The weather side of the quarter-deck of H.M. frigate _Unicorn_ was
occupied by two very great personages: Captain Plumbton, commanding the
ship, who was very great in width if not in height, taking much more
than his allowance of the deck, if it were not that he was the
proprietor thereof, and entitled to the lion's share. Captain P was not
more than four feet ten inches in height; but then he was equal to that
in girth: there was quite enough of him, if he had only been _rolled
out_. He walked with his coat flying open, his thumbs stuck into the
arm holes of his waistcoat, so as to throw his shoulders back and
increase his horizontal dimensions. He also held his head well aft,
which threw his chest and stomach well forward. He was the prototype of
pomposity and good nature, and he strutted like an actor in a
procession.
The other personage was the first lieutenant, whom Nature had pleased to
fashion in another mould. He was as tall as the captain was short--as
thin as his superior was corpulent. His long, lanky legs were nearly up
to the captain's shoulders; and he bowed down over the head of his
superior, as if he were the crane to hoist up, and the captain the bale
of goods to be hoisted. He carried his hands behind his back, with two
fingers twisted together; and his chief difficulty appeared to be to
reduce his own stride to the parrot march of the captain. His features
were sharp and lean as was his body, and wore every appearance of a
cross-grained temper.
He had been making divers complaints of divers persons, and the captain
had hitherto appeared imperturbable. Captain Plumbton was an
even-tempered man, who was satisfied with a good dinner. Lieutenant
Markitall was an odd-tempered man, who would quarrel with his bread and
butter.
"Quite impossible, sir," continued the first-lieutenant, "to carry on
the duty without support."
This oracular observation, which, from the relative forms of the two
parties, descended as it were from above, was replied to by the captain
with a "Very true."
"Then, sir, I presume you will not object to my putting that man in the
report for punishment?"
"I'll think about it, Mr Markitall." This, with Captain Plumbton, was
as much as to say, No.
"The young gentlemen, sir, I am sorry to say, are very troublesome."
"Boys always are," replied the captain.
"Yes sir: but the duty must be carried on, and I cannot do without
them."
"Very true--midshipmen are very useful."
"But I am sorry to say, sir, that they are not. Now sir, there's Mr
Templemore; I can do nothing with him--he does nothing but laugh."
"Laugh!--Mr Markitall, does he laugh at you?"
"Not exactly, sir; but he laughs at everything. If I send him to the
mast-head, he goes up laughing; if I call him down, he comes down
laughing; if I find fault with him, he laughs the next minute: in fact,
sir, he does nothing but laugh. I should particularly wish, sir, that
you would speak to him, and see if any interference on your part--"
"Would make him cry--eh? better to laugh than cry in this world. Does
he never cry, Mr Markitall?"
"Yes, sir, and very unseasonably. The other day, you may recollect,
when you punished Wilson the marine, whom I appointed to take care of
his chest and hammock, he was crying the whole time; almost tantamount--
at least an indirect species of mutiny on his part, as it implied--"
"That the boy was sorry that his servant was punished; I never flog a
man but I'm sorry myself, Mr Markitall."
"Well, I do not press the question of his crying--that I might look
over; but his laughing, sir, I must beg that you will take notice of
that. Here he is, sir, coming up the hatchway. Mr Templemore, the
captain wishes to speak to you."
Now the captain did not wish to speak to him, but, forced upon him as it
was by the first-lieutenant, he could do no less. So Mr Templemore
touched his hat, and stood before the captain, we regret to say, with
such a good-humoured, sly, confiding smirk on his countenance, as at
once established the proof of the accusation, and the enormity of the
offence.
"So, sir," said Captain Plumbton, stopping in his perambulation, and
squaring his shoulders still more, "I find that you laugh at the
first-lieutenant."
"I, sir?" replied the boy, the smirk expanding into a broad grin.
"Yes; you, sir," said the first-lieutenant, now drawing up to his full
height; "why you're laughing now, sir."
"I can't help it, sir--it's not my fault; and I'm sure it's not yours,
sir," added the boy, demurely.
"Are you aware, Edward--Mr Templemore, I mean--of the impropriety of
disrespect to your superior officer?"
"I never laughed at Mr Markitall but once, sir, that I can recollect,
and that was when he tumbled over the messenger."
"And why did you laugh at him then, sir?"
"I always do laugh when any one tumbles down," replied the lad; "I can't
help it, sir."
"Then, sir, I suppose you would laugh if you saw me rolling in the
lee-scuppers?" said the captain.
"Oh!" replied the boy, no longer able to contain himself, "I'm sure I
should burst myself with laughing--I think I see you now, sir."
"Do you, indeed! I'm very glad that you do not; though I'm afraid,
young gentleman, you stand convicted by your own confession."
