CHAPTER VII.

----"Somewhat we will do.

And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me

The earldom of Hereford, and all the moveables

Whereof the king my brother was possessed."

RICHARD III.

Rear-Admiral Bluewater found Sir Gervaise Oakes pacing a large

dressing-room, quarter-deck fashion, with as much zeal, as if just

released from a long sitting, on official duty, in his own cabin. As the

two officers were perfectly familiar with each other's personal habits,

neither deviated from his particular mode of indulging his ease; but the

last comer quietly took his seat in a large chair, disposing of his

person in a way to show he intended to consult his comfort, let what

would happen.

"Bluewater," commenced Sir Gervaise, "this is a very foolish affair of

the Pretender's son, and can only lead to his destruction. I look upon

it as altogether unfortunate."

"That, as it may terminate. No man can tell what a day, or an hour, may

bring forth. I am sure, such a rising was one of the last things _I_

have been anticipating, down yonder, in the Bay of Biscay."

"I wish, with all my heart, we had never left it," muttered Sir

Gervaise, so low that his companion did not hear him. Then he added, in

a louder tone, "_Our_ duty, however, is very simple. We have only to

obey orders; and it seems that the young man has no naval force to

sustain him. We shall probably be sent to watch Brest, or l'Orient, or

some other port. Monsieur must be kept in, let what will happen."

"I rather think it would be better to let him out, our chances on the

high seas being at least as good as his own. I am no friend to

blockades, which strike me as an un-English mode of carrying on a war."

"You are right enough, Dick, in the main," returned Sir Gervaise,

laughing.

"Ay, and _on_ the main, Oakes. I sincerely hope the First Lord will not

send a man like you, who are every way so capable of giving an account

of your enemy with plenty of sea-room, on duly so scurvy as a blockade."

"A man like _me_! Why a man like _me_ in particular? I trust I am to

have the pleasure of Admiral Bluewater's company, advice and

assistance?"

"An inferior never can know, Sir Gervaise, where it may suit the

pleasure of his superiors to order him."

"That distinction of superior and inferior, Bluewater, will one day lead

you into a confounded scrape, I fear. If you consider Charles Stuart

your sovereign, it is not probable that orders issued by a servant of

King George will be much respected. I hope you will do nothing hastily,

or without consulting your oldest and truest friend!"

"You know my sentiments, and there is little use in dwelling on them,

now. So long as the quarrel was between my own country and a foreign

land, I have been content to serve; but when my lawful prince, or his

son and heir, comes in this gallant and chivalrous manner, throwing

himself, as it might be, into the very arms of his subjects, confiding

all to their loyalty and spirit; it makes such an appeal to every nobler

feeling, that the heart finds it difficult to repulse. I could have

joined Norris, with right good will, in dispersing and destroying the

armament that Louis XV. was sending against us, in this very cause; but

here every thing is English, and Englishmen have the quarrel entirely to

themselves. I do not see how, as a loyal subject of my hereditary

prince, I can well refrain from joining his standard."

"And would _you_, Dick Bluewater, who, to my certain knowledge, were

sent on board ship at twelve years of age, and who, for more than forty

years, have been a man-of-war's-man, body and soul; would you now strip

your old hulk of the sea-blue that has so long covered and become it,

rig yourself out like a soldier, with a feather in your hat,--ay,

d----e, and a camp-kettle on your arm, and follow a drummer, like one of

your kinsmen, Lord Bluewater's fellows of the guards?--for of sailors,

your lawful prince, as you call him, hasn't enough to stopper his

conscience, or to whip the tail of his coat, to keep it from being torn

to tatters by the heather of Scotland. If you _do_ follow the

adventurer, it must be in some such character, since I question if he

can muster a seaman, to tell him the bearings of London from Perth."

"When I join him, he will be better off."

"And what could even _you_ do alone, among a parcel of Scotchmen,

running about their hills under bare poles? Your signals will not

man[oe]uvre regiments, and as for man[oe]uvring in any other manner, you

know nothing. No--no; stay where you are, and help an old friend with

knowledge that is useful to him.--I should be afraid to do a dashing

thing, unless I felt the certainty of having you in my van, to strike

the first blow; or in my rear, to bring me off, handsomely.

"You would be afraid of nothing, Gervaise Oakes, whether I stood at your

elbow, or were off in Scotland. Fear is not your failing, though

temerity may be."

"Then I want your presence to keep me within the bounds of reason," said

Sir Gervaise, stopping short in his walk, and looking his friend

smilingly in the face. "In some mode, or other, I always need your aid."

