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The first thing that he seized upon
"Was Bakel's thickened sole :

He cried in terror and affright,

"The Devil! oh ye powers of light!"

Now was their foolish blunder clear ;

They show'd themselves in day ;
And soon the Fleaher's deadly fears

And dread were chased away.
A hearty breakfast crown'd the board

And laughter loudly at it roar'd.

At parting all swore solemnly

The blunder to conceal,
But lately when I made a feast

Of venison and veal,
The parson in a merry mood

The whole truth did reveal.

Edinburgh Mag.



While our shrub walks darken,

And the stars get bright aloft,
Sit we still and hearken

To the music low and soft.
By the old oak yonder

Where we watched the setting sun,
Listening to the far-off thunder

Of the multitude as one.

Sit, my best beloved,

In the waning light;
Yield thy spirit to the teaching

Of each sound and sight,
While those sounds are flowing

To their silent rest ;
While the parting wake of sunlight

Broods along the west :

Sweeter 'tis to hearken

Than to bear a part ;
Better to look on happiness

Than carry a light heart.
Sweeter to walk on cloudy hills

With a sunny plain below,
Than to weary of the brightness

Where the floods of sunshine flow.

Souls that love each other,

Join both joys in one ;
Blest by others' happiness,

And nourished by their own.
So with quick reflection,

Each its opposite
Still gives back, and multiplies

To infinite delight.

S.W. AND BY W. | W.

[Captain Frederick Marryat, R.N., C.B., born in
London, 10th July, 1792; died in Norfolk, 2d August,
1818. As a naval officer, " lie was brave, zealous, in-
telligent, and even thoughtful, yet active in the per-
formance of his duties," was the verdict of the late Earl
of Dundonald (Lord Cochrane;. As the inventor of the
code of signals for the merchant vessels of all nations
Captain Marry at has earned the gratitude of all seafarers;
but it is as a novelist that he is most distinguished. He
was thirty seven when his first work appeared Frank
Mildmay, and twenty-four others followed in rapid
succession. It will suffice to mention The King's Own:
Newton Fortter; Midshipman Easy; Jacob Faithful: Per-
c!val Keene; Snarly Yow; The Phantom Ship; Joseph
Rusthrook, or the Poacher; Valerie; Diary in America;
The SMlert in Canada: The Pacha of Many Talts, <tc.
"His stories of the sea are unquestionably the first
in their peculiar line." Dublin Univtnity Magazine.
Christopher North said "he would have stood in the
first class of sea-scribes had he written nothing but
Ptter Simple." Various editions of his works are
issued by Routledge and Sons, by whose permission the
following tale is quoted from Olla Podrida. The bio-
griphy of Captain Marryat, edited by his daughter
Florence Marryat herself a novelist was published
in 1872.]

Jack Littlebrain was, physically considered,
as fine grown, and moreover as handsome a
boy as ever was seen, but it must be acknow-
ledged that he was not very clever. Nature
is, in most instances, very impartial; she has
given plumage to the peacock, but, as every
ones knows, not the slightest ear for music.
Throughout the feathered race it is almost in-
variably the same; the homeliest clad are the
finest songsters. Among animals the elephant
is certainly the most intelligent, but, at the
same time, he cannot be considered as a beauty.
Acting upon this well-ascertained principle,
nature imagined that she had done quite enough
for Jack when she endowed him with such
personal perfection; and did not consider it
was at all necessary that he should be very
clever; indeed, it must be admitted, not only
that he was not very clever, but (as the truth
must be told) remarkably dull and stupid.
However, the Littlebrains have been for a long
while a well-known, numerous, and influential