"Yes, sir, for laughing, if that is any crime; but it's not in the
Articles of War."
"No, sir; but disrespect is. You laugh when you go to the mast-head."
"But I obey the order, sir, immediately--Do I not, Mr Markitall?"
"Yes, sir, you obey the order; but, at the same time, your laughing
proves that you do not mind the punishment."
"No more I do, sir. I spend half my time at the mast-head, and I'm used
to it now."
"But, Mr Templemore, ought you not to feel the disgrace of the
punishment?" inquired the captain, severely.
"Yes, sir, if I felt I deserved it I should. I should not laugh, sir,
if _you_ sent me to the mast-head," replied the boy, assuming a serious
countenance.
"You see, Mr Markitall, that he can be grave," observed the captain.
"I've tried all I can to make him so, sir," replied the
first-lieutenant; "but I wish to ask Mr Templemore what he means to
imply by saying, `when he deserves it.' Does he mean to say that I have
ever punished him unjustly?"
"Yes, sir," replied the boy, boldly; "five times out of six, I am
mast-headed for nothing--and that's the reason why I do not mind it."
"For nothing, sir! Do you call laughing nothing?"
"I pay every attention that I can to my duty, sir; I always obey your
orders; I try all I can to make you pleased with me--but you are always
punishing me."
"Yes, sir, for laughing, and, what is worse, making the ship's company
laugh."
"They `haul and hold' just the same, sir--I think they work all the
better for being merry."
"And pray, sir, what business have you to think?" replied the
first-lieutenant, now very angry. "Captain Plumbton, as this young
gentleman thinks proper to interfere with me and the discipline of the
ship, I beg you will see what effect your punishing may have upon him."
"Mr Templemore," said the captain, "you are, in the first place, too
free in your speech, and, in the next place, too fond of laughing.
There is, Mr Templemore, a time for all things--a time to be merry, and
a time to be serious. The quarter-deck is not a fit place for mirth."
"I'm sure the gangway is not," shrewdly interrupted the boy.
"No--you are right, nor the gangway; but you may laugh on the
forecastle, and when below with your messmates."
"No, sir, we may not; Mr Markitall always sends out if he hears us
laughing."
"Because, Mr Templemore, you're always laughing."
"I believe I am, sir; and if it's wrong I'm sorry to displease you, but
I mean no disrespect. I laugh in my sleep--I laugh when I awake--I
laugh when the sun shines--I always feel so happy; but though you do
mast-head me, Mr Markitall, I should not laugh, but be very sorry, if
any misfortune happened to you."
"I believe you would, boy--I do indeed, Mr Markitall," said the
captain.
"Well, sir," replied the first-lieutenant, "as Mr Templemore appears to
be aware of his error, I do not wish to press my complaint--I have only
to request that he will never laugh again."
"You hear, boy, what the first-lieutenant says; it's very reasonable,
and I beg I may hear no more complaints. Mr Markitall, let me know
when the foot of that foretopsail will be repaired--I should like to
shift it to-night."
Mr Markitall went down under the half-deck to make the inquiry.
"And, Edward," said Captain Plumbton, as soon as the lieutenant was out
of ear-shot, "I have a good deal more to say to you upon this subject,
but I have no time now. So come and dine with me--at my table, you
know, I allow laughing in moderation."
The boy touched his hat, and with a grateful, happy countenance, walked
away.
We have introduced this little scene, that the reader may form some idea
of the character of Edward Templemore. He was indeed the soul of mirth,
good-humour, and kindly feelings towards others; he even felt kindly
towards the first-lieutenant, who persecuted him for his risible
propensities. We do not say that the boy was right in laughing at all
times, or that the first-lieutenant was wrong in attempting to check it.
As the captain said, there is a time for all things, and Edward's laugh
was not always seasonable; but it was his nature, and he could not help
it. He was joyous as the May morning; and thus he continued for years,
laughing at everything--pleased with everybody--almost universally
liked--and his bold, free, and happy spirit unchecked by vicissitude or
hardship.
He served his time--was nearly turned back when he was passing his
examination for laughing, and then went laughing to sea again--was in
command of a boat at the cutting-out of a French corvette, and when on
board was so much amused by the little French captain skipping about
with his rapier, which proved fatal to many, that at last he received a
pink from the little gentleman himself, which laid him on deck. For
this affair, and in consideration of his wound, he obtained his
promotion to the rank of lieutenant--was appointed to a line-of-battle
ship in the West Indies--laughed at the yellow-fever--was appointed to
the tender of that ship, a fine schooner, and was sent to cruise for
prize-money for the admiral, and promotion for himself, if he could, by
any fortunate encounter, be so lucky as to obtain it.