"I understand the meaning of your words, Sir Gervaise, and appreciate

the feeling that dictates them. You must have a perfect conviction that

I will do nothing hastily, and that I will betray no trust. When I turn

my back on King George, it will be loyalty, in one sense, whatever he

may think of it in another; and when I join Prince Charles Edward, it

will be with a conscience that he need not be ashamed to probe. What

names he bears! They are the designations of ancient English sovereigns,

and ought of themselves, to awaken the sensibilities of Englishmen."

"Ay, Charles in particular," returned the vice-admiral, with something

like a sneer. "There's the second Charles, for instance--St. Charles, as

our good host, Sir Wycherly, might call him--he is a pattern prince for

Englishmen to admire. Then his father was of the school of the

Star-Chamber martyrs!"

"Both were lineal descendants of the Conqueror, and of the Saxon

princes; and both united the double titles to the throne, in their

sacred persons. I have always considered Charles II. as the victim of

the rebellious conduct of his subjects, rather than vicious. He was

driven abroad into a most corrupt state of society, and was perverted by

our wickedness. As to the father, he was the real St. Charles, and a

martyred saint he was; dying for true religion, as well as for his legal

rights. Then the Edwards--glorious fellows!--remember that they were all

but one Plantagenets; a name, of itself, to rouse an Englishman's fire!"

"And yet the only difference between the right of these very

Plantagenets to the throne, and that of the reigning prince, is, that

one produced a revolution by the strong hand, and the other was produced

by a revolution that came from the nation. I do not know that your

Plantagenets ever did any thing for a navy; the only real source of

England's power and glory. D----e, Dick, if I think so much of your

Plantagenets, after all!"

"And yet the name of Oakes is to be met with among their bravest

knights, and most faithful followers."

"The Oakes, like the pines, have been timbers in every ship that has

floated," returned the vice-admiral, half-unconscious himself, of the

pun he was making.

For more than a minute Sir Gervaise continued his walk, his head a

little inclined forward, like a man who pondered deeply on some matter

of interest. Then, suddenly stopping, he turned towards his friend, whom

he regarded for near another minute, ere he resumed the discourse.

"I wish I could fairly get you to exercise your excellent reason on this

matter, Dick," he said, after the pause; "then I should be certain of

having secured you on the side of liberty."

Admiral Bluewater merely shook his head, but he continued silent, as if

he deemed discussion altogether supererogatory. During this pause, a

gentle tap at the door announced a visiter; and, at the request to

enter, Atwood made his appearance. He held in his hand a large package,

which bore on the envelope the usual stamp that indicated it was sent on

public service.

"I beg pardon, Sir Gervaise," commenced the secretary, who always

proceeded at once to business, when business was to be done; "but His

Majesty's service will not admit of delay. This packet has just come to

hand, by the arrival of an express, which left the admiralty only

yesterday noon."

"And how the devil did he know where to find me!" exclaimed the

vice-admiral, holding out a hand to receive the communication.

"It is all owing to this young lieutenant's forethought in following up

the Jacobite intelligence to a market-town. The courier was bound to

Falmouth, as fast as post-horses could carry him, when he heard,

luckily, that the fleet lay at anchor, under Wychecombe Head; and, quite

as luckily, he is an officer who had the intelligence to know that you

would sooner get the despatches, if he turned aside, and came hither by

land, than if he went on to Falmouth, got aboard the sloop that was to

sail with him, for the Bay of Biscay, and came round here by water."

Sir Gervaise smiled at this sally, which was one in keeping with all

Atwood's feelings; for the secretary had matured a system of expresses,

which, to his great mortification, his patron laughed at, and the

admiralty entirely overlooked. No time was lost, however, in the way of

business; the secretary having placed the candles on a table, where Sir

Gervaise took a chair, and had already broken a seal. The process of

reading, nevertheless, was suddenly interrupted by the vice-admiral's

looking up, and exclaiming--

"Why, you are not about to leave us, Bluewater?"

"You may have private business with Mr. Atwood, Sir Gervaise, and

perhaps I had better retire."

Now, it so happened that while Sir Gervaise Oakes had never, by look or

syllable, as he confidently believed, betrayed the secret of his

friend's Jacobite propensities, Atwood was perfectly aware of their

existence. Nor had the latter obtained his knowledge by any unworthy

means. He had been neither an eavesdropper, nor an inquirer into private

communications, as so often happens around the persons of men in high

trusts; all his knowledge having been obtained through native sagacity

and unavoidable opportunities. On the present occasion, the secretary,

with the tact of a man of experience, felt that his presence might be

dispensed with; and he cut short the discussion between the two

admirals, by a very timely remark of his own.