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family, so that, if it were possible that Jack
could have been taught anything, the means
were forthcoming: he was sent to every school
in the country; but it was in vain. At every
following vacation he was handed over from
the one pedagogue to the other, of those whose
names were renowned for the Busbian system
of teaching by stimulating both ends: he was
horsed every day and still remained an ass,
and at the end of six months, if he did not
run away before that period was over, he was
invariably sent back to his parents as incor-
rigible and unteachable. What was to be done
with him? The Littlebrains had always got
on in the world, somehow or another, by their
interest and connections ; but here was one
who might be said to have no brains at all.
After many pros and cons, and after a variety
of consulting letters had passed between the
various members of his family, it was decided,
that as his maternal uncle, Sir Theophilus
Blazers, G. C. B., was at that time second in
command in the Mediterranean, he should be
sent to sea under his command; the admiral
having, in reply to a letter on the subject,
answered that it was hard indeed if he did not
lick him into some shape or another; and that,
at all events, he'd warrant that Jack should
be able to box the compass before he had been
three months nibbling the ship's biscuit; fur-
ther, that it was very easy to get over the ex-
amination necessary to qualify him for lieu-
tenant, as a turkey and a dozen of brown-stout
sent in the boat with him on the passing day,
as a present to each of the passing captains,
would pass him, even if he were as incompetent
as a camel (or, as they say at sea, a cable) to
pass through the eye of a needle; that having
once passed, he would soon have him in com-
mand of a fine frigate, with a good nursing
first lieutenant; and that if he did not behave
himself properly, he would make his signal to
come on board of the flag-ship, take him into the
eabin, and give him a sound horse-whipping,
as other admirals have been known to inflict
upon their own sons under similar circum-
stances. The reader must be aware that, from
the tenor of Sir Theophilus' letter, the cir-
cumstances which we are narrating must have
occurred some fifty years ago.

When Jack was informed that he was to be
a midshipman, he looked up in the most
innocent way in the world (and innocent he
was, sure enough), turned on his heels, and
whistled as he went for want of thought. For
the last three months he had been at home,
and his chief employment was kissing and
romping with the maids, who declared him to

be the handsomest Littlebrain that the country
had ever produced. Our hero viewed the
preparations made for his departure with per-
fect indifference, and wished everybody good-by
with the utmost composure. He was a happy,
good-tempered fellow, who never calculated,
because he could not; never decided, for he
had not wit enough to choose ; never foresaw,
although he could look straight before him ;
and never remembered, because he had no
memory. The line, "If ignorance is bliss, 'tis
folly to be wise," was certainly made especially
for Jack ; nevertheless he was not totally de-
ficient: he knew what was good to eat or drink,
for his taste was perfect, his eyes were very
sharp, and he could discover in a moment if a
peach was ripe on the wall ; his hearing was
quick, for he was the first in the school to
detect the footsteps of his pedagogue; and he
could smell anything savoury nearly a mile
off, if the wind lay the right way. Moreover,
he knew that if he put his fingers in the fire
that he would burn himself; that knives cut
severely; that birch tickled, and several other
little axioms of this sort which are generally
ascertained by children at an early age, but
which Jack's capacity had not received until at
a much later date. Such as he was, our hero
went to sea ; his stock in his sea-chest being
very abundant, while his stock of ideas was
proportionably small.

We will pass over all the trans-shipments of
Jack until he was eventually shipped on board
the Mendacious, then lying at Malta, with the
flag of Sir Theophilus Blazers at the fore a
splendid ship, carrying 120 guns, and nearly
120 midshipmen of different calibres. (I pass
over captain, lieutenant, and ship's company,
having made mention of her most valuable
qualifications.) Jack was received with a
hearty welcome by his uncle, for he came
in pudding-time, and was invited to dinner;
and the admiral made the important discovery,
that if his nephew was a fool in other points,
he was certainly no fool at his knife and fork.
In a short time his messmates found out that
he was no fool at his fists, and his knock-down
arguments ended much disputation. Indeed,
as the French would say, Jack was perfection
in the physique, although so very deficient in
the morale.

But if Pandora's box proved a plague to the
whole world, Jack had his individual portion
of it, when he was summoned to box the com-
pass by his worthy uncle Sir Theophilus Blazers;
who, in the course of six months, discovered
that he could not make his nephew box it in the
three, which he had warranted in his letter;

S.W. AND BY W. 3 W.


every day our hero's ears were hoxed, but the
compass never. It required all the cardinal
virtues to teach him the cardinal points during
the forenoon, and he made a point of forgetting
them before the sun went down. Whenever
they attempted it (and various were the teachers
employed to drive the compass into Jack's
head), his head drove round the compass; and
try all he could, Jack never could compass it.
It appeared, as some people are said only to
have one idea, as if Jack could only have one
point in his head at a time, and to that point
he would stand like a well broken pointer.
With him the wind never changed till the next
day. His uncle pronounced him to be a fool,
but that did not hurt his nephew's feelings;
he had been told so too often already.

