 19. In which our hero follows his destiny and forms a tableau? Our hero and his comrade climb the precipice, and after some minutes severe toil arrived at the summit when they sat down to recover themselves. The sky was clear, although the gale blew strong. They had an extensive view of the coast, lashed by the angry waves. It's my opinion, Ned, said Jack, as he surveyed the expanse of troubled water, that we're just as well out of that. I agree with you, Jack, but it's also my opinion that we should be just as well out of this, for the wind blows through one. Suppose we go a little further inland, where we may find some shelter till the morning. It's rather dark to find anything, rejoined our hero, but, however, a westerly gale on the top of a mountain with wet clothes in the middle of the night, with nothing to eat or drink, is not the most comfortable position in the world, and we may change for the better. They proceeded over a flat of a hundred yards, and then descended. The change in the atmosphere was immediate. As they continued their march inland, they came to a high road which appeared to run along the shore, and they turned into it. For, as Jack said, very truly, a road must lead to something. After a quarter of an hour's walk, they again heard the rolling of the surf, and perceived the white walls of houses. Here we are at last, said Jack. I wonder if anyone will turn out to take us in, or shall we stow away for the night in one of those vessels hauled up on the beach? Recollect this time, easy, said Gascoigne, not to show your money. That is, show only a dollar, and so you have no more, or promise to pay when we arrive at Palermo, and if they will neither trust us nor give to us, we must make it out as we can. How the cursed dogs bark! I think we shall do very well this time, Gascoigne. We do not look as if we were worth robbing at all events, and we have pistols to defend ourselves if we are attacked. Depend on it, I will show no more gold, and now let us make our arrangements. Take you one pistol and half the gold. I have it all in my right hand pocket, my dollars and pisterines in my left. You shall take the half of them too. We have enough silver to go with till we are in a safe place. Jack then divided the money in the dark, and also gave Gascoigne a pistol. Now then, shall we knock for admittance? Let's first walk through the village, and see if there's anything like an inn. Those yelping curse will soon be at our heels. They come nearer and nearer every time. There's a cart, and it's full of straw. Suppose we go to bed till tomorrow morning. We shall be warm at all events. Yes, replied Gascoigne, and sleep much better than in any of the cottages. I have been in Sicily before, and you have no idea how the fleas bite. Our two midshipmen climbed up into the cart, nestled themselves into the straw, or rather Indian corn leaves, and were soon fast asleep. They had not slept for two nights, and it is not to be wondered that they slept soundly. So soundly indeed, that about two hours after they had gotten to their comfortable bed, the peasant who had brought to the village some casks of wine to be shipped and taken down the coast in a falooka, yoked his bullocks, and, not being aware of his freight, drove off, without in any way disturbing their repose, although the roads in Sicily are not yet macadamized. The jolting of the roads rather increased than disturbed the sleep of our adventurers, and although there were some rude shocks, it only had the effect of making them fancy in their dreams that they were again in the boat, and that she was still dashing against the rocks. In about two hours the cart arrived at its destination. The peasant unyoked his bullocks and led them away. The same cause will often produce contrary effects. The stopping of the motion of the cart disturbed the rest of our two midshipmen. They turned round in the straw, yawned, spread out their arms, and then awoke. Gascoigne, who felt considerable pain in his shoulder, was the first to recall his shattered senses. Easy, cried he, as he sat up and shook off the corn leaves. Port it is, said Jack, half-dreaming. Come, Easy, you are not on board now, rouse and bit. Jack then sat up and looked at Gascoigne. The forage in the cart was so high around them that they could not see above it. They rubbed their eyes, yawned, and looked at each other. Have you any faith in dreams? said Jack to Gascoigne, because I had a very queer one last night. Well, so had I, replied Gascoigne. I dreamt that the cart rolled by itself into the sea, and went away with us, right in the wind's eye, back to Malta, and considering that it never was built for such service she behaved uncommonly well. Now, what was your dream? Mine was that we woke up and found ourselves in the very town from which the Sèprenaire had sailed, and that they had found the four part of the Sèprenaire among the rocks, had recognised her, and picked up one of our pistols, that they had laid hold of us, and had insisted that we had been thrown on shore in the boat, and asked us what had become of the crew. They were just seizing us when I awoke. Your dream is more likely to come true than mine easy, but still I think we need not fear that. At the same time we had better not remain here any longer, and it occurs to me that if we tore our clothes more it would be advisable. We shall, in the first place, look more wretched, and in the next place can replace them with the dress of the country, and so travel without exciting suspicion. You know that I can speak Italian pretty well. I have no objection to tear my clothes if you wish, replied Jack. At the same time give me your pistol. I will draw the charges and load them again. They must be wet. Having reloaded the pistols and rent their garments the two midshipmen stood up in the cart and looked about them. Hello? Why, how's this gas coin? Last night we were close to the beach and among houses, and now we're the devil, are we? You dreamt nearer the mark than I did, for the cart has certainly taken a cruise. We must have slept like midshipmen then, replied Gascoigne. Surely it cannot have gone far. Here we are, surrounded by hills on every side, for at least a couple of miles. Surely some good genius has transported us into the interior that we might escape from the relatives of the crew whom I dreamt about, said Jack, looking at Gascoigne. As it afterwards was known to them the seprinair had sailed from the very seaport in which they had arrived that night and where they had got into the cart. The wreck of the seprinair had been found and had been recognised, and it was considered by the inhabitants that the padrone and his crew had perished in the gale. Had they found our two midshipmen and questioned them, it is not improbable that suspicion might have been excited, and the results have been such as our hero had conjured up in his dream. But, as we said before, there was a peculiar providence for midshipmen. On a minute survey they found that they were in an open space which apparently had been used for thrashing and winnowing maize, and that the cart was standing under a clump of trees in the shade. There ought to be a house hereabouts, said Gascoigne. I should think that behind the trees we shall find one. Come, Jack, you are as hungry as I am. I'll answer for it. We must look out for a breakfast somewhere. If they won't give us something to eat or sell it, replied Jack, who was ravenous, clutching his pistol, I shall take it. I consider it no robbery. The fruits of the earth were made for us all, and it never was intended that one man should have a superfluity and another starve. The laws of equality may appear very good arguments to a starving man, I grant, but still won't prevent his fellow creatures from hanging him, replied Gascoigne. None of your confounded nonsense, Jack. No man starves with money in his pocket, and as long as you have that, leave those that have none to talk about equality and the rights of man. I should like to argue that point with you, Gascoigne. Tell me, do you prefer sitting down here to argue or to look out for some breakfast, Jack? Oh, the argument may be put off, but hunger cannot. That's very good philosophy, Jack, so let's go on. They went through the cops of wood, which was very thick, and soon discovered the wall of a large house on the other side. All right, said Jack, but still, let's reconnoitre. It's not a farmhouse, it must belong to a person of some consequence, all the better. They will see that we are gentlemen, and not withstanding our tattered dress. I suppose we are to stick to the story of the sea muse at Gozo. Yes, replied Gascoigne, I can think of nothing better, but the English are well received in this island. We have troops at Palermo. Have we? I wish I was sitting down at the mess table. But what's that, a woman screaming? Yes, by heavens. Come along, Ned. And away dashed Jack toward the house, followed by Gascoigne. As they advanced the screams redoubled. They entered the porch, burst into the room from whence they proceeded, and found an elderly gentleman defending himself against two young men who were being held back by an elderly and a young lady. Our hero and his comrade had both drawn their pistols, and just as they burst open the door, the old gentleman who defended himself against such odds had fallen down. The two others burst from the women, and were about to pierce him with their swords, when Jack seized one by the collar of his coat, and held him fast, pointing the muzzle of his pistol in his ear. Gascoigne did the same to the other. It was a very dramatic tableau. The two women flew to the elderly gentleman, and raised him up. The two assailants, being held just as dogs hold pigs by the ear, trembling with fright, with the points of their rapiers dropped, looked at the midshipmen, and at the muzzles of their pistols with equal dismay. At the same time the astonishment of the elderly gentleman and the women had such an unexpected deliverance was equally great. There was silence for a few seconds. Ned, at last said Jack, tell these chaps to drop their swords, or we fire. Gascoigne gave the order in Italian, and it was complied with. The midshipmen then possessed themselves of the rapiers, and gave the young men their liberty. The elderly gentleman at last broke the silence. It would appear, senors, that there was a special interference of providence, to prevent you from committing a foul and unjust murder. Who these are who have so opportunely come to my rescue, I know not. But, thanking them as I do now, I think that you will, yourselves, when you are calm, also thank them for having prevented you from committing an act which would have loaded you with remorse and embittered your future existence. Gentlemen, you are free to depart. You, Don Silvio, have indeed disappointed me. Your gratitude should have rendered you incapable of such conduct. As for you, Don Scipio, you have been misled. But you both have, in one point, disgraced yourself. Ten