Springhaven

to him. He was one of the simplest-minded men that ever trod the British oak. Whatever he thought he generally said; and whatever he said he meant and did. Y

h in the hand of the Almighty over him (to help him in all his righteous deeds), and over his enemies, to destroy them. Though he never insisted on any deep piety in his own behavior,

when wanted, but at other times the wrong one. They liked him to do them a very good turn, but would not let him do himself one; and whenever he looked for some fair chance of a littl

hing-and I hate to see poor fellows killed. All I want is to spend the rest of my life ashore, and lay out the garden. You must come and see what a bridge I have made to throw across the fish-pond. I can

ke best for dinner. In the days when you were my smallest youngster, and as proud as Punch to dine with me, your taste was the finest in the ship, because your stomach was the weakest. How often I thought that t

welcome and famous guest as if he knew a great deal more of his nature than the owner did.

er lose a moment-that's my rule. You can't get along as fa

astern. Thank God, they don't know who he is, and I'll take good care not to let them know. If this is what comes of

e white gate slowly, as behooved the owner. And, by the time he halted there, the

e, you lubber there. Fenders out! So, so. Now stand by, all! There are two smart lads among you, and no more. All the rest

ilk, very long, coming over the place where his stomach should have been, and white plush breeches, made while he was blockading Boulogne in 1801, and therefore had scarcely any flesh upon his bones. Peace having fattened him a little, these breeches had tightened upon him (as their way is with a boy having six weeks' holiday); but still they could not make his legs look big, though they showed them sharp and muscular. Below them were brisk little sinewy calves in white silk hose, with a

and displayed all the power of his countenance, or rather the vigor; for power is heavy, and his face was light and quickness. Softness al

ck next to the Rosalie. "Whoever can 'a be, to make thee so dumb? Doth 'a know our own business afore

oice, which no gale of wind could blow away. "Whether he be wrong or right-and I won't say but what I might