I have said that Jack had a great respect for
good eating and drinking, and, moreover, was
blessed with a good appetite: every person has
his peculiar fancies, and if there was anything
which more titillated the palate and olfactory
nerves of our hero, it was a roast goose with
sage and onions. Now it so happened, that
having been about seven months on board of
the Mendacious, Jack had one day received
a summons to dine with the admiral, for the
steward had ordered a roast goose for dinner,
and knew not only that Jack was partial to it,
but also that Jack was the admiral's nephew,
which always goes for something on board of a
flag-ship. Just before they were sitting down
to table, the admiral wishing to know how the
wind was, and having been not a little vexed
with the slow progress of his nephew's nautical
acquirements, said, "Now, Mr. Littlebrain,
go up and bring me down word how the wind
is; and mark me, as, when you are sent, nine
times out of ten you make a mistake, I shall
now bet you five guineas against your dinner,
that you make a mistake this time: so now be
off and we will soon ascertain whether you lose
your dinner or I lose my money. Sit down, gen-
tlemen, we will not wait for Mr. Littlebrain."

Jack did not much admire this bet on the
part of his uncle, but still less did he like the
want of good manners in not waiting for him.
He had just time to see the covers removed, to
scent a whiff of the goose, and was off.

"The admiral wants to know how the wind
is, sir/' said Jack to the officer of the watch.

The officer of the watch went to the binnacle,
and setting the wind as nearly as he could,
replied, "Tell Sir Theophilus that it is S. W.
and by W. 5 W."

"That's one of those confounded long points
that I never can remember," cried Jack, in

"Then you'll 'get goose,' as the saying is,"
observed one of the midshipmen.

"No; I'm afraid that I sha'n't get any,"
replied Jack, despondingly. "What did he
say, S.W. and by N. 3 E.?"

" Not exactly," replied his messmate, who
was a good-natured lad, and laughed heartily
at Jack's version. "S.W. and by W. f W."

" I never can remember it," cried Jack.
" I'm to have five guineas if I do, and no din-
ner if I don't; and if I stay here much longer,
I shall get no dinner at all events, for they are
all terribly peckish, and there will be none

" Well, if you'll give me one of the guineas,
I'll show you how to manage it," said the

" I'll give you two, if you'll only be quick
and the goose a'n't all gone," replied Jack.

The midshipman wrote down the point from
which the wind blew, at full length, upon a
bit of paper, and pinned it to the rim of Jack's
hat. "Now," said he, "when you go into
the cabin, you can hold your hat so as to read
it without their perceiving you."

" Well, so I can ; I never should have thought
of that," said Jack.

"You hav'n't wit enough," replied the mid-

" Well, I see no wit in the compass," replied

"Nevertheless, it's full of point," replied
the midshipman: "now be quick."

Our hero's eyes served him well if his memory
was treacherous; and as he entered the cabin
door he bowed over his hat very politely, and
said, as he read it off, "S.W. and by W. | W.,"
and then he added, without reading at all, "if
you please, Sir Theophilus."

" Steward," said the admiral, " tell the
officer of the watch to step down."

"How's the wind, Mr. Growler?"

"S.W. and by W. f W.," replied the officer.

" Then, Mr. Littlebrain, you have won your
five guineas, and may now sit down and enjoy
your dinner."

Our hero was not slow in obeying the order,
and ventured, upon the strength of his success,
to send his plate twice for goose. Having
eaten their dinner, drunk their wine, and
taken their coffee, the officers, at the same
time, took the hint which invariably accom-
panies the latter beverage, made their bows
and retreated. As Jack was following his
seniors out of the cabin, the admiral put the
sum which he had staked into his hands,
observing, that "it was an ill wind that blew
nobody good."


S.W. AND BY W. f W.

So thought Jack, who, having faithfully
paid the midshipman the two guineas for his
assistance, was now on the poop keeping his
watch, as midshipmen usually do ; that is,
stretched out on the signal lockers and com-
posing himself to sleep after the most approved
fashion, answering the winks of the stars by
blinks of his eyes, until at last he shut them
to keep them warm. But, before he had quite
composed himself, he thought of the goose and
the five guineas. The wind was from the
same quarter, blowing soft and mild; Jack lay
in a sort of reverie, as it fanned his cheek, for
the weather was close and sultry.