days back my sons were both here. Why did you not come then? If you sought revenge on me, you could not have inflicted it deeper than through my children. And at least you would have not acted the part of assassins in attacking an old man. Take your swords, gentlemen, and use them better henceforth. Against future attacks I shall be well prepared. Gascoigne, who perfectly understood what was said, presented the sword to the young gentleman from whom he had taken it. Our hero did the same. The two young men returned them to their sheaths and quitted the room without saying a word. Whoever you are, I owe to you and thank you for my life, said the elderly gentleman, scanning the outward appearance of our two midshipmen. We are, replied Gascoigne, officers in the English navy and gentlemen. We were wrecked in our boat last night and have wandered here in the dark, seeking for assistance and food, and some conveyance to Palermo, where we shall find friends and the means of appearing like gentlemen. Was your ship wrecked, gentlemen? inquired the Sicilian, and many lives lost. No, our ship is at Malta. We were in a boat on a party of pleasure, were caught by a gale, and driven on the coast. To satisfy you of the truth observe that our pistols have the king's mark, and that we are not paupers. We show you gold. Gascoigne pulled out his doubloons, and Jack did the same, coolly observing. I thought we were only to show silver, Ned. It needed not that, replied the gentleman. Your conduct in this affair, your manners and address, fully convince me that you are what you represent. But were you common peasants, I am equally indebted to you for my life, and you may command me. Tell me in what way I can be of service. In giving us something to eat, for we have had nothing for many, many hours. After that we may, perhaps, trust us a little more upon your kind offices. You must, of course, be surprised at what has passed, and curious to know the occasion, said the gentleman. You have a right to be informed of it, and shall be, as soon as you are more comfortable. In the meantime allow me to introduce myself as Don Riviera de Silva. I wish, said Jack, who, from his knowledge of Spanish, could understand the whole of the last part of the Don's speech, that he would introduce us to his breakfast. So do I, said Gascoigne, but we must wait a little. He ordered the ladies to prepare something instantly. Your friend does not speak Italian, said Don Riviera. Now, Don Riviera, he speaks French and Spanish. If he speaks Spanish, my daughter can converse with him. She has but shortly arrived from Spain. We are closely united with a noble house in that country. Don Riviera then led the way to another room, and in a short time there was a repast brought in to which our midshipman did great justice. I will now, said the Don, relate to you, sir, for the information of yourself and your friend, the causes which produced this scene of violence, which you so opportunally defeated. But first, as it must be very tedious to your friend, I will send for Don Riviera and my daughter Agnes to talk to him. My wife understands a little Spanish, and my daughter, as I said before, has but just left the country, where, from circumstances, she remained as some years. As soon as Donna Clara and Donna Agnes made their appearance, and were introduced, Jack, who had not paid attention to them, said to himself, I have seen a face like that, girls, before. If so, he had never seen many like it, for it was the quintessence of brunette beauty, and her figure was equally perfect, although not having yet completed her fifteenth year, it required still a little more development. Donna Clara was extremely gracious, and as perhaps she was aware that her own voice would drown out that of her husband, she proposed to our hero to walk in the garden, and in a few minutes they took their seats in a pavilion at the end of it. The old lady did not talk much Spanish, but when at a loss for a word, she put in an Italian one, and Jack understood her perfectly well. She told him that her sister had married a Spanish nobleman many years since, and that before the war broke out between the Spanish and the English, they had gone over with all their children to see her, that when they wished to return, her daughter, Agnes, and then a child, was suffering under a lingering complaint, and it was thought advisable, as she was very weak, to leave her in charge of her aunt, who had a little girl of nearly the same age, that they were educated together at a convent near Tarragona, and that she had only returned two months ago, that she had a very narrow escape, as the ship in which her uncle and aunt and cousins, as well as herself were on board, returning from Genoa, where her brother-in-law had been obliged to go to secure a succession to some property bequeathed to him, had been captured in the night by the English. But the officer, who was very polite, had allowed them to go away the next day, and very handsomely permitted them to take all their effects. Uh, who? thought Jack. I thought I had seen her face before. This, then, was one of the girls in the corner of the cabin. Now I'll have some fun. During the conversation with the mother, Donna Agnes had remained some paces behind, picking now and then a flower, and not attending to what passed. When our hero and her mother sat down in the pavilion, she joined them, when Jack addressed her with his usual politeness. I am almost ashamed to be sitting by you, Donna Agnes, in this ragged dress, but the rocks of your coast have no respect for persons. We are under great obligation, senor, and do not regard such trifles. You are all kindness, senora, replied Jack. I little thought this morning of my good fortune. I can tell the fortunes of others, but not of my own. You can tell fortunes? replied the old lady. Yes, madame, I am famous for it. Shall I tell your daughter hers? Donna Agnes looked at our hero and smiled. I perceive that the young lady does not believe me. I must prove my art by telling her of what has already happened to her. The senora will then give me credit. Certainly, if you do that, replied Agnes. Applied me by showing me the palm of your hand. Agnes extended her little hand, and Jack felt so polite that he was nearly kissing it. However, he restrained himself, and examining the lines that you were educated in Spain, and that you arrived here about two months ago, that you were captured and released by the English, your mother has already told me. But to prove to you that I knew all that, I must now be more particular. You were in a ship mounting fourteen guns, was it not so? Donna Agnes nodded her head. I never told the senor that, cried Donna Clara. She was taken surprise in the night, and there was no fighting. The next morning the English burst open the cabin door. Your uncle and your cousin fired their pistols. Holy Virgin! cried Agnes with surprise. The English officer was a young man, not very good looking. They were wrong, senor, he was very handsome. There is no accounting for taste, senora. You were frightened out of your wits, and with your cousin you crouched down in the corner of the cabin. Let me examine that little line closer. You had, yes, it's no mistake, you had very little clothes on. Agnes tore away her hand and covered her face. Ivero, Ivero, holy Jesus, how could you know that? Of a sudden Agnes looked at our hero, and after a minute appeared to recognize him. Oh, mother, it is he I recollect now, it is he. Oh, my child! replied Donna Clara, who had been struck dumb with Jack's astonishing power of fortune telling. The officer who captured us and was so kind. Jack burst out into laughter so as not to be controlled for some minutes, and then acknowledged that she had discovered him. At all events Donna Agnes, said he at last, acknowledged that, ragged as I am, I have seen you in a much greater Disha B. Agnes sprang up and took to her heels that she might hide her confusion, and at the same time, and tell him who he had at his guest. Although Don Rabiere had not yet finished his narrative, this announcement of Agnes, who ran in breathless to communicate it, immediately brought all the parties together, and Jack received their thanks. I little thought, said the Don, that I should have been so doubly indebted to you, sir. Command my services as you please, both of you. My sons are at Palermo, and I trust you will allow them the pleasure of your friendship, when you are tired of remaining with us. Jack made his politest bow, and then with a shrug of his shoulders looked down upon his habiliments, which, to please Gasko, and he had torn into ribbons, as much as to say, we are not provided for a lengthen to stay. My brother's clothes will fit them, I think, said Agnes to her father. They have left plenty in their wardrobes. If the seniors will condescend to wear them till they can replace their own. Midshipmen are very condescending. They follow Don Rabiere and can send it to put on clean shirts, belonging to Don Phillip and Don Martin. Also, they put on their trousers to select their best waistcoats and coats. In short, they condescended to have a regular fit-out, and it so happened that the fit-out was not far from a regular fit. Having condescended, they then descended, and the intimacy between all parties became so great that it appeared as if they not only wore the young men's clothes, but also stood in their shoes. Having thus made themselves presentable, Jack presented his hand to both ladies and led them into the garden, that Don Rabiere might finish his long story to Gasko in without further interruption, and, resuming their seats in the pavilion, he entertained the ladies with a history of his cruise in the ship after her capture. Agnes soon recovered from her reserve, and Jack had the forbearance not to allude again to the scene in the cabin, which was the only thing she dreaded. After dinner, when the family, according to custom, had retired for the siesta, Gaskoine and Jack, who had slept enough in the cart to last for a week, went out together in the garden. Well, Ned, said Jack, do you wish yourself on board the harpy again? No, replied Gaskoine, we have fallen on our feet at last, but still not without first being knocked about like peas in a rattle. What a lovely little creature that Agnes is. How strange that you should have fallen in with her again. How odd that we should come here. My good fellow, we did not come here. Destiny brought us in a cart. She may take us to Tyburn in the same way. Yes, if you sport your philosophy as you did when we awoke this morning. Nevertheless, I'll be hanged if I'm not right. Suppose we argue the point. Right or wrong, you will be hanged, Jack. So, instead of arguing the point, suppose I tell you what the dawn made such a long story about. With all my heart, let's go to the pavilion. Our hero and his friend took their seats, and Gaskoine then communicated the history of Don Reviera, to which we shall dedicate the ensuing chapter. End of Chapter 