On Lusitania's rock-girt coast,

All coffinless thy relics lie,
Where all but honour bright was lost,

Yet thy example shall not die.
Albeit no funeral knell was rung,

Nor o'er thy tomb in mournful wreath
The laurel twined with cypress hung,

Still shall it live while Britons breathe.
What though, when thou wert lowly laid,

Instead of all the pomp of wo,
The volley o'er thy bloody bed

Was thunder'd by an envious foo:-
Inspired by it in after time,
A race of heroes will

The glory of Britannia's clime,

To emulate thy bright career.
And there will be, of martial fire,

Those who all danger will endure ;
Their first, best aim, but to inspire
To die thy death -- the death of Moore.

To return. On the evening of the second day, we were off Falmouth, and then got a slant of wind that enabled us to lie our course.

Next morning, at daybreak, saw a frigate in the north-east quarter, making signals;

; - soon after we bore up. Bay of Biscay - tremendous swell Cape Finisterre - blockading squadron off Cadiz — in shore squadron and so on, all trifle and no plums.

At length the Kraaken, in which I had now served for some time, was ordered home, and sick of knocking about in a fleet, I got appointed to a fine eighteen-gun sloop, the Torch, in which we sailed on such a day for the North Sea — wind foul -- weather thick and squally; but towards evening on the third day, being then off Harwich, it moderated, when we made more sail, and stood on, and next morning, in the cold, miserable, drenching haze of an October daybreak, we passed through a fleet of fishing-boats at anchor. " At anchor, though I, " and in the middle of the sea," – but so it was — - all with their tiny cabooses smoking cheerily, and a solitary figure, as broad as it was long, stiffly walking to and fro on the confined decks of the little vessels. It was now that I knew the value of the saying, “ A fisherman's walk, two steps and overboard.” With regard to these same fisher


men, I cannot convey a better notion of them, than by describing one of the two North Sea pilots whom we had on board. This pilot was at all, rawboned subject, about six feet or so, with a blue face — I could not call it red

- and a hawk's-bill nose of the colour of bronze. His head was defended from the weather by what is technically called a south-west —

- pronounced Sow-west-cap, which is in shape like the thatch of a dustman, composed of canvass, well tarred, with no snout, but having a long flap hanging down the back to carry the rain over the cape of the jacket. His chin was imbedded in a red comforter that rose to his ears. His trunk was first of all cased in a shirt of worsted stocking-net; over this he had a coarse linen shirt, then a thick cloth waistcoat; a shag jacket was the next layer, and over that was rigged the large cumbrous pea jacket, reaching to his knees. As for his lower spars, the rig was still more peculiar; first of all, he had on a pair of most comfortable woollen stockings, what we call fleecy hosiery and the beauties are peculiarly nice in this respect -- then a pair of strong fearnaught trousers ; over these again are drawn up another pair of stockings, thick, coarse, rig-and-furrow as we call them in Scotland, and above all this were drawn a pair of long, well-greased, and liquored boots, reaching half-way up the thigh, and altogether impervious to wet. However comfortable this costume may be in bad weather, in board, it is clear enough that any culprit so swathed, would stand a poor chance of being saved, were he to fall overboard. The wind now veered round and round, and baffled, and checked us off, so that it was the sixth night after we had taken our departure from Harwich before we saw Heligoland light. We then bore away for Cuxhaven, and I now knew for the first time that we had a government emissary of some kind or another on board, although he had hitherto confined himself strictly to the captain's cabin.

All at once it came to blow from the north-east, and we were again driven back among the English fishing boats. The weather was thick as buttermilk, so we had to keep the bell constantly ringing, as we could not see the jib-boom end from the forecastle. Every now and then we heard a small, hard, clanking tinkle, from the fishing-boats, as if an old pot had been 'struck instead of a bell, and a faint hollo, “ Fishing smack," as we shot past them in the fog, while we could scarcely see the vessels at all. The morning after this particular time to which I allude, was darker than any which had gone before it; absolutely you could not see the breadth of the ship from you; and as we had not taken the sun for five days, we had to grope our way almost entirely by the lead. I had the forenoon watch, during the whole of which we were among a little fleet of fishingboats, although we could scarcely see them, but being unwilling to lose ground by lying to, we fired a gun every half hour, to give the small craft notice of our vicinity, that they might keep their bells a-going. Every three or four minutes the marine drum-boy, or some amateur performer, - for most sailors would give a glass of grog any day to be allowed to beat a drum for five minutes on end, -beat a short roll, and often as we drove along, under a reefed foresail, and close-reefed topsails, we could hear the answering tinkle before we saw the craft from which it proceeded; and when we did perceive her as we flew across her stern, we could only see it. and her mast, and one or two well-swathed, hardy fisherman, the whole of the little vessel forward being hid in a cloud.