"I have left the letters uncopied, Sir Gervaise," he said, "and will go

and finish them. A message by Locker"--this was Sir Gervaise's

body-servant--"will bring me back at a moment's notice, should you need

me again to-night."

"That Atwood has a surprising instinct, for a Scotchman!" exclaimed the

vice-admiral, as soon as the door was closed on the secretary. "He not

only knows when he _is_ wanted, but when he is _not_ wanted. The last is

an extraordinary attainment, for one of his nation."

"And one that an Englishman may do well to emulate," returned Bluewater.

"It is possible my company may be dispensed with, also, just at this

important moment."

"You are not so much afraid of the Hanoverians, Dick, as to run away

from their hand-writing, are ye? Ha--what's this?--As I live, a packet

for yourself, and directed to 'Rear-Admiral Sir Richard Bluewater, K.B.'

By the Lord, my old boy, they've given you the red riband at last! This

is an honour well earned, and which may be fitly worn."

"'Tis rather unexpected, I must own. The letter, however, cannot be

addressed to me, as I am not a Knight of the Bath."

"This is rank nonsense. Open the packet, at once, or I will do it for

you. Are there two Dick Bluewaters in the world, or another rear-admiral

of the same name?"

"I would rather not receive a letter that does not strictly bear my

address," returned the other, coldly.

"As I'll be sworn this does. But hand it to me, since you are so

scrupulous, and I will do that small service for you."

As this was said, Sir Gervaise tore aside the seals; and, as he

proceeded rather summarily, a red riband was soon uncased and fell upon

the carpet. The other usual insignia of the Bath made their appearance,

and a letter was found among them, to explain the meaning of all. Every

thing was in due form, and went to acquaint Rear-Admiral Bluewater, that

His Majesty had been graciously pleased to confer on him one of the

vacant red ribands of the day, as a reward for his eminent services on

different occasions. There was even a short communication from the

premier, expressing the great satisfaction of the ministry in thus being

able to second the royal pleasure with hearty good will.

"Well, what do you think of that, Richard Bluewater?" asked Sir

Gervaise, triumphantly. "Did I not always tell you, that sooner or

later, it _must_ come?"

"It has come too late, then," coldly returned the other, laying the

riband, jewels, and letters, quietly on the table. "This is an honour, I

can receive, _now_, only from my rightful prince. None other can legally

create a knight of the Bath."

"And pray, Mr. Richard Bluewater, who made you a captain, a commander, a

rear-admiral? Do you believe me an impostor, because I wear this riband

on authority no better than that of the house of Hanover? Am I, or am I

not, in your judgment, a vice-admiral of the red?"

"I make a great distinction, Oakes, between rank in the navy, and a mere

personal dignity. In the one case, you serve your country, and give

quite as much as you receive; whereas, in the other, it is a grace to

confer consideration on the person honoured, without such an equivalent

as can find an apology for accepting a rank illegally conferred."

"The devil take your distinctions, which would unsettle every thing, and

render the service a Babel. If I am a vice-admiral of the red, I am a

knight of the Bath; and, if you are a rear-admiral of the white, you are

also a knight of that honourable order. All comes from the same source

of authority, and the same fountain of honour."

"I do not view it thus. Our commissions are from the admiralty, which

represents the country; but dignities come from the prince who happens

to reign, let _his_ title be what it may."

"Do you happen to think Richard III. a usurper, or a lawful prince?"

"A usurper, out of all question; and a murderer to boot. His name should

be struck from the list of English kings. I never hear it, without

execrating him, and his deeds."

"Pooh--pooh, Dick, this is talking more like a poet than a seaman. If

only one-half the sovereigns who deserve to be execrated had their names

erased, the list of even our English kings would be rather short; and

some countries would be without historical kings at all. However much

Richard III. may deserve cashiering in this summary manner, his peers

and laws are just as good as any other prince's peers and laws. Witness

the Duke of Norfolk, for instance."

"Ay, that cannot be helped by me; but it _is_ in my power to prevent

Richard Bluewater's being made a knight or the Bath, by George II.; and

the power shall be used."

"It would seem not, as he is already created; and I dare to say,

gazetted."

"The oaths are not yet taken, and it is, at least, an Englishman's

birth-right, to decline an honour; if, indeed, this can be esteemed an

honour, at all."