19 Chapter 20 of Mr. Midshipman Easy This is a LibriVox recording, or LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Mr. Midshipman Easy by Captain Frank Marriott Read by Adrian Pretzelis Chapter 20 A long story which the reader must listen to, as well as our hero. I have already made you acquainted with my name, and I have only to add that it's one of the most noble in Sicily, and that there are few families who possess such large estates. My father was a man who had no pleasure in the pursuits of most of the young men of his age. He was of a weak constitution, and was with difficulty reared to manhood. When his studies were completed, he retired to his country seat, belonging to our family, which is about twenty miles from Palermo, and, shutting himself up, devoted himself wholly to literary pursuits. As he was an only son, his parents were naturally very anxious that he should marry. The more so, as his health did not promise him a very extended existence. Had he consulted his own inclinations, he would have declined, but he felt that it was his duty to comply with their wishes. But he did not trouble himself with the choice, leaving it wholly to them. They selected a young lady of high family, and certainly of the most exquisite beauty. I only wish I could say more in her favour, for she was my mother, and it is impossible to narrate the history without exposing her conduct. The marriage took place, and my father, having woke up as it were at the celebration, again returned to his closet, to occupy himself in obstrucest studies, the results of which have been published, and have fully established his reputation as a man of superior talent and deep research. But, however much the public may appreciate the works of a man of genius, whether they be written to instruct or to amuse, certainly it is that a literary man requires in his wife either a mind congenial to his own, or that pride in her husband's talents, which induces her to sacrifice much of her own domestic enjoyment to the satisfaction of having his name extolled abroad. I mention this point as some attenuation of my mother's conduct. She was neglected most certainly, but not neglected for frivolous amusements, or because another form had captivated his fancy. But in his desire to instruct others, and I may add his ambition for renown, he applied himself to his literary pursuits, became abstracted, answered without hearing, and left his wife to amuse herself in any way she might please. A literary husband is without exception, although always at home the least domestic husband in the world, and must try the best of tempers, not by unkindness for my father was kind and indulgent to excess, but by that state of perfect abstraction and indifference which he showed to everything, except the favourite pursuit which absorbed him. My mother had but to speak, and every wish was granted, her refusal was unknown. You may say, what more could she want? I reply that anything to a woman is preferable to indifference. The immediate consent to every wish took away, in her opinion, all merit in the grant. The value of everything is only relative, and in proportion to the difficulty of obtaining it. The immediate assent to every opinion was tantamount to insult. It implied that he did not choose to argue with her. It is true that women like to have their own way, but they like at the same time to have difficulties to surmount and to conquer, otherwise half the gratification is lost. Although tempests are to be deplored, still a certain degree of oscillation and motion are requisite to keep fresh and clear the lake of matrimony, the waters of which otherwise soon stagnate and become foul, and without some contrary occurrence of opinion between a married couple such a stagnation must take place. A woman permitted always and invariably to have her own way, without control, is much in the same situation as the child who insists upon a whole instead of a half a holiday, and before the evening closes is tired of himself and everything about him. In short, a little contradiction, like salted dinner, seasons and appetizes the repast, but too much, eek the condiment in question, spoils the whole, and it becomes unpalatable in proportion to its excess. My mother was a vain woman in every sense of the word, vain of her birth and of her beauty, and accustomed to receive that homage for which she considered herself entitled. She had been spoiled in her infancy and as she grew up had learnt nothing, because she was permitted to do as she pleased. She was therefore frivolous, and could not appreciate what she could not comprehend. There never was a more ill-assorted union. I have always thought that such must be the case, replied Gascoigne. In Catholic countries, where a young person is taken out of a convent and mated according to what her family or her wealth may consider as the most eligible connection. On that subject there are many opinions, my friend, replied Don Ribiera. It is true that when a marriage of convenience is arranged by the parents, the dispositions of the parties are made a secondary point. But then again it must be remembered that when a choice is left to the parties themselves, it is at an age at which there is little worldly consideration. And led away in the first place by their passions, they form connections with those inferior in their station which are attended with eventual unhappiness, or in the other allowing that they do choose in their own rank of life. They make quite as bad or often a worse choice than if their partners were selected for them. I cannot understand that, replied Gascoigne. The reason is because there are no means or if means no wish to study each other's disposition. A young man is attracted by person and he admires. The young woman is flattered by the admiration and is agreeable. If she has any faults she is not likely to display them, not concealing them from hypocrisy, but because they are not called out. The young man falls in love, so does the young woman. And when once in love they can no longer see faults, they marry, imagining that they have found perfection. In the blindness of love each raises the other to a standard of perfection which human nature can never attain, and each becomes equally annoyed on finding, by degrees, that they were in error. The reaction takes place, and they then underrate as much as before they had overrated each other. Now if two young people marry without this violence of passion, they do not expect to find each other perfect, and perhaps have a better chance of happiness. I don't agree with you, thought Gascoigne, but as you appear to be as fond of argument as my friend Jack, I shall make no reply, lest there be no end to the story. Don Robiero proceeded. My mother, finding that my father preferred his closet and his books to gaiety and dissipation, soon left him to himself, and amused herself after her own fashion. But not until I was born, which was ten months after their marriage. My father was confiding, and pleased that my mother should be amused, he indulged her in everything. Time flew on. And I had arrived at my fifteenth year, and came home from my studies, it being intended that I should enter the army, which you are aware is generally the only profession embraced in this country by the heirs of noble families. Of course I knew little of what had passed at home, but still I had occasionally heard my mother spoken lightly of, when I was not supposed to be present, and I always heard my father's name mentioned with compassion, as if an ill-used man, but I knew nothing more. Still, this was quite sufficient for a young man whose blood boiled at the idea of anything like a stigma being cast upon his family. I arrived at my father's. I found him at his books. I paid my respects to my mother. I found her with her confessor. I disliked the man at first sight. He was handsome, certainly, his forehead was high and white, his eyes large and fiery, and his figure commanding, but there was a dangerous, proud look about him which disgusted me, nothing like humility or devotion. I might have admired him as an officer commanding a regiment of cavalry, but as a churchman he appeared to be most misplaced. She named me with kindness, but he appeared to treat me with disdain. He spoke authoritatively to my mother, who appeared to yield implicitly, and I discovered that he was the Lord of the whole household. My mother, too, it was said, had given up gayities and become devout. I soon perceived more than a common intelligence between them, and before I had been two months at home I had certain proofs of my father's dishonour, and what was still more unfortunate to me, they were aware that such was the case. My first impulse was to acquaint my father, but on consideration I thought it better to say nothing, provided I could persuade my mother to dismiss Father Ignacio. I took an opportunity when she was alone to express my indignation at her conduct, and to demand his immediate dismissal, as a condition of my not divulging her crime. She appeared frightened and gave her consent, but I soon found that her confessor had more power with her than I had, and he remained. I now resolved to acquaint my father, and I roused him from his studies that he might listen to his shame. I imagined that he would have acted calmly and discreetly, but on the contrary, his violence was without bounds, and I had the greatest difficulty from preventing his rushing with his sword to sacrifice them both. At last he contented himself by turning Father Ignacio out of the house in the most ignominious manner, and deciding my mother to prepare for seclusion in a convent for the remainder of her days. But he fell there victim. Three days afterwards, as my mother was by his directions about to be removed, he was seized with convulsions and died. I need hardly say that he was carried off by poison. This however could not be established till long afterwards. Before he died he seemed to be almost supernaturally prepared for an event which never came into my thoughts. He sent for another confessor who drew up his confession in writing at his own request, and afterwards inserted it in his will. My mother remained in the house, and Father Ignacio had the insolence to return. I ordered him away, and he resisted. He was turned out by the servants. I had an interview with my mother who defied me, and told me that I should soon have a brother to share in the succession. I felt that, if so, it would be the illegitimate progeny of her adultery, and told her my opinion. She expressed her rage in the bitterest curses, and I left her. Shortly afterwards she quitted the house and retired to another of our country's seats, where she lived with Father Ignacio as before. About four months afterwards, formal notice was sent to me of the birth of a brother. But as when my father's will was opened, he there had inserted his confession, or the substance of it, in which he stated, that, aware of my mother's guilt and supposing that