I had been invited this day to dine with the captain, Mr. Splinter the first lieutenant being also of the party; the cloth had been withdrawn, and we had all had a glass or two of wine a piece, when the fog settled down so thickly, although it was not more than five o'clock in the afternoon, that the captain desired that the lamp might be lit. It was done, and I was remarking the contrast between the dull, dusky, brown light, or rather the palpable London fog that came through the skylight, and the bright yellow

sparkle of the lamp, when the second lieutenant, Mr. Treenail, came down the ladder

“We have shoaled our water to five fathoms, sir - shells and stones. Here Wilson, bring in the lead.”

The leadsman, in his pea-jacket and shag trousers, with the rain-drop hanging to his nose, and a large knot in his cheek from a junk of tobacco therein stowed, with pale, wet visage, and whiskers sparkling with moisture, while his long black hair hung damp and lank over his fine forehead and the stand-up cape of his coat, immediately presented himself at the door, with the lead in his claws, an octagonal-shaped cone, like the weight of a window-sash, about eighteen inches long, and two inches diameter at the bottom, tapering away nearly to a point at top, where it was flattened, and a hole pierced for the line to be fastened to. At the lower end -- the buttend, as I would say - there was a hollow scooped out, and filled with grease, so that when the lead was cast, the quality of the soil, sand, or shells, or mud, that came up adhering to this lard, indicated, along with the depth of water, our situation in the North Sea ; and by this, indeed, we guided our course, in the absence of all opportunity of ascertaining our position by observations of the sun.

The captain consulted the chart- -"Sand and shells; why, you should have deeper water, Mr. Treenail. Any of the fishing-boats near you ?"

“Not at present, sir ; but we cannot be far off some of them.” “Well, let me know when you come near any of them.”

A little after this, az became my situation, I rose and made my bow, and went on deck. By this time the night had fallen, and it was thicker than ever, so that, standing beside the man at the wheel, you could not see farther forward than the booms; yet it was not dark either,

that is, it was moonlight, so that the haze, thick as it was, had that silver gauze-like appearance, as if it had been luminous in itself, that cannot be described to any one who has not seen it. The gun had been fired just as I came on deck, but no responding tinkle gave notice of any vessel being in the neighbourhood. Ten minutes, it may have been a quarter of an hour, when a short roll of the drum was beaten from the forecastle, where I was standing. At the moment I thought I heard a holla, but I could not be sure. Pres. ently I saw a small light, with a misty halo surrounding it, just under the bowsprit

“ Port your helm," sung out the boatswain, -"port your helm, or we shall be over a fishing-boat!" A cry arose from beneath

--a black object was for an instant distinguishable - and the next moment a crash was heard. The spritsail-yard rattled, and broke off sharp at the point where it crossed the bowsprit; and a heavy smashing thump against our bows told, in fearful language, that we had run her down. Three of the men and a boy hung on by the rigging of the bowsprit, and were brought safely on board; but two poor fellows perished with their boat. It appeared, that they had broken their bell; and although they saw us coming, they had no better means than shouting, and showing a light, to advertise us of their vicinity.

Next morning the wind once more chopped round, and the weather cleared, and in four-and-twenty hours thereafter we were off the mouth of the Elbe, with three miles of white foaming shoals between us and the land at Cuxhaven, roaring and hissing, as if ready to swallow us up. It was low water, and, as our object was to land the emissary at Cuxhaven, we had to wait, having no pilot for the port, although we had the signal flying for one all the morning, until noon, when we ran in close to the which constituted the rampart of the fort at the entrance. To our great surprise, when we hoisted our colours and pennant, and fired a gun to leeward, there was no flag hoisted in answer at the flag-staff, nor was there

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