"Upon my word, Rear-Admiral Sir Richard Bluewater, you are disposed to

be complimentary, to-night! The unworthy knight present, and all the

rest of the order, are infinitely indebted to you!"

"Your case and mine, Oakes, are essentially different," returned the

other, with some emotion in his voice and manner. "Your riband was

fairly won, fighting the battles of England, and can be worn with credit

to yourself and to your country; but these baubles are sent to me, at a

moment when a rising was foreseen, and as a sop to keep me in

good-humour, as well as to propitiate the whole Bluewater interest."

"That is pure conjecture, and I dare say will prove to be altogether a

mistake. Here are the despatches to speak for themselves; and, as it is

scarcely possible that the ministry should have known of this rash

movement of the Pretender's son, more than a few days, my life on it,

the dates will show that your riband was bestowed before the enterprise

was even suspected."

As Sir Gervaise commenced, with his constitutional ardour, to turn over

the letters, as soon as his mind was directed to this particular object,

Admiral Bluewater resumed his seat, awaiting the result, with not a

little curiosity; though, at the same time, with a smile of incredulity.

The examination disappointed Sir Gervaise Oakes. The dates proved that

the ministers were better informed than he had supposed; for it appeared

they had been apprised about the time he was himself of the intended

movement. His orders were to bring the fleet north, and in substance to

do the very thing his own sagacity had dictated. So far every thing was

well; and he could not entertain a doubt about receiving the hearty

approbation of his superiors, for the course he had taken. But here his

gratification ended; for, on looking at the dates of the different

communications, it was evident that the red riband was bestowed after

the intelligence of the Pretender's movement had reached London. A

private letter, from a friend at the Board of Admiralty, too, spoke of

his own probable promotion to the rank of admiral of the blue; and

mentioned several other similar preferments, in a way to show that the

government was fortifying itself, in the present crisis, as much as

possible, by favours. This was a politic mode of procedure, with

ordinary men, it is true; but with officers of the elevation of mind,

and of the independence of character of our two admirals, it was most

likely to produce disgust.

"D--n 'em, Dick," cried Sir Gervaise, as he threw down the last letter

of the package, with no little sign of feeling; "you might take St.

Paul, or even Wychecombe's dead brother, St. James the Less, and put him

at court, and he would come out a thorough blackguard, in a week!"

"That is not the common opinion concerning a court education," quietly

replied the friend; "most people fancying that the place gives

refinement of manners, if not of sentiment."

"Poh--poh--you and I have no need of a dictionary to understand each

other. I call a man who never trusts to a generous motive--who thinks it

always necessary to bribe or cajole--who has no idea of any thing's

being done without its direct _quid pro quo_, a scurvy blackguard,

though he has the airs and graces of Phil. Stanhope, or Chesterfield, as

he is now. What do you think those chaps at the Board, talk of doing, by

way of clinching my loyalty, at this blessed juncture?"

"No doubt to get you raised to the peerage. I see nothing so much out of

the way in the thing. You are of one of the oldest families of England,

and the sixth baronet by inheritance, and have a noble landed estate,

which is none the worse for prize-money. Sir Gervaise Oakes of Bowldero,

would make a very suitable Lord Bowldero."

"If it were only that, I shouldn't mind it; for nothing is easier than

to refuse a peerage. I've done _that_ twice already, and can do it a

third time, at need. But one can't very well refuse promotion in his

regular profession; and, here, just as a true gentleman would depend on

the principles of an officer, the hackneyed consciences of your

courtiers have suggested the expediency of making Gervaise Oakes an

admiral of the blue, by way of sop!--me, who was made vice-admiral of

the red, only six months since, and who take an honest pride in boasting

that every commission, from the lowest to the highest, has been fairly

earned in battle!"

"They think it a more delicate service, perhaps, for a gentleman to be

true to the reigning house, when so loud an appeal is made to his

natural loyalty; and therefore class the self-conquest with a victory at

sea!"

"They are so many court-lubbers, and I should like to have an

opportunity of speaking my mind to them. I'll not take the new

commission; for every one must see, Dick, that it is a sop."

"Ay, that's just my notion, too, about the red riband; and I'll not take

_that_. You have had the riband these ten years, have declined the

peerage twice, and their only chance is the promotion. Take it you

ought, and must, however, as it will be the means of pushing on some

four or five poor devils, who have been wedged up to honours, in this

manner, ever since they were captains. I am glad they do not talk of

promoting _me_, for I should hardly know how to refuse such a grace.

There is great virtue in parchment, with all us military men."