consequences might ensue, he solemnly declared before God that he had, for years, lived apart. I cared little for this communication. I contented myself with replying that as the child belonged to the church, it had better be dedicated to its service. I had, however, soon reasoned to acknowledge the vengeance of my mother and her paramour. One night I was attacked by bravos, and had I not fortunately received assistance, I should have fought it my life, as it was I received a severe wound. Against attempts of that kind I took every precaution in future, but still every attempt was made to ruin my character, as well as to take my life. A young sister disappeared from a convent in my neighbourhood, and on the ground near the window from which she descended was found a hat, recognised to be mine. I was proceeded against, and not withstanding the strongest interest, it was with difficulty that the affair was arranged, although I had incontestably proved an alibi. A young man of rank was found murdered, with a stiletto known to be mine, buried in his bosom, and it was with difficulty that I could establish my innocence. Parts of a banditie had been seized, and on being asked the name of their chief, when they received absolution, they confessed that I was the chief of the band. Everything that could be attempted was put into practice, and if I did not lose my life at all events I was avoided by almost everybody as a dangerous and doubtful character. At last a nobleman of rank, the father of Don Scipio, whom you disarmed, was assassinated. The bravos were taken, and they acknowledged that I was the person who hired them. I defended myself, but the king imposed upon me a heavy fine and banishments. I had just received the order and was crying out against the injustices and lamenting my hard fate as I sat down to dinner. Laterally, aware of what my enemies would attempt, I had been accustomed to live much alone. My faithful valet, Pedro, was my only attendant. I was eating my dinner with little appetite, and had asked for some wine. Pedro went to the buffet behind him to give me what I required. Accidentally, I lifted up my head, and there being a large peer-glass opposite to me, I saw the figure of my valet, and that he was pouring a powder into the flag of wine, which he was about to present to me. I recollected the hat being found at the nunnery, and also the stiletto in the body of the young man. Light lightning it occurred to me that I had been fostering the viper who had assisted to destroy me. He brought me the flag, and I rose, locked the door, and drawing my sword I addressed him. Villain, I know thee, down on your knees, for your life is forfeit. He turned pale, trembled, and sank upon his knees. Now then, continued I, you have but one chance, either drink of this flag of wine, or I pass my sword through your body. He hesitated, and I put the point to his breast, even pierced the flesh a quarter of an inch. Drink, cried I, is it so very unjust an order to tell you to drink old wine? Drink, continued I, or my sword does its duty. He drank, and would have quitted the room. No, no, said I, you remain here, and the wine must have its effect. If I have wronged you, I will make amends to you, but I am suspicious. In about a quarter of an hour, during which time I paced up and down the room with my sword drawn, my servant fell down and cried in mercy to let him have a priest. I sent for my own confessor, and he then acknowledged that he was an agent of my mother, and father Ignacio, and had been the means of making it appear that I was the committer of all the crimes and murders which had been perpetrated by them with a view to my destruction. A strong emetic having been administered to him, he partly revived, and was taken to Belermo, where he gave his evidence before he expired. When this was made known, the king revoked his sentence, apologised to me, and I found that once more I was visited and courted by everybody. My mother was ordered to be shut up in a convent, where she died I trust in grace, and father Ignacio fled to Italy, and I have been informed is since dead. Having thus rid myself of my principal enemies, I considered myself safe. I married the lady whom you have just seen, and before my eldest son was born, Don Silvio, for such was the name given to my asserted legitimate brother, came of age, and demanded his succession. Had he asked me for a proper support as my uterine brother, I should not have refused, but that the son of Friar Ignacio, who had so often attempted my life should, in the case of my decease, succeed to the title and estates, was not to be born. A lawsuit was immediately commenced, which lasted four or five years, during which Don Silvio married and had a son, that young man whom you heard me address by the same name. But after much litigation it was decided that my father's confessor and Will had proved his illegitimacy, and the suit was in my favour. From that time to this there has been a constant enmity. Don Silvio refused all my offers of assistance, and followed me with a pertinacity which often endangered my life. At last he fell by the hands of his own agents, whom mistook him for me. Don Silvio died without leaving any provision for his family. His widow I penchant, and his son I have carefully brought up, and have indeed treated most liberally. But he appears to imbibe the spirit of his father, and no kindness has been able to imbue him with gratitude. He had lately been placed by me in the army, where he found out my two sons, and quarreled with them both upon slight pretence. But in both instances he was wounded, and carried off the field. My two sons have been staying with me these last two months, and did not leave till yesterday. This morning Don Silvio, accompanied by Don Skipio, came to the house, and after accusing me of being the murderer of both their parents, drew their appears to assassinate me. My wife and child, hearing the noise, came down to my came down to my assistance. You know the rest. End of Chapter 20 Chapter 21 of Mr. Midshipman Easy. This is a LibriVox recording, or LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Mr. Midshipman Easy. By Captain Frank Marriott. Read by Adrian Pretzelis. Chapter 21 In which our hero is brought up all standing under a press of sale. Our limits will not permit us to relate all that pass during our hero's stay of a fortnight at Don Riviera's. He and Gasgoin were treated as if they were his own sons, and the kindness of the female part of the family was equally remarkable. Agnes, naturally perhaps, showed a preference or partiality for Jack, to which Gasgoin willingly submitted, as he felt that our hero had a prior and stronger claim, and during the time that they remained, a feeling of attachment was created between Agnes and the philosopher, which if not love was at least something very near akin to it. But the fact was that they were both much too young to think of marriage, and although they walked and talked and laughed and played together, they were always at home in time for their dinner. Still, the young lady thought she preferred our hero even to her brothers, and Jack thought that the young lady was the prettiest and kindest girl that he had ever met with. At the end of the fortnight, our two midshipmen took their leave, furnished with letters of recommendation to many of the first nobility in Palermo, and mounted on two fine mules with bell bridles. The old Donna kissed them both. The Don showered down his blessings of good wishes, and Donna Agnes' lips trembled as she bade them adieu, and as soon as they were gone, she went up to her chamber and wept. Jack also was very grave, and his eyes moistened at the thoughts of leaving Agnes. Neither of them were aware, until the hour of parting, how much they had wound themselves together. The first quarter of an hour, our two midshipmen followed their guide in silence. Jack wished to be left to his own thoughts, and Gascoigne perceived it. Well, easy, said Gascoigne at last. If I had been in your place, constantly in company of, and loved by that charming girl, I could never have torn myself away. Loved by her, Ned, replied Jack. What makes you say that? Because I am sure it was the case. She lived but in your presence. Why, if you were out of the room, she never said a word, but sat there as melancholy as a sick monkey. The moment you came in again, she beamed out as glorious as the sun, and was all life and spirit. I thought people were always melancholy when they were in love, replied Jack, when those that they love are out of their presence. Well, then, I am out of her presence, and I feel very melancholy, so I suppose by your argument I am in love. Can a man be in love without knowing it? I cannot really say, Jack, I was never in love myself. But I've seen many others, Spoonie. My time will come, I suppose, by and by. They say that for every man made, there is a woman also made to fit him, if he could only find her. Now it's my opinion that you have found yours. I'll lay my life she's crying at this moment. Do you really think so, Ned? Let's go back. Poor little Agnes. Let's go back. I feel I do love her, and I'll tell her so. Poo! Nonsense! It's too late now. You should have told her that before, when you walked with her in the garden. But I did not know it, Ned. However, as you say, it would be foolish to turn back, so I'll write to her from Palermo. Here an argument ensued upon love, which we shall not trouble the reader with, as it was not very profound, both sides knowing very little on the subject. It did, however, end with our hero being convinced that he was desperately in love, and he talked about giving up the service as soon as he arrived in Malta. It is astonishing what sacrifices Midshipmen will make for the objects of their adoration. It was not until late in the evening that our adventurers arrived at Palermo. As soon as they were lodged at the hotel, Gasgoin sat down and wrote a letter in their joint names to Don Ribiera, returning him many thanks for his great kindness, informing him of their safe arrival, and trusting that they should soon meet again. And Jack took up his pen and indicated a letter in Spanish to Agnes, in which he swore that neither tide nor time, nor water nor air nor heaven nor earth, nor the first lieutenant, nor his father, nor absence nor death itself, should prevent him from coming back and marrying her, the first convenient opportunity, begging her to refuse a thousand offers, as come back he would, although there was no saying when. It was a perfect love letter, that is to say it was the essence of nonsense, but that made it perfect, for the greater the love, the greater the folly. These letters were consigned to the man who was sent as their guide, and also had to return with the mules. He was liberally rewarded, and as Jack told him to be very careful of his letter, the Italian naturally concluded that it was to be delivered clandestinely, and he delivered it accordingly at a time when Agnes