power is heavy, and his face was light and quickness. Softness also, and

a melancholy gift of dreaminess and reflection, enlarged and impressed

the effect of a gaze and a smile which have conquered history.

"Why don't 'ee speak up to 'un, Cap'en Zeb?" cried young Harry Shanks,

of the Peggy, the smartest smack next to the Rosalie. "Whoever can 'a

be, to make thee so dumb? Doth 'a know our own business afore our own

selves? If 'ee don't speak up to 'un, Cap'en Zeb, I'll never take no

more commands from thee."

"Harry Shanks, you was always a fool, and you always will be," Master

Tugwell replied, with his deep chest voice, which no gale of wind could

blow away. "Whether he be wrong or right--and I won't say but what I

might have done it better--none but a fool like you would dare to set

his squeak up against Admirable Lord Nelson."

CHAPTER IV

AND HER FAITHFUL CHAPLAIN

"I am not a man of the world, but a man of the Word," said Parson

Twemlow, the Rector of Springhaven; "and I shall not feel that I have

done my duty unless I stir him up to-morrow. His valor and glory are

nothing to me, nor even his value to the country. He does his duty, and

I shall do mine. It is useless to talk to me, Maria; I never shall have

such a chance again."

"Well, dear, you know best," replied Mrs. Twemlow; "and duty is always

the highest and best and most sacred consideration. But you surely

should remember, for Eliza's sake, that we never shall dine at the Hall

again."

"I don't care a snap for their dinners, or the chance of Eliza catching

some young officer; and very few come while this peace goes on. I won't

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