"Still it must be parchment fairly won. I think you are wrong,

notwithstanding, Bluewater, in talking of refusing the riband, which is

so justly your due, for a dozen different acts. There is not a man in

the service, who has been less rewarded for what he has done, than

yourself."

"I am sorry to hear you give this as your opinion; for just at this

moment, I would rather think that I have no cause of complaint, in this

way, against the reigning family, or its ministers. I'm sure I was

posted when quite a young man, and since that time, no one has been

lifted over my head."

The vice-admiral looked intently at his friend; for never before had he

detected a feeling which betrayed, as he fancied, so settled a

determination in him to quit the service of the powers that were.

Acquainted from boyhood with all the workings of the other's mind, he

perceived that the rear-admiral had been endeavouring to persuade

himself that no selfish or unworthy motive could be assigned to an act

which he felt to proceed from disinterested chivalry, just as he himself

broke out with his expression of an opinion that no officer had been

less liberally rewarded for his professional services than his friend.

While there is no greater mystery to a selfish manager, than a man of

disinterested temperament, they who feel and submit to generous

impulses, understand each other with an instinctive facility. When any

particular individual is prone to believe that there is a predominance

of good over evil in the world he inhabits, it is a sign of

inexperience, or of imbecility; but when one acts and reasons as if

_all_ honour and virtue are extinct, he furnishes the best possible

argument against his own tendencies and character. It has often been

remarked that stronger friendships are made between those who have

different personal peculiarities, than between those whose sameness of

feeling and impulses would be less likely to keep interest alive; but,

in all cases of intimacies, there must be great identity of principles,

and even of tastes in matters at all connected with motives, in order to

ensure respect, among those whose standard of opinion is higher than

common, or sympathy among those with whom it is lower. Such was the

fact, as respected Admirals Oakes and Bluewater. No two men could be

less alike in temperament, or character, physically, and in some senses,

morally considered; but, when it came to principles, or all those tastes

or feelings that are allied to principles, there was a strong native, as

well as acquired affinity. This union of sentiment was increased by

common habits, and professional careers so long and so closely united,

as to be almost identical. Nothing was easier, consequently, than for

Sir Gervaise Oakes to comprehend the workings of Admiral Bluewater's

mind, as the latter endeavoured to believe he had been fairly treated by

the existing government. Of course, the reasoning which passed through

the thoughts of Sir Gervaise, on this occasion, required much less time

than we have taken to explain its nature; and, after regarding his

friend intently, as already related, for a few seconds, he answered as

follows; a good deal influenced, unwittingly to himself, with the wish

to check the other's Jacobite propensities.

"I am sorry not to be able to agree with you, Dick," he said, with some

warmth. "So far from thinking you _well_ treated, by any ministry, these

twenty years, I think you have been very _ill_ treated. Your rank you

have, beyond a question; for of that no brave officer can well be

deprived in a regulated service; but, have you had the _commands_ to

which you are entitled?--I was a commander-in-chief when only a

rear-admiral of the blue; and then how long did I wear a broad pennant,

before I got a flag at all!"

"You forget how much I have been with you. When two serve together, one

must command, and the other must obey. So far from complaining of these

Hanoverian Boards, and First Lords, it seems to me that they have always

kept in view the hollowness of their claims to the throne, and have felt

a desire to purchase honest men by their favours."

"You are the strangest fellow, Dick Bluewater, it has ever been my lot

to fall in with! D----e me, if I believe you know always, when you _are_

ill treated. There are a dozen men in service, who have had separate

commands, and who are not half as well entitled to them, as you are

yourself."

"Come, come, Oakes, this is getting to be puerile, for two old fellows,

turned of fifty. You very well know that I was offered just as good a

fleet, as this of your own, with a choice of the whole list of

flag-officers below me, to pick a junior from; and, so, we'll say no

more about it. As respects their red riband, however, it may go

a-begging for me."

Sir Gervaise was about to answer in his former vein, when a tap at the

door announced the presence of another visiter. This time the door

opened on the person of Galleygo, who had been included in Sir

Wycherly's hospitable plan of entertaining every soul who immediately

belonged to the suite of Sir Gervaise.

"What the d----l has brought _you_ here!" exclaimed the vice-admiral, a

little warmly; for he did not relish an interruption just at this

moment. "Recollect you're not on board the Plantagenet, but in the

dwelling of a gentleman, where there are both butler and housekeeper,

and who have no occasion for your advice, or authority, to keep things

in order."

"Well, there, Sir Gervaise I doesn't agree with you the least bit; for I

thinks as a ship's steward--I mean a _cabin_ steward, and a good 'un of

the quality--might do a great deal of improvement in this very house.

