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conclusion that Littlebrain must follow up his
destiny.

At last Jack was set down as the greatest
fool in the ship, and was pointed out as such.
The ladies observed that such might possibly
be the case, but at all events he was the hand-
somest young man in the Mediterranean fleet.
We believe that both parties were correct in
their assertions.

Time flies even a midshipman's time, which
does not fly quite so fast as his money and
the time came for Mr. Littlebrain's examina-
tion. Sir Theophilus, who now commanded
the whole fleet, was almost in despair. How
was it possible that a man could navigate a
ship with only one quarter point of the com-
pass in his head?

Sir Theophilus scratched his wig; and the
disposition of the Mediterranean fleet, so im-
portant to the country, was altered according
to the dispositions of the captains who com-
manded the ships. In those days there were
martinets in the service : officers who never
overlooked an offence, or permitted the least
deviation from strict duty; who were generally
hated, but at the same time were most valu-
able to the service. As for his nephew passing
his examination before any of those of the
first or second, or even of the third degree, the
admiral knew that it was impossible. The
consequence was, that one was sent away on



a mission to Genoa about nothing; another to
watch for vessels never expected, off Sardinia;
two more to cruize after a French frigate which
had never been built: and thus, by degrees,
did the admiral arrange, so as to obtain a set of
officers sufficiently pliant to allow his nephew
to creep under the gate which barred his pro-
motion, and which he never could have vaulted
over. So the signal was made our hero went
on board his uncle had not forgotten the
propriety of a little douceur on the occasion :
and, as the turkeys were all gone, three couple
of geese were sent in the same boat, as a pre-
sent to each of the three passing captains.
Littlebrain's heart failed him as he pulled to
the ship; even the geese hissed at him, as much
as to say, " If you were not such a stupid ass,
we might have been left alive in our coops."
There was a great deal of truth in that re-
mark, if they did say so.

Nothing could have been made more easy
for Littlebrain than his examination. The
questions had all been arranged beforehand ;
and some kind friend had given him all the
answers written down. The passing captains
apparently suffered from the heat of the weather,
and each had his hand on his brow, looking
down on the table at the time that Littlebrain
gave his answers, so that of course they did
not observe that he was reading them off. As
soon as Littlebrain had given his answer, and
had had sufficient time to drop his paper under
the table, the captains felt better and looked
up again.

There were but eight questions for our hero
to answer. Seven had been satisfactorily got
through; then came the eighth, a very simple
one: "What is your course and distance from
Ushant to the Start ?" This question having
been duly put, the captains were again in deep
meditation, shrouding their eyes with the
palms of their hands.

Littlebrain had his answer he looked at
the paper. What could be more simple than
to reply ? and then the captains would have
all risen up, shaken him by the hand, compli-
mented him upon the talent he had displayed,
sent their compliments to the commander-in-
chief, and their thanks for the geese. Jatk
was just answering, " North

" Recollect your promise! " cried a soft voice,
which Jack well recollected.

Jack stammered the captains were mute
and waited patiently.

" I must say it," muttered Jack.

" You shan't," replied the little Wind.

" Indeed I must," said Jack, "or I shall be
turned back."



S.W. AND BY W.



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The captains, surprised at this delay and the
muttering of Jack, looked up, and one of them
gently inquired if Mr. Littlebrain had not
dropped his handkerchief or something under
the table? And then they again fixed their
eyes upon the green cloth.

"If you dare, I'll never see you again,"
cried " S.W. and by W. ^ W." " never come
to your hammock but I'll blow the ship on
shore, every soul shall be lost, admiral and all;
recollect your promise!"

" Then I shall never pass," replied Jack.

" Do you think that any other point in the
compass shall pass you except me? never! I
am too jealous for that. Come now, dearest!"
and the Wind again deliciously trembled upon
the lips of our hero, who could no longer re-
sist.

"S.W. and by W. W.," exclaimed Jack
firmly.

"You have made a slight mistake, Mr.
Littlebrain," said one of the captains. "Look
again I meant to say, think again."

"S.W. and by W. f W.," again repeated
Jack.

" Dearest, how I love you !" whispered the
soft Wind.

"Why, Mr. Littlebrain," said one of the
captains for Jack had actually laid the paper
down on the table " what's in the wind now?"

" She's obstinate," replied Jack.

" You appear to be so, at all events," replied
the captain. " Pray, try once more."

" I have it!" thought Jack, who tore off the
last answer from his paper. " I gained five
guineas by that plan once before." He then
handed the bit of paper to the passing captain:
" I believe that's right, sir," said our hero.