was walking in the garden thinking of our hero. Nothing was more opportune than the arrival of the letter. Agnes ran to the pavilion, read it over 20 times, kissed it 20 times, and hid it in her bosom, sat for a few minutes in deep and placid thought, took the letter out of its receptacle, and read it over and over again. It was very bad Spanish, and very absurd, but she thought it delightful, poetical, classical, sentimental, argumentative, convincing, incontrovertible, imaginative, and even grammatical. For if it was not good Spanish, there was no Spanish half so good. Alas, Agnes was indeed unsophisticated to be in such ecstasies with a midshipman's love letter. Once more she hastened to her room to weep, but it was from excess of joy and delight. The reader may think Agnes silly, but he must take into consideration the climate, and that she was not yet fifteen. Our young gentlemen sent for a tailor, and each ordered a new suit of clothes. They delivered their letters of recommendation, and went to the banker to whom they were addressed by Don Robiero. I shall draw for ten pounds, Jack, said Gascoigne, on the strength of the shipwreck. I shall tell the truth, all except that we forgot to ask for leave, which I shall leave out, and I'm sure the story will be worth ten pounds. What shall you draw for, Jack? I shall draw for two hundred pounds, replied Jack. I mean to have a good cruise while I can. But will your governor stand that easy? To be sure he will. Then you're right, he is a philosopher. I wish he'd teach mine, for he hates the sight of a bill. Then don't you draw, Ned? I have plenty for both. If every man had his equal share in rights in the world, you would be as able to draw as much as I. And as you cannot, upon the principles of equality, you shall have half. I really shall become a convert to your philosophy, Jack. It does not appear to be so nonsensical as I thought it. At all events it has saved my old governor ten pounds, which he can ill afford as a colonel on half pay. On their return to the inn they found Don Phillip and Don Martin, to whom Don Robiero had written, who welcomed them with open arms. They were two very fine young men of 18 and 19 who were finishing their education in the army. Jack asked them to dinner, and they and our hero soon became inseparable. They took him to all the theatres, the conversationes of the nobility, and as Jack lost his money with good humour and was a very handsome fellow, he was everywhere well received and made much of. Many ladies made love to him, but Jack was only very polite, because he thought more and more of Agnes every day. Three weeks passed away light lightning, and neither Jack nor Gascoigne thought of going back. At last one fine day H. M. Frigate Aurora anchored in the bay, and Jack and Gascoigne, who were at a party at the Duke of Panaros, met with the captain of the Aurora, who was also invited. The Duchess introduced them to Captain Tata, who imagining them, from their being in plain clothes, to be young Englishmen of fortune on their travels, was very gracious and condescending. Jack was so pleased with his abanity that he requested the pleasure of his company to dinner the next day. Captain Tata accepted the invitation, and they parted shaking hands with many expressions of pleasure in having made his acquaintance. Jack's party was rather large, and the dinner sumptuous. The Sicilian gentleman did not drink much wine, but Captain Tata liked his bottle, and although the rest of the company quitted the table to go to a ball given that evening by the Mikesa Navara, Jack was too polite not to sit it out with the captain. Gascoigne closed his chair to Jack, who he was afraid, being a little affected with the wine, would let the cat out of the bag. The captain was amazingly entertaining. Jack told him how happy he should be to see him at Forest Hill, which property the captain discovered to contain 6,000 acres of land, and also that Jack was an only son, and Captain Tata was quite respectful when he found that he was in such a very excellent company. The captain of the frigate inquired of Jack what brought him out here, and Jack, whose prudence was departing, told him that he came in his majesty's ship harpy. Gascoigne gave Jack a nudge, but it was of no use, for as the wine got into Jack's brain, so did his notions of equality. Oh, Wilson gave you a passage. He's an old friend of mine. So he is of ours, replied Jack. He's a devilish good sort of a fellow, Wilson. But where have you been since you came out? inquired Captain Tata. In the harpy, replied Jack, to be sure, I belong to her. You belong to her? In what capacity, may I ask? inquired Captain Tata in a much less respectful and confidential tone. Midshipman, replied Jack, so is Mr. Gascoigne. Mh, you are on leave, then? No indeed, replied Jack. I'll tell you how it is, my dear fellow. Excuse me for one moment, replied Captain Tata, rising up. I must give some directions to my servant which I forgot. Captain Tata hailed his coxswain out of the window, gave orders just outside of the door, and then returned to the table. In the meantime Gascoigne, who expected a breeze, had been cautioning Jack in a low tone at intervals when Captain Tata's back was turned. But it was useless. The extra quantity of wine had got into Jack's head, and he cared nothing for Gascoigne's remonstrance. When the captain resumed his seat at the table, Jack gave him the true narrative of all that had passed, to which his guest paid the greatest attention. Jack wound up his confidence by saying that in a week or so he should go back to Don Ribiera and propose for Donna Agnes. Ah! exclaimed Captain Tata, drawing his breath with astonishment and compressing his lip. Tata, the wine stands with you, said Jack, allow me to help you. Captain Tata threw himself back in his chair and let all the air out of his chest with a sort of whistle, as he could hardly contain himself. Have you had wine enough? said Jack very politely. If so, we will go to the marquesas. The coxswain came to the door, touched his hat to the captain, and looked significantly. And so, sir, cried Captain Tata, in a voice of thunder rising from his chair, you're a damned runaway midshipman, who, if you belonged to my ship, instead of marrying Donna Agnes, I would marry you to the gunner's daughter. My God! Two midshipmen sporting plain clothes in the best society in Palermo, and having the impudence to ask a post-captain to dine with them, to ask me and address me as Tata and my dear fellow you infernal young scamps, continued Captain Tata, now boiling with rage, and striking his fist on the table, so as to set all the glasses waltzing. Allow me to observe, sir, said Jack, who was completely sobered by the address, that we do not belong to your ship, and that we are in plain clothes. In plain clothes, midshipmen in Mufti, yes, you are so. A couple of young swindlers, without a sixpence in your pocket, passing yourself off as young men of fortune, and walking off through the window without paying your bill. Do you mean to call me a swindler, sir? replied Jack. Yes, sir, you. Then you lie, exclaimed our hero in a rage. I am a gentleman, sir. I am sorry I cannot pay you the same compliment. The astonishment and rage of Captain Tata took away his breath. He tried to speak, but could not. He gasped and gasped, and then sat or almost fell down in his chair. At last he recovered himself. Matthews! Matthews! Sir! replied the coxson, who had remained at the door. The sergeant of Marines! Here he is, sir. The sergeant entered and raised the back of his hand to his hat. Bring your Marines in. Take charge of these two. Directly you are on board. Put them both legs in irons. The Marines, with their bayonets, walked in and took possession of our hero and gas coin. Perhaps, sir, replied Jack, who was now cool again, you will permit us to pay our bill before we go on board. We are no swindlers, and it is rather a heavy one, or, as you have taken possession of our persons, you will perhaps do us the favor to discharge it yourself, and Jack threw on the table a heavy purse of dollars. I have only to observe, Captain Tata, that I wish to be very liberal to the waiters. Sergeant, let them pay their bill, said Captain Tata in a more subdued tone, taking his hat and sword and walking out of the room. By heavens easy! What have you done? You will be tried by a court-martial and turned out of the service. I hope so, replied Jack. I was a fool to come into it, but he called me a swindler, and I would give the same answer to-morrow. If you are ready, gentlemen, said the Sergeant, who had been long enough with Captain Tata to be aware that to be punished by him was no proof of fault having been committed. I will go and pack up our things easy while you pay the bill, said Gascoigne. Marine, you had better come with me. In less than half an hour a hero and his comrade, instead of finding themselves up the Marquesa's ball, found themselves very comfortably in iron's under the half-deck of his Majesty's frigate Aurora. We shall leave them, and return to Captain Tata, who had proceeded to the ball to which he had been invited. On entering he was accosted by Don Martin and Don Philip, who inquired what had become of our hero and his friend. Captain Tata, who was in no very good humour, replied briskly that they were on board his ship in iron's. In iron's? For what? exclaimed Don Philip. Because, sir, they are a couple of young scamps who have introduced themselves into the best company, passing themselves off as people of consequence when they are only a couple of midshipmen who have run away from their ship. Now the Riviera's knew very well that Jack and his friends were midshipmen, but this did not appear to them any reason why they should not be considered as gentlemen, and treated accordingly. Do you mean to say, senor, said Don Philip, that you have accepted their hospitality? Laughed, talked, walked, arm in arm with them, pledged them in wine, as we have seen you this evening, and after they have confided in you, that you have put them in iron's? Yes, sir, I do! replied Captain Tata. Then, by heaven, you have my defiance, and you are no gentleman! replied Don Philip, the elder. And I repeat my brother's words, sir, cried Don Martin. The two brothers felt so much attachment for our hero who had twice rendered such signal service to their family that their anger was without bounds. In every other service by the English Navy, there is not that power of grossly insulting and then sheltering yourself under your rank, nor is it necessary for the discipline of any service. To these young officers, if the power did exist, the use of such power under such circumstances appeared monstrous, and they were determined at all events to show Captain Tata that in society, at least, it could be resented. They collected their friends, told them what had passed, and begged them to circulate it through the room. This was soon done, and Captain Tata found himself avoided. He went up