"Well," muttered Jack to himself, "I do
love that point of the compass, at all events,
and I think that I never shall forget S. W. and
by W. f W. No I never never liked one
before, though "

" Is that true?" whispered a gentle voice in
his ear; "do you love 'S. W. and by W. f W.,'
and will you, as- you say, never forget her?"

"Why, what's that?" said Jack, opening
his eyes and turning half round on his side.

" It's me ' S. W. and by W. f W./ that
you say you love. "

Littlebrain raised himself and looked round;
there was no one on the poop except himself
and two or three of the after-guard, who were
lying down between the gums.

" Why, who was it that spoke?" said Jack,
much astonished.

"It was the wind you love and who has
long loved you," replied the same voice; "do
you wish to see me?"

"See you see the wind? I've been already
sent on that message by the midshipmen,"
thought Jack.

"Do you love me as you say, and as I love
you?" continued the voice.

"Well, I like you better than any other
point of the compass, and I'm sure I never
thought I should like one of them," replied

"That will not do for me; will you love
only me?"

" I'm not likely to love the others," replied
Jack, shuttinghis eyes again; " I hate them all."

" And love me?"

" Well, I do love you, that's a fact," replied
Jack, as he thought of the goose and the five

" Then look round and you shall see me,"
said the soft voice.

Jack, who hardly knew whether he was
asleep or awake, did at this summons once
more take the trouble to open his eyes, and
beheld a fairy female figure, pellucid as water,

yet apparently possessing substance; her fea-
tures were beautifully soft and mild, and her
outline trembled and shifted as it were, wav-
ing gently to and fro. It smiled sweetly, hung
over him, played with his chestnut curls, softly
touched his lips with her own, passed her
trembling fingers over his cheeks, and its warm
breath appeared as if it melted into his. Then
it grew more bold, embraced his person,
searched into his neck and collar, as if curious
to examine him.

Jack felt a pleasure and gratification which
he could not well comprehend : once more the
charmer's lips trembled upon his own, now
remaining for a moment, now withdrawing,
again returning to kiss and kiss again, and
once more did the soft voice put the question,

" Do you love me?"

" Better than goose," replied Jack.

"I don't know who goose may be," replied
the fairy form, as she tossed about Jack's wav-
ing locks; "you must love only me, promise
me that before I am relieved."

" What, have you got the first watch, as well
as me?" replied Jack.

" I am on duty just now, but I shall not be
so long. We southerly winds are never kept
long in one place; some of my sisters will pro-
bably be sent here soon. "

" I don't understand what you talk about,"
replied Jack. "Suppose you tell me who you
are, and what you are, and I'll do all I can to
keep awake ; I don't know how it is, but I've
felt more inclined to go to sleep since you have
been fanning me about, than I did before."

" Then I will remain by your side while
you listen to me. I am, as I told you, a wind

"That's puzzling," said Jack, interrupting

" My name is S.W. and by W. f W.'"

" Yes, and a very long name it is. If you
wish me to remember you, you should have
had a shorter one."

This ruffled the wind a little, and she blew
rather sharp into the corner of Jack's eye,
however she proceeded,

"You are a sailor, and of course you know
all the winds on the compass by name."

" I wish I did ; but I don't," replied Little-
brain ; " I can recollect you, and not one other. "

Again the wind trembled with delight on
his lips, and she proceeded: " You know that
there are thirty-two points on the compass,
and these points are divided into quarters; so
that there are, in fact, 128 different winds."

" There are more than I could ever remem-
ber; I know that," said Jack.

S.W. AND BY W. $ W.

"Well, we are in all 128. All the winds
which have northerly in them are coarse and
ugly ; all the southern winds are pretty."

" You don't say so?" replied our hero.

"We are summoned to blow, as required,
bst the hardest duty generally falls to the nor-
therly winds, as it should do, for they are the
strongest ; although we southerly winds can
blow hard enough when we choose. Our char-
acters are somewhat different. The most un-
happy in disposition, and I may say the most
malevolent, are the north and easterly winds ;
the N.W. winds are powerful, but not unkind;
the S.E. winds vary, but, at all events, we of
the S. W. are considered the mildest and most
beneficent. Do you understand me?"

" Not altogether. You're going right round
the compass, and I never could make it out,
that's a fact. I hear what you say, but I
cannot promise to recollect it ; I can only
recollect S.W. and by W. | W."

" I care only for your recollecting me; if you
do that, you may forget all the rest. Now
you see we South Wests are summer winds, and
are seldom required but in this season ; I have
often blown over your ship these last three
months, and I always have lingered near you,
for I loved you."