"Yes, that is right; but could you not have
said it instead of writing it, Mr. Littlebrain?"

Jack made no reply ; his little sweetheart
pouted a little, but said nothing; it was an
evasion which she did not like. A few seconds
of consultation then took place, as a matter of
form. Each captain asked of the other if he
was perfectly satisfied as to Mr. Littlebrain's
capabilities, and the reply was in the affirma-
tive; and they were perfectly satisfied that he
was either a fool or a madman. However, as
we have had both in the service by way of pre-
cedent, Jack was added to the list, and the
next day was appointed lieutenant.

Our hero did his duty as lieutenant of the
forecastle; and as all the duty of that officer is,
when hailed from the quarter-deck, to answer,
"Ay, ay, sir," he got on without making
many mistakes. And now he was very happy;
no one dared to call him a fool except his



uncle; he had his own cabin, and many was
the time that his dear little "S.W. and by
W. if W." would come in by the scuttle and
nestle by his side.

"You won't see so much of me soon, dearest,"
said she, one morning, gravely,

" Why not, my soft one?" replied Jack.

" Don't you recollect that tho winter months
are coming on?"

"So they are," replied Jack. "Well, I
shall long for you back."

And Jack did long, and long very much, for
he loved his dear wind and the fine weather
which accompanied her. Winter came on, and
heavy gales and rain, and thunder and light-
ning; nothing but double-reefed top-sails and
wearing in succession; and our hero walked
the forecastle and thought of his favourite
wind. The N. E. winds came down furiously,
and the weather was bitter cold. The officers
shook the rain and spray off their garments
when their watch was over, and called for grog.

" Steward, a glass of grog," cried one; "and
let it be strong."

"The same for me," said Jack ; "only, I'll
mix it myself."

Jack poured out the rum till the tumbler
was half full.

" Why, Littlebrain," said his messmate,
" that is a dose; that's what we call a regular
Nor-we.ster. "

" Is it?" replied Jack. "Well, then, Nor-
westers suit me exactly, and I shall stick to
them like cobblers' wax."

And during the whole of the winter months
our hero showed a great predilection for Nor-
westers.

It was in the latter end of February that
there was a heavy gale: it had blown furiously
from the northward for three days, and then
it paused and panted as if out of breath no
wonder ! And then the wind shifted and
shifted again, with squalls and heavy rain,
until it blew from every quarter of the compass.

Our hero's watch was over, and he came
down and called for a "Nor- wester" as usual.

"How is the wind now?" asked the first
lieutenant of the master, who came down drip-
ping wet.

"S.S.W., but drawing now fast to the west-
ward," said old Spunyarn.

And so it was; and it veered round until
" S.W. and by W. f W.," with an angry gust,
came down the skylight, and blowing strongly
into our hero's ear, cried

" Oh, you false one !"

"False!" exclaimed Jack. "What! you
here, and so angry too? What's the matter?"



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PROVERBS.



"What's the matter! do you think I don't
know? What have you been doing ever since
I was away, comforting yourself during my
absence with Nor-westera?"

" Why, you an't jealous of a Nor-wester,
are you?" replied Littlebrain. "I confess I'm
rather partial to them."

What ! this to my face ! I'll never come
again, without you promise me that you will
have nothing to do with them, and never call
for one again. Be quick I cannot stay more
than two minutes; for it is hard work now, and
we relieve quick say the word."

"Well, then," replied Littlebrain, "you've
no objection to half and-half?"

"None in the world; that's quite another
thing, and has nothing to do witli the wind."

" It has though," thought Jack, " for it gets
a man in the wind; but I won't tell her so ;
and," continued he, "you don't mind a raw
nip, do you?"

"No I care for nothing except a Nor-
wester."

" I'll never call for one again," replied Jack;
"it is but making my grog a little stronger;
in future it shall be half-and-half."

" That's a dear ! Now I'm off don't for-
get me; " and away went the wind in a great
hurry.

It was about three months after this short j
visit, the fleet being off Corsica, that our hero
Was walking the deck, thinking that he soon
should see the object of his affections, when a
privateer brig was discovered at anchor a few
miles from Bastia. The signal was made for
the boats of the fleet to cut her out; and the
admiral, wishing that his nephew should distin-
guish himself somehow, gave him the command
of one of the finest boats. Now Jack was as
brave as brave could be; he did not know what
danger was ; he hadn't wit enough to perceive
it, and there was no doubt but he would dis-
tinguish himself. The boats went on the ser-
vice. Jack was the very first on board, cheer-
ing his men as he darted into the closed ranks
of his opponents. Whether it was that he did
not think that his head was worth defending,
or that he was too busy in breaking the heads
of others to look after his own, this is certain,
that a tomahawk descended upon it with such
force as to bury itself in his skull (and his was
a thick skull too). The privateer's men were
overpowered by numbers, and then our hero
was discovered, under a pile of bodies, still
breathing heavily. He was hoisted on board
and taken into his uncle's cabin: the surgeon
shook his head when he had examined that of
on hero.