The cook and I has had a partic'lar dialogue on them matters, already;

and I mentioned to her the names of seven different dishes, every one of

which she quite as good as admitted to me, was just the same as so much

gospel to _her_."

"I shall have to quarantine this fellow, in the long run, Bluewater! I

do believe if I were to take him to Lambeth Palace, or even to St.

James's, he'd thrust his oar into the archbishop's benedictions, or the

queen's caudle-cup!"

"Well, Sir Gervaise, where would be the great harm, if I did? A man as

knows the use of an oar, may be trusted with one, even in a church, or

an abbey. When your honour comes to hear what the dishes was, as Sir

Wycherly's cook had never heard on, you'll think it as great a cur'osity

as I do myself. If I had just leave to name 'em over, I think as both

you gentlemen would look at it as remarkable."

"What are they, Galleygo?" inquired Bluewater, putting one of his long

legs over an arm of the adjoining chair, in order to indulge himself in

a yarn with his friend's steward, with greater freedom; for he greatly

delighted in Galleygo's peculiarities; seeing just enough of the fellow

to find amusement, without annoyance in them. "I'll answer for Sir

Gervaise, who is always a little diffident about boasting of the

superiority of a ship, over a house."

"Yes, your honour, that he is--that is just one of Sir Jarvy's weak

p'ints, as a body might say. Now, I never goes ashore, without trimming

sharp up, and luffing athwart every person's hawse, I fall in with;

which is as much as to tell 'em, I belongs to a flag-ship, and a racer,

and a craft as hasn't her equal on salt-water; no disparagement to the

bit of bunting at the mizzen-topgallant-mast-head of the Cæsar, or to

the ship that carries it. I hopes, as we are so well acquainted, Admiral

Bluewater, no offence will be taken."

"Where none is meant, none ought to be taken, my friend. Now let us hear

your bill-of-fare."

"Well, sir, the very first dish I mentioned to Mrs. Larder, Sir

Wycherly's cook, was lobscous; and, would you believe it, gentlemen, the

poor woman had never heard of it! I began with a light hand, as it might

be, just not to overwhelm her with knowledge, at a blow, as Sir Jarvy

captivated the French frigate with the upper tier of guns, that he might

take her alive, like."

"And the lady knew nothing of a lobscous--neither of its essence, nor

nature?"

"There's no essences as is ever put in a lobscous, besides potaties,

Admiral Bluewater; thof we make 'em in the old Planter"--_nautice_ for

Plantagenet--"in so liquorish a fashion, you might well think they even

had Jamaiky, in 'em. No, potaties is the essence of lobscous; and a very

good thing is a potatie, Sir Jarvy, when a ship's company has been on

salted oakum for a few months."

"Well, what was the next dish the good woman broke down under?" asked

the rear-admiral, fearful the master might order the servant to quit the

room; while he, himself, was anxious to get rid of any further political

discussion.

"Well, sir, she knowed no more of a chowder, than if the sea wern't in

the neighbourhood, and there wern't such a thing as a fish in all

England. When I talked to her of a chowder, she gave in, like a Spaniard

at the fourth or fifth broadside."

"Such ignorance is disgraceful, and betokens a decline in civilization!

But, you hoisted out more knowledge for her benefit, Galleygo--small

doses of learning are poor things."

"Yes, your honour; just like weak grog--burning the priming, without

starting the shot. To be sure, I did, Admiral Blue. I just named to her

burgoo, and then I mentioned duff (_anglice_ dough) to her, but she

denied that there was any such things in the cookery-book. Do you know,

Sir Jarvy, as these here shore craft get their dinners, as our master

gets the sun; all out of a book as it might be. Awful tidings, too,

gentlemen, about the Pretender's son; and I s'pose we shall have to take

the fleet up into Scotland, as I fancy them 'ere sogers will not make

much of a hand in settling law?"

"And have you honoured us with a visit, just to give us an essay on

dishes, and to tell us what you intend to do with the fleet?" demanded

Sir Gervaise, a little more sternly than he was accustomed to speak to

the steward.

"Lord bless you, Sir Jarvy, I didn't dream of one or t'other! As for

telling you, or Admiral Blue, (so the seamen used to call the second in

rank,) here, any thing about lobscous, or chowder, why, it would be

carrying coals to New Market. I've fed ye both with all such articles,

when ye was nothing but young gentlemen; and when you was no longer

young gentlemen, too, but a couple of sprightly luffs, of nineteen. And

as for moving the fleet, I know, well enough, that will never happen,

without our talking it over in the old Planter's cabin; which is a much

more nat'ral place for such a discourse, than any house in England!"