to the Marquesa and spoke to her. She turned her head the other way. He addressed account he had been conversing with the night before. He turned short round upon his heel, while Don Philip and Don Martin walked up and down talking so that he might hear what they said and looking at him with eyes flashing with indignation. Captain Tata left the ballroom and returned to the inn more indignant than ever. When he rose the next morning, he was informed that a gentleman wished to speak with him. He sent up his card as Don Ignacio Vérez, Colonel commanding the Fourth Regiment of Infantry. On being admitted, he informed Captain Tata that Don Philip de Ribera wished to have the pleasure of crossing swords with him and requested to know when it would be convenient for Captain Tata to meet him. It was not in Captain Tata's nature to refuse a challenge. His courage was unquestionable, but he felt indignant that a midshipman should be the cause of his getting into such a scrape. He accepted the challenge, but having no knowledge of the small sword refused to fight unless with pistols. To this the Colonel raised no objections, and Captain Tata dispatched his coxswain with a note to his second lieutenant, for he was not on good terms with his first. The meeting took place. At the very first fire the ball of Don Philip passed through Captain Tata's brain, and he instantly fell dead. The second lieutenant hastened on board to report the fatal result of the meeting, and shortly after Don Philip and his brother, with many of their friends, went off in the Governor's barge to condole with our hero. The first lieutenant, now Captain Pro-Tempo, received them graciously, and listened to their remonstrances relative to our hero and gas-goin. I have never been informed by the captain of the grounds of complaint against the young gentleman, replied he, and have therefore no charge to prefer against them. I shall therefore order them to be liberated, but as I learn that they are officers belonging to one of his Majesty's ships lying at Malta, I feel at my duty as I sail immediately to take them there and send them on board of their own ship. Jack and Gas-goin were then taken out of Irons and permitted to see Don Philip, who informed them that he had revenged the insult, but Jack and Gas-goin did not wish to go on shore again after what had passed. After an hour's conversation and assurances of continued friendship, Don Philip, his brother and their friends took leave of our two midshipmen and rowed on shore. And now we must be serious. We do not write these novels merely to amuse. We have always had it in our view to instruct, and it must not be supposed that we have no other end in view than to make the reader laugh. If we were to write an elaborate work telling truths and plain truths, confiding ourselves only to point out errors and to demand reform, it would not be read. We have therefore selected this light and trifling species of writing, as it is by many denominated, as a channel through which we may convey wholesome advice in a palatable shape. If we would point out an error, we draw a character, and although that character has appeared to weave naturally into the tale of fiction, it becomes as much a beacon as it is a vehicle of amusement. We consider this to be the true art of novel writing, and that crime and folly and error can be as severely lashed as virtue and morality can be upheld by a series of amusing causes and effects that entice the reader to take a medicine which, although rendered agreeable to the palette, still produces the same internal benefit, as if it had been presented to him in its crude state, in which it would either be refused or nauseated. In our naval novels we have often pointed out the errors which have existed and still do exist, in a service which is an honour to its country. For what institution is there on earth that is perfect, or into which, if it once was perfect, abuses will not creep? Unfortunately others have written to decry the service, and many have raised up their voices against our writings, because they felt that, in exposing error, we were exposing them. But to this we have been indifferent, we felt that we were doing good, and we have continued. To prove that we are correct in asserting that we have done good, we will, out of several, state one single case. In The King's Own, a captain, when requested to punish a man in stanta for a fault committed, replies that he never has and never will punish a man until twenty-four hours after the offence, that he may not be induced by the anger of the moment to award a severe punishment than in his cooler moments he might think commensurate, and that he wished that the Admiralty would give out an order to that effect. Sometime after the publication of that work the order was given by the Admiralty, forbidding the punishment until a certain time had elapsed after the offence. We had the pleasure of knowing from the First Lord of the Admiralty of the time that it was in consequence of the suggestion in the novel. If our writings had affected nothing else we might still lay down our pen with pride and satisfaction, but they have done more, much more, and while they have amused the reader they have improved the service. They have held up in their characters a mirror, in which those who have been in error may see their own deformity, and many hints which have been given have afterwards returned to the thoughts of those who have had an influence, have been considered as their own ideas, and have been acted upon. The conduct of Captain Tata may be considered as a liable on the service, is it not? The fault of Captain Tata was not in sending them on board, or even putting them in irons as deserters, although under the circumstances he might have shown more delicacy. The fault was in stigmatising a young man as a swindler, and the punishment awarded to the error is intended to point out the moral that such an abuse of power should be severely visited. The greatest error now in our service is the disregard shown to the feelings of the junior officers in the language of their superiors. That an improvement has taken place, I grant, but that it still exists to a degree injurious to the service I know well. The articles of war, as our hero was informed by his Captain, were equally binding on officers and crew, but what a dead letter do they become if officers are permitted to break them with impunity. The captain of a ship will turn the hands up to punishment, read the articles of war for the crand-gressing of which the punishment is inflicted, and to show, at that time, their high respect for the articles of war, the captain and every officer take off their hats. The moment the hands are piped down, the second article of war, which forbids all swearing, etc., in derogation of God's honour, is immediately disregarded. We are not straight-laced. We care little about an oath as a mere expletive. We refer now to swearing at others, to insulting their feelings grossly, by course, an intemperate language. We would never interfere with a man for damning his own eyes, but we deny the right of his damning those of another. The rank of a master in the service is above that of a midshipman, but still the midshipman is a gentleman by birth, and the master, generally speaking, is not. Even at this moment in the service, if the master were told to dam the eyes of a midshipman and tell him that he was a liar, would there be any redress? Or, if so, would it be commensurate with the insult? If a midshipman were to request a court-martial, would it be granted? Certainly not, and yet this is a point of more importance than may be conceived. Our service has been wonderfully improved since the peace, and those who are now permitted to enter it must be gentlemen. We know that even now there are many who cry out against this as dangerous and injurious to the service, as if education spoilt an officer, and the skeon of an illustrious house would not be more careful to uphold an escutcheon without blemish for centuries than one who has little more than brute courage. But those who argue thus are the very people who are injurious to the service, for they can have no other reason, except that they wish that the juniors may be tyrannized over with impunity. Be it remembered that these are not the observations of a junior officer smarting under insult. They are the result of deep and calm reflection. We have arrived at that grade that, although we have the power to inflict, we are too high to receive insult. But we have not forgotten how our young blood has boiled when wanton, reckless, and cruel torture has been heaped upon our feelings, merely because as a junior officer we were not in a position to retaliate, or even to reply. And another evil is that this great terror is disseminated. In observing on it, in one of our works called Peter Simple, we have put the following observation in the mouth of O'Brien. Peter observes, in his simple right-minded way, I should think, O'Brien, that the very circumstance of having had your feelings so often wounded by such language when you were a junior officer would make you doubly careful not to use it towards others when you had advanced in the service. Peter, that's just the first feeling which wears away after a time till at last your own sense of indignation becomes blunted and becomes indifferent to it. You forget also that you wound the feelings of others and carry the habit with you to the great injury and disgrace of the service. Let it not be supposed that in making these remarks we want to cause litigation or insubordination. On the contrary, we assert that this error is the cause and eventually will be much more the cause of insubordination. For as the junior officers who enter the service are improved so will they resist it. The complaint here is more against the officers than the captains whose power has been perhaps already too much curtailed by late regulations. That power must remain for although there may be some few who are so perverted as to make those whom they command uncomfortable, injustice to the service we are proud to assert that the majority acknowledged by their conduct that the greatest charm attached to power is to be able to make so many people happy. Chapter 22 of Mr. Midshipman Easy This is a LibriVox recording or LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Mr. Midshipman Easy by Captain Frank Marriott read by Adrian Pretzelis Chapter 22 Our hero is sick with the service but recovers with proper medicine an argument ending as most do in a blow-up, messy lectures upon craniology. The day after the funeral H.M. ship Aurora sailed for Malta and on her arrival the acting captain sent our two Midshipmen on board the harpy without any remark except victual the day discharged as they had been born on the ship's books as super-numeraries. Mr. James who was acting in the Aurora was anxious to join the Admiral at Toulon and intended to sail the next day. He met Captain Wilson at the governor's