" It must have been a most tremendous
blow," said he to the admiral, " to have pene-
trated "

" It must have been, indeed," replied the
admiral, as the tears rolled down his cheeks;
for he loved his nephew.

The surgeon having done all that his art
would enable him to do, left the cabin to at-
tend to the others who were hurt; the admiral
also went on the quarter deck, walking to and
fro for an hour in a melancholy mood. He
returned to the cabin and bent over his nephew;
Jack opened his eyes.

"My dear fellow," said the admiral, "how's
your head now?"

" S. W. and by W. \ W.," faintly exclaimed
our hero, constant in death, as he turned a
little on one side and expired.

It was three days afterwards, as the fleet
were on a wind making for Malta, that the
bell of the ship tolled, and a body, sewed up
in a hammock and covered with the Union
Jack, was carried to the gangway by the
admiral's bargemen. It had been a dull,
cloudy day, with little wind; the hands were
turned up, the officers and men stood uncovered;
the admiral in advance with his arms folded,
as the chaplain read the funeral service over
the body of our hero, and as the service pro-
ceeded, the sails flapped, for the wind had
shifted a little: a motion was made, by the
hand of the officer of the watch, to the man
at the helm to let the ship go off the wind,
that the service might not be disturbed, and a
mizzling soft rain descended. The wind had
shifted to our hero's much-loved point, his
fond mistress had come to mourn over the loss
of her dearest, and the rain that descended
were the tears which she shed at the death of
her handsome but not over-gifted lover.



PROVERBS.

As love and I late harbour'd in one inn,

With proverbs thus each other entertain :

' In love there is no lack," thus I begin ;

" Fair words make fools," replieth he again ;

" Who spares to speak doth spare to s[ eed," quoth I ;

" As well," saith lie, " too forward as too slow ;"

"Fortune assists the boldest," I reply;

" A hasty man," quoth he, " ne'er wanted woe ;"

'' Labour is light where love," quoth I, " doth pay ,"

Saith he, " Light burden's heavy, if far borne ;"

Quoth I, " The main lost, cast the by away ;"

" Y'have spun a fair thread," he replies in scorn.

And having thus awhile each other thwarted.
Fools as we met, so fools again we parted.

MICHAEL DRAYTON.



THE FOUR GREAT GAMES.



101



AJAX.

[PINDAR, one of the greatest of Greek poets, born in
Thebes, about 520 B.C. In Pindar's day, the composer
of lyric poetry that is, songs composed also the music
and dances which generally accompanied them. The
music to which Pindar's verses were set having been
lost, the metre seems to us strange. For centuries, the
iron chair on which he sat while writing hymns to the
gods was shown at Delphi. When Thebes was taken
and leveled to the ground by command of Alexander the
Great, he gave strict orders that no harm should be done
to the house where Pindar had lived. He died when
eighty years old (440 B.C.)]

" 'Twasat the Island-Chieftain' s lordly feast

The high heroic summons came
Stood in the portal high a godlike guest.

No need to name his name
Who wore the lion's hide, and brindled mane,

With eager cheer, and welcome fain,

Great Telamon the guest to greet

Reached forth a bowl of nectar sweet,

A bowl all beauteous to behold
Foaming with wine, and rough with sculp-
tured gold,

And loudly bade the hero pour
The rich libation on the sacred floor.

His conquering hands he lifted high,
And called the Sire, the Ruler of the Sky.
' If ever from my lips, Paternal Jove,

Thou heardest vow in love,

Grant me, my chief, my dearest prayer !
Be born of Eriboea's womb a boy,

His noble father's noble heir,
And crown his happy lot with perfect joy 1

His be the unconquered arm in fight;

Might, like this lion's might,
In Nemea's vale which my first prowess slew ;
And as his might, his courage !' At the words.

Swooped from the sky the king of birds.
With keenest joy his father's will he knew.
Then spake lie in a prophet's solemn tone :

' The son thou cravest shalt be thine,
And be his noble name, my Telamon,

Called from yon bird divine.
Wide as the eagle's be his monarch-sway ;

Swoop he as eagle on his prey.' "

TRANSLATED BY THE BISHOP OF SALISBURY.