" Thank you now go on, for seven bells
have struck some time, and I shall be going
to turn in. Is your watch out?"

"No, I fehall blow for some hours longer.
Why will you leave me why wo'n't you stay
on deck with me?"

" What, stay on deck after my watch is out?
No, if I do, blow me ! We midshipmen never
do that but I say, why can't you come down
with me, and turn in my hammock ; it's close
to the hatchway, and you can easily do it."

" Well, I will, upon one promise. You say
that you love me, now I'm very jealous, for
we winds are always supplanting one another.
Promise me that you will never mention any
other wind in the compass but me, for if you
do, they may come to you, and if I hear of it
I'll blow the masts out of your ship, that I

"You don't say so?" replied Jack, survey-
ing her fragile, trembling form.

" Yes, I will, and on a lee-shore too; so that
the ship shall go to pieces on the rocks, and
the admiral and every soul on board her be

"No, you wouldn't, would you?" said our
hero, astonished.

"Not if you promise me. Then I'll come
to you and pour down your windsails, and dry
your washed clothes as they hang on the rig-


I ging, and just ripple the waves as you glide
along, and hang upon the lips of my dear
love, and press him in my arms. Promise
me, then, on no account ever to recollect or
mention any other wind but me."

" Well, I think I may promise that," re-
plied Jack, "I'm very clever at forgetting;
and then you'll come to my hammock, won't
you, and sleep with me? You'll be a nice
cool bedfellow these warm nights."

" I can't sleep on my watch as midshipmen
do; but I'll watch you while you sleep, and
I'll fan your cheeks, and keep you cool and
j comfortable, till I'm relieved.

" And when you go, when will you come

" That I cannot tell when I'm summoned;
and I shall wait with impatience, that you
may be sure of."

"There's eight bells," said Jack, starting
up; " I must go down and call the officer of
the middle watch ; but I'll soon turn in, for
my relief is not so big as myself, and I can
thrash him."

Littlebrain was as good as his word; he cut
down his relief, and then thrashed him for
venturing to expostulate. The consequence
was, that in ten minutes he was in his ham-
mock, and "S.W. and by W. f W." came
gently down the hatchway and rested in his
arms. Jack soon fell fast asleep, and when
he was wakened up the next morning by the
quarter-master, his bedfellow was no longer
there. A mate inquiring how the wind was,
was answered by the quarter-master that they
had a fresh breeze from the N.N.W., by which
Jack understood that his sweetheart was no
longer on duty.

Our hero had passed such a happy night
with his soft and kind companion, that he
could think of nothing else; he longed for her
to come again, and, to the surprise of every-
body, was now perpetually making inquiries
as to the wind which blew. He thought of
her continually; and in fact was as much in
love with " S.W. and by W. f W." as he pos-
sibly could be. She came again once more
did he enjoy her delightful company; again
she slept with him in his hammock, and then,
after a short stay, she was relieved by another.

We do not intend to accuse the wind of in-
constancy, as that was not her fault : nor of
treachery, for she loved dearly; nor of violence,
for she was all softness and mildness: but we
do say, that "S.W. and by W. W." was the
occasion of Jack being very often in a scrape,
for our hero kept his word; he forgot all other
winds, and with him there was no other ex-


S.W. AND BY W. 5 W.

cept his dear "S.W. and by W. | W." It
must be admitted of Jack, that, at all events,
he showed great perseverance, for he stuck to
his point.

Our hero would argue with his messmates,
for it is not those who are most capable of
arguing who are most fond of it ; and, like all j
arguers not very brilliant, he would flounder
and diverge away right and left, just as the
flaws of ideas came into his head.

"What nonsense it is your talking that
way," would his opponent say; "why don't
you come to the point?"

"And so I do," cried Jack.

" Well, then, what is your point?"

"S.W. and by W. | W.," replied our hero.

Who could reply to this? But in every in-
stance, and through every difficulty, our hero
kept his promise, until his uncle, Sir Theo-
philus, was very undecided whether he should
send him home to be locked up in a lunatic
asylum, or bring him on in the service to the
rank of post-captain. Upon mature considera-
tion, however, as a man in Bedlam is a verj r
useless member of society, and a teetotal non-
productive, whereas a captain in the navy is
a responsible agent, the admiral came to the

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