table and stated that Jack and Gascoigne had been put in ions by order of Captain Tartar. His suspicions and the report that the duel had in consequence taken place but Gascoigne and Jack had both agreed that they would not communicate the events of their cruise to anybody on board of the Aurora and therefore nothing else was known except that they must have made powerful friends somehow or another and there appeared in the conduct of Captain Tartar as well as in the whole transaction somewhat of a mystery. I should like to know what happened to my friend Jack who fought the duel, said the governor who would laugh at it till he held his sides. Wilson do bring him here tomorrow morning and let us have his story. I am afraid of encouraging him Sir Thomas. He is much too wild already. I told you of his first cruise. He has nothing but adventures and they all end too favourably. Well but you can send for him here and blow him up just as well as in your own cabin and then we will have the truth out of him. That you certainly will, replied Captain Wilson, for he tells it plainly enough. Well to bludge me send for him. I don't see he was much to blame in absconding as it appears he thought he would be hung. I want to see the lad. Well Governor, if you wish it, replied Captain Wilson, who wrote a note to Mr. Sawbridge requesting he would send Mr. Easy to him at the Governor's house at ten o'clock in the morning. Jack made his appearance in his uniform. He did not much care for what was said to him as he was resolved to leave the service. He had been put in irons and the iron had entered into his soul. Mr. Sawbridge had gone on shore about an hour before Jack had been sent on board and he had remained on shore all night. He did not therefore see Jack but for a few minutes and thinking it his duty to say nothing to him at first or to express his displeasure, he merely observed to him that the captain would speak to him as soon as he came on board. As Gasco and our hero did not know how far it might be safe even at Malta to acknowledge what had occurred on board the Saperna which might get wind, they did not even tell their messmates, resolving only to confide it to the captain. When Jack was ushered into the presence of the captain he found him sitting with the Governor and the breakfast on the table ready for them. Jack walked in with courage but respectfully. He was fond of Captain Wilson and wished to show him respect. Captain Wilson addressed him, pointed out that he had committed a great error in fighting a duel, a greater error in demeaning himself by fighting the purse's steward, and still greater in running away from his ship. Jack looked respectfully at Captain Wilson, acknowledged that he had done wrong, and promised to be more careful another time if Captain Wilson would look over it. Captain Wilson, allow me to plead for the young gentleman, said the Governor. I am convinced that it has only been an error in judgment. Well, Mr. Easy, as you express your contrition, and the Governor interferes on your behalf, I shall take no more notice of this. But recollect, Mr. Easy, that you have occasioned me a great deal of anxiety by your mad pranks, and I trust another time you will remember that I am too anxious for your welfare not to be uncomfortable when you run such risks. You may now go on board your duty, and tell Mr. Gascoigne to do the same. And pray, let us hear of no more duels or running away. Jack, whose heart softened at this kind treatment, did not venture to speak. He made his bow, and was about to quit the room when the Governor said, Mr. Easy, you have not breakfasted. I have, sir, replied Jack, before I came on board. But a midshipman can always eat two breakfasts, particularly when his own comes first. So sit down and breakfast with us. It's all over now. Even if it was not, replied Captain Wilson, laughing, I doubt whether it would spoil Mr. Easy's breakfast. Come, Mr. Easy, sit down. Jack bowed, and took his chair, and proved that his lecture had not taken away his appetite. When breakfast was over, Captain Wilson observed, Mr. Easy, you have generally a few adventures to speak of when you return. Will you tell the Governor and me what has taken place since you left us? Certainly, sir, replied Jack, but I venture to request that it may be under the promise of secrecy, for it's rather important to me and Gascoigne. Yes, if secrecy is really necessary, my boy, but I'm the best judge of that, replied the Governor. Jack then entered into a detail of his adventures, which we have already described, much to the astonishment of the Governor and his Captain, and concluded his narration by stating that he wanted to leave the service. He hoped that Captain Wilson would discharge him and send him home. Poo, nonsense, said the Governor, you shan't leave the Mediterranean while I'm here. No, no, you must have more adventures and come back and tell them to me, and recollect my lad that whenever you come to Malta there is a bed at the Governor's house and a seat at his table all ready for you. You are very kind, Sir Thomas, replied Jack, but no buts at all, sir, you shan't leave the service. Besides, recollect that I can ask for a leave of absence for you to go and see Donna Agnes. Aye, and send you there, too. Captain Wilson also remonstrated with our hero, and he gave up the point. It was harsh treatment which made him form the resolution. It was kindness which overcame it. With your permission, Captain Wilson, Mr. Easy shall dine with us today, and bring Gascoigne with him. You shall first scold him, and I'll console him with a good dinner. And, boy, don't be afraid to tell your story everywhere. Sit down and tell it at Nick's mangar stairs, if you please. I'm Governor here. Jack made his obeisance and departed. The lad must be treated kindly, Captain Wilson, said the Governor. He would be a loss to the service. Good heavens, what adventures and how honestly he tells everything. I shall ask him to stay with me for the time you are here, if you will allow me. I want to make friends with him. He must not leave the service. Captain Wilson, who felt that kindness and attention would be more effectual with our hero than any other measures, gave his consent to the Governor's proposition. So Jack ate at the Governor's table, and took lessons in Spanish and Italian until the harpy had been refitted after heaving down. Before she was ready, a vessel arrived from the fleet directing Captain Wilson to repair to Mahon and send a transport lying there to procure live bullocks for the fleet. Jack did not join his ship very willingly, but he had promised the Governor to remain in the service, and he went on board the evening before she sailed. He had been living so well that he had at first a horror of a midshipman's fare, but a good appetite seasons everything, and Jack soon complained that there was not enough. He was delighted to see Jolliff and Mesti after so long an absence. He laughed at the Boson's cheeks, inquired after the Purse's stewards shot holes, shook hands with Gascoyne and his other messmates, gave vigours a thrashing, and then sat down to supper. Ah, Marseillezy, why you take a cruise without me, said Mesti, Dad, very shabby. By de power, I wish I was there. You have too much danger, Marseillezy, without Mesti, anyhow. The next day the harpy sailed, and Jack went to his duty. Mr. Asper borrowed ten pounds, and our hero kept as much watch as he pleased, which, as watching did not please him, was very little. Mr. Sawbridge had long conversations with our hero, pointing out to him the necessity of discipline and obedience in the service, and that there was no such thing as equality, and that the rights of man secured to everyone the property which he held in possession. According to your ideas, Mr. Easy, a man has no more right to his wife than anything else, and any other man may claim her. Jack thought of Agnes, and he made matrimony an exception, as he continued to argue the point. But although he argued, still his philosophy was almost upset at the idea of anyone disputing with him the rights of man with respect to Agnes. The harpy made the African coast, the wind continued contrary, and they were baffled for many days. At last they aspired a brig under the land, about sixteen miles off. Her rig and appearance made Captain Wilson suspect she was a privateer of some description or other, but it was calm, and they could not approach her. Nevertheless, Captain Wilson thought it his duty to examine her, so at ten o'clock at night the boats were hoisted out. As this was merely intended for a reconnoiter, for there was no saying what she might be, Mr. Sawbridge did not go. Mr. Asper was on the sick list, so Mr. Small Soul, the master, had the command of the expedition. Jack asked Mr. Sawbridge to let him have charge of one of the boats. Mr. Jolliff and Mr. Vigas went in the penis with the master. The gunner had the charge of one cutter, and our hero had the command of the other. Jack, although not much more than seventeen, was very strong and tall for his age. Indeed, he was a man grown and shaved twice a week. His only object in going was to have a yarn for the governor when he returned to Malta. Mesty went with him, and as the boat shoved off, Gascoigne slipped in, telling Jack that he was come to take care of him, for which considerate kindness Jack expressed his warmest thanks. The orders to the master were very explicit. He was to reconnoiter the vessel, and if she proved heavily armed not to attack, for she was in bed, and could not escape the harpy as soon as there was wind. If not armed he was to board her, but he was to do nothing till morning. The reason for sending the boats away so soon was that men should not suffer from the heat of the sun during the daytime, which was excessive, and had already put many men on the sick list. The boats were to pull to the bottom of the bay, not to go so near as to be discovered, and then drop their grappinals till daylight. The orders were given to Mr Small Soul in presence of the other officers who were pointed to the boats, that there might be no mistake, and the boats then shoved off. After a three hours pull, they arrived at where the brigade lay becalmed, and as they saw no lights moving on board, they supposed they were not seen. They dropped their grappinals in about seven fathoms water, and waited for daylight. When Jack heard Captain Wilson's orders that they were to lie at anchor till daylight, he had sent down Mesti for fishing lines, as fresh fish is always agreeable in a midshipman's berth. He and Gascoigne amused themselves in this way, and as they pulled up the fish, they entered into an argument, and Mr Small Soul ordered them to be silent. The point which they discussed was relative to boat service. Gascoigne insisted that the boat should all board at once, while our hero took it into his head that it was better they should come up one after another. A novel idea, but Jack's ideas on most points were singular. If you throw