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The French Privateer engaging the Cutter
The Arrival of the Privateer at Lanion
Tailpiece - French Soldier, &c. ....
The Prison
Jack a Prisoner
The Escape ...
Wreck of the Galley
The Rescue
Bessy in Bed
Tailpiece — Vessel in Gale
The Euphrosyne in the Downs
Sir J. O'Connor and Tom .......
Sir J. O'Connor and Mrs. St. Felix ...
Tailpiece — Boat on Beach .......
Tom beating down the Frenchmen ...
The Prize at Sheerness
Deal Beach ..

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POOR JACK.

You hav ’n't got never a copper for Poor Jack, your honour?”

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IN WAICH, LIKE MOST PEOPLE WHO TELL THEIR OWN STORIES, I BEGIN

WITH THE HISTORIES OF OTHER PEOPLE,

of our

I
HAVE every reason to believe that I was born in the

year Lord 1786, for more than once I put the question to my father, and he invariably made the same reply : “Why, Jack, you were launched a few months before the Druids were turned over to the Melpomene." I have since ascertained that this remarkable event occurred in January 1787. But my father always reckoned in this way: if you asked him when such an event took place, he would reply, so many years or months after such a naval engagement or remarkable occurrence; as, for instance, when I one day inquired how many years he had served the king, he responded, “I came into the sarvice a little afore the battle of Bunker's Hill, in which

we licked the Americans clean out of Boston."* As for Anno Domini, he had no notion of it whatever

Who my grandfather was, I cannot inform the reader, nor is it, perhaps, of much consequence. My father was a man who invariably looked forward, and hated anything like retrospection : he never mentioned either his father or his mother; perhaps he was not personally acquainted with them. All I could collect from him at intervals was, that he served in a collier from South Shields, and that a few months after his apprenticeship was out, he found himself one fine morning on board of a man-of-war, having been picked up in a state of unconsciousness, and hoisted up the side without his knowledge or consent. Some people may infer from this, that he was at the time tipsy; he never told me so; all he said was, “Why, Jack, the fact is when they picked me up, I was quite altogether non pompus.I also collected at various times the following facts,--that he was put into the mizen-top, and served three years in the West Indies ; that he was transferred to the main-top, and served five years in the Mediterranean ; that he was made captain of the foretop, and sailed six years in the East Indies; and, at last, was rated captain's coxswain in the Druid frigate, attached to the Channel fleet cruising during the peace. Having thus condensed the genealogical and chronological part of this history, I now come to a portion of it in which it will be necessary that I should enter more into detail.

The frigate in which my father eventually served as captain's coxswain was commanded by a Sir Hercules Hawkingtrefylyan, Baronet. He was very poor and very proud, for baronets were not so common in those days. He was a very large man, standing six feet high, and with what is termed a considerable bow-window in front; but at the same time portly in his carriage. He wore his hair well powdered, exacted the utmost degree of ceremony and respect, and considered that even speaking to one of his officers was paying them a very high compliment: as for being asked to his table, there were but few who could boast of having had that

I have since heard a different version of the result of this battle.

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