"May I take the liberty of inquiring, then, what _did_ bring you here?"

"That you may, with all my heart, Sir Jarvy, for I likes to answer your

questions. My errand is not to your honour this time, though you are my

master. It's no great matter, after all, being just to hand this bit of

a letter over to Admiral Blue."

"And where did this letter come from, and how did it happen to fall into

your hands?" demanded Bluewater, looking at the superscription, the

writing of which he appeared to recognise.

"It hails from Lun'nun, I hear; and they tell me it's to be a great

secret that you've got it, at all. The history of the matter is just

this. An officer got in to-night, with orders for us, carrying sail as

hard as his shay would bear. It seems he fell in with Master Atwood, as

he made his land-fall, and being acquainted with that gentleman, he just

whipped out his orders, and sent 'em off to the right man. Then he laid

his course for the landing, wishing to get aboard of the Dublin, to

which he is ordered; but falling in with our barge, as I landed, he

wanted to know the where-away of Admiral Blue, here; believing him to be

afloat. Some 'un telling him as I was a friend and servant of both

admirals, as it might be, he turned himself over to me for advice. So I

promised to deliver the letter, as I had a thousand afore, and knowed

the way of doing such things; and he gives me the letter, under special

orders, like; that is to say, it was to be handed to the rear-admiral as

it might be under the lee of the mizzen-stay-sail, or in a private

fashion. Well, gentlemen, you both knows I understand that, too, and so

I undertook the job."

"And I have got to be so insignificant a person that I pass for no one,

in your discriminating mind, Master Galleygo!" exclaimed the

vice-admiral, sharply. "I have suspected as much, these five-and-twenty

years."

"Lord bless you, Sir Jarvy, how flag-officers will make mistakes

sometimes! They're mortal, I says to the people of the galley, and have

their appetites false, just like the young gentlemen, when they get

athwart-hawse of a body, I says. Now, I count Admiral Blue and yourself

pretty much as one man, seeing that you keep few, or no secrets from

each other. I know'd ye both as young gentlemen, and then you loved one

another like twins; and then I know'd ye as luffs, when ye'd walk the

deck the whole watch, spinning yarns; and then I know'd ye as Pillardees

and Arrestee, though one pillow might have answered for both; and as for

Arrest, I never know'd either of ye to got into that scrape. As for

telling a secret to one, I've always looked upon it as pretty much

telling it to t'other."

The two admirals exchanged glances, and the look of kindness that each

met in the eyes of his friend removed every shadow that had been cast

athwart their feelings, by the previous discourse.

"That will do, Galleygo," returned Sir Gervaise, mildly. "You're a good

fellow in the main, though a villanously rough one--"

"A little of old Boreus, Sir Jarvy," interrupted the steward, with a

grim smile: "but it blows harder at sea than it does ashore. These chaps

on land, ar'n't battened down, and caulked for such weather, as we sons

of Neptun' is obligated to face."

"Quite true, and so good-night. Admiral Bluewater and myself wish to

confer together, for half an hour; all that it is proper for you to

know, shall be communicated another time."

"Good-night, and God bless your honour. Good-night, Admiral Blue: we

three is the men as can keep any secret as ever floated, let it draw as

much water as it pleases."

Sir Gervaise Oakes stopped in his walk, and gazed at his friend with

manifest interest, as he perceived that Admiral Bluewater was running

over his letter for the third time. Being now without a witness, he did

not hesitate to express his apprehensions.

"'Tis as I feared, Dick!" he cried. "That letter is from some prominent

partisan of Edward Stuart?"

The rear-admiral turned his eyes on the face of his friend, with an

expression that was difficult to read; and then he ran over the contents

of the epistle, for the fourth time.

"A set of precious rascals they are, Gervaise!" at length the

rear-admiral exclaimed. "If the whole court was culled, I question if

enough honesty could be found to leaven one puritan scoundrel. Tell me

if you know this hand, Oakes? I question if you ever saw it before."

The superscription of the letter was held out to Sir Gervaise, who,

after a close examination, declared himself unacquainted with the

writing.