your whole force upon the decks at once, you overpower them, observed Gascoigne. If you do not, you are beaten in detail. Very true, replied Jack, supposing that you have an overpowering force, or they are not prepared, but recollect that if they are, the case is altered. For instance, as to firearms, they fire theirs at the first boat, and they have not time to reload, when the second comes up with its fire reversed. Every fresh boat arriving adds to the courage of those who have boarded, and to the alarm of those who defend. The men come on fresh and fresh. Depend upon it, Gascoigne, there is nothing like a corridor reserve. Will you keep silent in your boat, Mr. Easy, or will you not? cried the master. You're a disgrace to the service, sir. Thank you, sir, replied Jack in a low tone. I have another bite, Ned. Jack and his comrade continued to fish in silence till the day broke. The mist rolled off the stagnant water, and discovered the brig, who, as soon as she perceived the boats, threw out the French trickler, and fired a gun of defiance. Mr. Smallsoul was undecided. The gun fired was not a heavy one, and so Mr. Jolliff remarked. The man, as usual, anxious for the attack, asserted the same, and Mr. Smallsoul, afraid of retreating from the enemy and being afterwards despised by the ship's company, ordered the boats to weigh their grappinals. Stop a minute, my lads, said Jack to his men. I've got to buy it. The men laughed at Jack's taking it so easy, but he was their pet, and they did stop for him to pull up his fish, intending to pull up to the other boats and recover their loss of a few seconds. I've hooked him now, said Jack. You may run up the grappinal while I run up with the fish. But this delay gave the other boats a start of a dozen strokes of their oars, which was a distance not easy to be regained. They will be aboard before us, sir, said the coxswain. Never mind that, replied Jack, someone must be last. But not the boat I am in, replied Gascoigne, if I could help it. I tell you, replied Jack, that we shall be the Corder Reserve, and have the honour of turning the scale in our favour. Give way, lads! cried Gascoigne, perceiving the other boats still kept their distance ahead of them, which was about a cable's length. Gascoigne, I command the boat, said Jack, and I do not wish my men to board without any breath in their bodies. That's a very unwise plan. A steady pull, my lads, and not too much exertion. By heaven, they'll take the vessel before we get alongside. Even if they should, I am right. Am I not, mesty? Jazzmaster easy. You very right. Suppose they take vessel without you. They no want you. Suppose they want you. You come. And the negro, who had thrown his jacket off, bared his arm as if he intended mischief. The first cutter, commanded by the gunner, now gained upon the launch, and was three boat lengths ahead of her when she came alongside. The brig poured in her broadside, it was well directed, and down went the boat. Cutters sunk, exclaimed Gascoigne, by heaven. Give way, my men! Now don't you observe that had we all three been pulling up together, the broadside would have sunk us all? said Jack, very composedly. There's board in the launch. Give way, my men, give way! said Gascoigne, stamping with impatience. The reception was evidently warm. By the time that the launch had poured in her men, the second cutter was close under the brig's quarter. Two more strokes, and she was alongside, when, of a sudden, a tremendous explosion took place on the deck of the vessel, and bodies and fragments were hurled up into the air. So tremendous was the explosion that the men of the second cutter, as if transfixed, simultaneously stopped pulling. Their eyes directed to the volumes of smoke which poured through the ports, and hid the whole of the masts and rigging of the vessel. Now's your time, my lads, give way, and alongside, cried our hero. The men, reminded by his voice, obeyed, but the impetus already given to the boat was sufficient. Before they could drop their oars in the water, they grazed against the vessel's sides, and, following Jack, were in a few seconds on the quarter-deck of the vessel. A dreadful sight presented itself. The whole deck was black, and corpses lay strewed, their clothes on them still burning, and among the bodies lay fragments of what once were men. The capstan was unshipped, and turned over on its side. The binnacles were in remnants, and many of the ropes ignited. There was not one person left on deck to oppose them. As they afterward learned from some of the men who had saved their lives by remaining below, the French captain had seen the boats before they anchored, and had made every preparation. He had filled a large ammunition chest with cartridges for the guns, that they might not have to hand them up. A conflict between the men of the pinnets and the crew of the vessel was carried on near the capstan, and a pistol fired had accidentally communicated with the powder which blew up in the very centre of the dense and desperate struggle. The first object was to draw water and extinguish the flames, which were spreading over the vessel. As soon as that was accomplished, our hero went after the taff rail, and looked for the cutter which had been sunk. Gas coin, jump into that boat with four men. I see the cutter floats a quarter of a mile of stern. There may be someone alive yet. I think now I see a head or two. Gas coin hastened away, and soon returned with three of the cutter's men. The rest had sunk, probably killed or wounded by the discharge of the broadside. Thank God there's three saved, said Jack, for we have lost too many. We must now see if any of these poor fellows are yet alive, and clear the decks of the remnants of those who have been blown to pieces. I say, Ned, where should we have been if we had boarded with the pinnets? You always fall upon your feet easy, replied Gas coin, but that does not prove that you are right. I see there is no convincing you, Ned. You are so confoundedly fond of argument. However, I've no time to argue now. We must look to these poor fellows, some are still alive. Body after body was thrown through the ports. The habillaments, in most cases, enabling them to distinguish whether it was that of a departed friend or foe. Jack turned round and observed Mestie with his foot on a head which had been blown from the trunk. What are you about, Mestie? Master easy. I look at this, and I think it Master Vigor's head. And then I think this scull of his enemy nice present to make to little Master Gosset. And then I think again, and I say, no, he dead, and never trash any more, so let him go overboard. Jack turned away, forgiving Vigor's in his heart. He thought of the petty animosities of a midshipman's birth, and he looked at the blackened portion of a body half an hour before possessing intellect. Master easy, said Mestie. I think you say right anyhow, when you say forgive. Then Master Vigor's continued Mestie, taking up the head by the singed hair, and tossing it out the port. You're a really very bad man, but I shan't forgive you. Here's somebody alive, said Goss going to Jack, examining a body, the face of which was black as a cinder, and was not to be recognized, and he is one of our men, too, by his dress. Our hero went up to examine and to assist Gass going in disengaging the body from a heap of ropes and half-burned tarpaulins with which it was entangled. Mestie followed, and looking at the lower extremities said Master easy, Dad Master Jolliff. I know him trousers. Marine Taylor say he patch him for ever, and Dad so old, detread no hold. Yesterday he had dispatch put on, and Marine Taylor say he be damned if he patch any more, please nobody. Mestie was right. It was Paul Jolliff, whose face was burnt as black as a coal by the explosion. He'd also lost three fingers of the left hand, but as soon as he was brought on the deck he appeared to recover and pointed to his mouth for water which was instantly procured. Mestie, said Jack, I leave you in charge of Mr Jolliff, take every care of him till I can come back. The investigation was then concluded, and four English sailors found who might be expected to recover as well as about the same number of Frenchmen. The remainder of the bodies were then thrown overboard. The hat only of the master was picked up between the guns, and there were but eleven Frenchmen found below. The vessel was the Franklin, a French privateer of ten guns and sixty-five men of which eight men were away in prizes. The loss on the pass of the vessel was forty-six killed and wounded. On that of the harpy it was five drowned in the cutter and eighteen blown up belonging to the pinnets. Out of which total of twenty-three they had only Mr Jolliff and five seamen alive. The harpiers standing in were the breeze from the offing, said Gascoe into easy. So much the better. I am sick of this ned. There is something so horrible in it, and I wish I was on board again. I've just been to Jolliff. He can speak a little. I think he will recover. I hope so, poor fellow, for he will then obtain his promotion, for he is the commanding officer of all of us who are left. And if he does, replied Gascoe in, he can swear that it was by having been blown up, which spoiled his beauty. But here comes the harpy. I've only been looking for an English ensign to hoist over the French, but I cannot find one. So I hoist a weft over it. That will do. The harpy was soon hoved too close to the brig, and Jack went on board in the cutter to report what had taken place. Captain Wilson was much vexed and grieved at the loss of so many men. Fresh hands were put in the cutter to mend the pinnets, and he and Sawbridge both went on board to witness the horrible effects of the explosion, as described by our hero. Jolliff and the wounded men were taken on board, and all of them recovered. We have before stated how disfigured the countenance of poor Mr. Jolliff had been by the smallpox. So severely was it burned that the whole of the countenance came off in three weeks like a mask, and everyone declared that, seemed as it was, Mr. Jolliff was better looking than he was before. It may be as well to state that Mr. Jolliff not only obtained his promotion, but a pension for his wounds, and retired from the service. He was still very plain, but it was known that he had been blown up. The loss of his eye as well as the scars on his face were all put down to the same accident, and he excited interest as a gallant and maimed officer. He married, and lived contented and happy to a good old age. The harpy proceeded with her prize to Mahon. Jack, as usual, obtained a great deal of credit, whether he deserved it or whether, as Gascon observed, he always fell on his feet, the reader may decide from our narrative. Perhaps there was a little of both. The seaman of the harpy, if summoned in a hurry, used very often to reply, Stop a minute, I've got a bite. As for Jack, he often said to himself, I have a famous good yarn for the governor. End of chapter 22