THE FOUR GREAT GAMES.

The special features in which the great
games differed from those of Olympia need
not detain us Ion,?. The Pythian contests
were held in the Plains of Crissa, under the
shadow of the towering crag of Delphi, the



centre or " navel" of earth, as Greek poets
described it. Here was the world-renowned
temple and oracle of Apollo, the especial
god of the Dorian race, and the patron of
music and the arts. This fact may serve to
explain the chief peculiarity of the Pythian
games, the musical and poetical contests,
which here accompanied the equestrian and
gymnastic competitions. A single ode of
Pindar's recalls this feature in the games of
Pytho, that in which he commemorates
the victory of the Agrigentine Midas, victor
in the competition of flute-players. Its
brevity renders it suitable for quotation, and
it introduces the remarkable legend of the
invention of the flute, suggested to Athene
(as tradition told) by the dying shrieks of
the Gorgon ! For the credit of the Greek
music, we must hope that the inventress
improved upon her model, or that Midas's
performance had not too slavishly repro-
duced it.

Pythian XII.

To Midas of Acragas, winner of the prize for flute
playing.

" I pray thee, Queen of splendour, city of peerless grace,
Persephone's home ; thou that on thy tower-clad hill
Dwellest, fair Queen, beside the streams of pastoral

Acragas !

Propitious greet, with favour of Heaven and man's good-
win,

The crown, at Pytho's festival that glorious Midas won ;
And welcome him, victorious in that fair art, of old
That Pallas found, when wailed the Gorgons bold,
And she to music wove their dismal moan.

Antistrophe.

For maiden-shrieks and hiss of horrible snakes she heard,

Forth flowing in plaintive strain with weary anguish
fraught ;

What time as Perseus did to death that siiter-triad's
third,

And ruiti to the hosts of Seriphos' island brought;

And blindness therewithal he poured on Flurciu' im-
mortal race;

And Polydectes rued the gift, the son of Danae gave

To him, perforce that made her wife and slave ;

When headless lay Medusa fair of face,

Strophe.

Slain by the hero, sprung, they gay, from a gold -n ruin!
But, when from his peril she had saved her champion

dear,
Maiden Athene fashioned then the flute with its varied

strain,
To echo back the wailing that smote upon Yier ear. As

clamorously forth from fell Euryale'g maw it came.



102



REYNARD AND BRUIN.



So found the goddess, and forthwith on mortal man
bestowed,

And named the strain her ' many-headed mode:' Me-
morial fair of each frequented game !

Antistrophe.

Through slender brass it flows ; through many a reeden

quill,
That grew by the Graces' town for choral dance renowned,

In nymph Cephisis' hallowed haunts ; true witness

of dancers' skill !
Ne'er, save by toiling, mortal aught of bliss hath found ;

But all that lacks, is one brief day, can Destiny's

power supply.
What fate ordains may none avoid : needs must a day

befall,

Of chances unforeseen, that maugre all
Man's scheming, part will grant and part deny !"

' 'Tis sung in ancient minstrelsy,

That Phoebus wont to wear
The leaves of any pleasant tree

Around his golden hair ;
Till Daphne, desperate with pursuit

Of his imperious love
At her own prayer transformed took root

A laurel in the grove.

Then did the Penitent adorn

His brow with laurel green;
And 'mid his bright locks, never shorn,

No meaner leaf was seen :
And poets sage, through every age,

About their temples wound
The bay ; and conquerors thanked the gods,

With laurel chaplets crowned."

PINDAR.



REYNARD THE FOX.

[This anonymous and remarkable poem of the Middle
Ages seems to have originated quite certainly iii Ger-
many, and in the 13th century, though no man has
ever discovered its author. The earliest printed edition
bears date 1498, at Lttbeck, of which only one copy is
known to exist. This is in the Low-German tongue,
and firm* the basis of all the numerous variations of
the fable which have since been printed in many lan-
guages. So great a critic as Thomas Carlyle says of
It:

"The story of Reineclce Fucht,or, to give it the origi-
nal Low-German name, Jteineke de Fo, is, more than
any other, a truly European performance: for some
centuries, a universal household possession and secular
Bible, read everywhere, in the palace and the hut; it
still interests us, moreover, by its intrinsic worth, being
on the whole the most poetical and meritorious produc-
tion of our Western world in that kind ; or perhaps el



the whole world, though in such matters, the West LM
generally yielded to, and learned from the East.