"I thought as much," resumed Bluewater, carefully tearing the signature

from the bottom of the page, and burning it in a candle; "let this

disgraceful part of the secret die, at least. The fellow who wrote this,

has put 'confidential' at the top of his miserable scrawl: and a most

confident scoundrel he is, for his pains. However, no man has a right to

thrust himself, in this rude manner, between me and my oldest friend;

and least of all will I consent to keep this piece of treachery from

your knowledge. I do more than the rascal merits in concealing his name;

nevertheless, I shall not deny myself the pleasure of sending him such

an answer as he deserves. Read that, Oakes, and then say if keelhauling

would be too good for the writer."

Sir Gervaise took the letter in silence, though not without great

surprise, and began to peruse it. As he proceeded, the colour mounted to

his temples, and once he dropped his hand, to cast a look of wonder and

indignation towards his companion. That the reader may see how much

occasion there was for both these feelings, we shall give the

communication entire. It was couched in the following words:

"DEAR ADMIRAL BLUEWATER:

"Our ancient friendship, and I am proud to add, affinity of blood,

unite in inducing me to write a line, at this interesting moment.

Of the result of this rash experiment of the Pretender's son, no

prudent man can entertain a doubt. Still, the boy may give us some

trouble, before he is disposed of altogether. We look to all our

friends, therefore, for their most efficient exertions, and most

prudent co-operation. On _you_, every reliance is placed; and I

wish I could say as much for _every flag-officer afloat_. Some

distrust--unmerited, I sincerely hope--exists in a very high

quarter, touching the loyalty of a certain commander-in-chief, who

is so completely under your observation, that it is felt enough is

done in hinting the fact to one of your political tendencies. The

king said, this morning, 'Vell, dere isht Bluevater; of _him_ we

are shure asht of ter sun.' You stand excellently well _there_, to

my great delight; and I need only say, be watchful and prompt.

"Yours, with the most sincere faith and attachment, my dear

Bluewater, &c., &c.

"REAR-ADMIRAL BLUEWATER.

"P. S.--I have just heard that they have sent you the red riband.

The king himself, was in this."

When Sir Gervaise had perused this precious epistle to himself, he read

it slowly, and in a steady, clear voice, aloud. When he had ended, he

dropped the paper, and stood gazing at his friend.

"One would think the fellow some exquisite satirist," said Bluewater,

laughing. "_I_ am to be vigilant, and see that _you_ do not mutiny, and

run away with the fleet to the Highlands, one of these foggy mornings!

Carry it up into Scotland, as Galleygo has it! Now, what is your opinion

of that letter?"

"That all courtiers are knaves, and all princes ungrateful. I should

think my loyalty to the good _cause_, if not to the _man_, the last in

England to be suspected."

"Nor is it suspected, in the smallest degree. My life on it, neither the

reigning monarch, nor his confidential servants, are such arrant dunces,

as to be guilty of so much weakness. No, this masterly move is intended

to secure _me_, by creating a confidence that they think no

generous-minded man would betray. It is a hook, delicately baited to

catch a gudgeon, and not an order to watch a whale."

"Can the scoundrels be so mean--nay, dare they be so bold! They must

have known you would show me the letter."

"Not they--they have reasoned on my course, as they would on their own.

Nothing catches a weak man sooner than a pretended confidence of this

nature; and I dare say this blackguard rates me just high enough to

fancy I may be duped in this flimsy manner. Put your mind at rest; King

George knows he may confide in _you_, while I think it probable _I_ am

distrusted."

"I hope, Dick, you do not suspect _my_ discretion! My own secret would

not be half so sacred to me."

"I know that, full well. Of _you_, I entertain no distrust, either in

heart or head; of myself, I am not quite so certain. When we _feel_, we

do not always _reason_; and there is as much feeling, as any thing else,

in this matter."

"Not a line is there, in all my despatches, that go to betray the

slightest distrust of me, or any one else. You are spoken of, but it is

in a manner to gratify you, rather than to alarm. Take, and read them

all; I intended to show them to you, as soon as we had got through with

that cursed discussion"

As Sir Gervaise concluded, he threw the whole package of letters on the

table, before his friend.

"It will be time enough, when you summon me regularly to a council of

war," returned Bluewater, laying the letters gently aside. "Perhaps we

had better sleep on this affair; in the morning we shall meet with

cooler heads, and just as warm hearts."

"Good-night, Dick," said Sir Gervaise, holding out both hands for the

other to shake as he passed him, in quitting the room.

"Good-night, Gervaise; let this miserable devil go overboard, and think

no more of him. I have half a mind to ask you for a leave, to-morrow,

just to run up to London, and cut off his ears."

Sir Gervaise laughed and nodded his head, and the two friends parted,

with feelings as kind as ever had distinguished their remarkable career.

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