"Thus has our old Fable gathered strength as it
rolled on. Among the Germans it was long a house-
book and universal best-companion : it has been lec-
tured on in Universities, quoted in Imperial council-
halls; it lay on the toilet of princesses, and was
thumbed to pieces on the bench of the artisati ; we hear
of grave men ranking it only next to the Bible."

Keynard, like all cunning malefactors who get their
deserts, comes to be hanged in the last scene of the
IU. The German artist Kaulbach has lavished his
illustrative powers upon a marvellous series of designs
for Reynard the Fox, engraved for a sumptuous edition
of Goethe's version of the poem.

The following extracts are taken from Naylor's trans-
lation of Beynard the Fox.]



REYNARD AND BRUIN.

When Bruin crossed the castle yard,

And saw the gate was locked and barred ;

Feeling a little bit perplext,

He paused and pondered well "What next?'

" Good Reynard ! uncle mine! what ho !"

At length his phlegm found overflow

" Behold the royal message ! odds

My life ; the King hath sworn, by Gods !

That come ye not to court, to hear

The plaints against ye, and to clear

Yourself from stain, will not with me

Return in friendly custody,

To give and take the law its due,

Your obstinacy you shall rue.

Absent yourself, the forfeit's fixed :

The cord and wheel, with torture mixed ;

I rede ye lose no time, but come!"

Goodsooth, to this, albeit dumb,

Was Reynard no whit deaf as well,

But listened every syllable,

As close within ensconsed he lay.

Thinks he, " Could I the Bear repay

For all his growl about the law,

'T would not so vastly choke my maw.

I'll con the matter through and through "

This said, deep in his den withdrew.

Crammed full was Malepartus' sides

Of crevice-chinks, and panel-slides ;

With many a sharp and narrow winding,

And passages for exit finding,

Which he, when he would lie secure,

With locks and bolts made doubly sure.

Whene'er with booty he returned,

Or, when some lurking foeman burned

A recent injury to repay,

Here found he safe retreat alway.

Here many an unsuspecting beast

Walked in, and served his bloody feast.



REYNARD AND BRUIN.



103



When Reynard Bruin's message heard,

And weighed its import, word by word,

He felt in no particular haste

To take for granted all that past ;

Suspected treachery behind,

And listened long, some clew to find,

If Bruin came alone ? which when

He ascertained, he left his den,

And with the Bear held converse then.

" ' T is Bruin sure ! welcome at once !

I crave your pardon for the nonce.

At vespers was I, when ye knocked,

And must apologize I'm shocked

Welcome ! thrice welcome to my tent !

Small thanks to him, I ween, who sent

A gentleman of your degree

To take so long a journey see!

Dear coz ! you're tired, and panting hot :

Our lord the King hath he (God wot!)

Not one in all his territory

But 't is yourself must take such very

Long errands? 'pon my life ! small thank!

One, too, of your exalted rank !

The first in consequence at Court,

As foremost in the public thought !

Whose weight and influence with the King

I'd count on as a priceless thing!

In sooth, had you not come, I meant

At Court my poor self to present

This morrow, which I'm quite denied

My wish, perforce, must lay aside

In short, my stomach's out of sorts,

My diet's meagre, nor comports

With my accustomed ways The question

Is ref rable to indigestion."

Then Bruin, with commiserate look :

" Of what the food which you partook ?"

Quoth Reynard, " 'T is a dish, my dear,

Which you will heed not, when you hear.

Indifferent has been my fare

Of late in truth, the poor man's share.

Often my Dame and I, at home

Eat rav'nously of honeycomb :

For lack of more substantial food,

We bolt down this, and call it good.

Forced thus against my will to swallow,

Sans appetite, what else should follow,

But colic, bile, dyspepsia ? Why,

I'd never budge a foot, not I,

For all the honey in an apiary !"

Then thus the Bear, with ears erect,

(" What's this? His stomach doth reject

The honeycomb divine ! Gadzooks !

I smell it in his savory looks !

I'd walk the world, o'er dale and hill,

Could I of honey get my fill ! )

Beseech you, help me to the treasure !

Thenceforward I' m &t your good pleasure."



" Ye jest, friend Bruin !" Reynard cried.

" By heaven ! I jest not !" he replied ;

" I never jest !" (that was not needed

The Fox, the cunning rogue, proceeded)

" In earnest, quotha ? You shall see

If I spake aught but verity.

From hence above scarce half a mile

There lives a peasant Rustyfile

lie's got the honey ! hive on hive !

Enough for all the Bears alive !"

Bruin was out of bounds at this ;



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