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his long grey locks were swept by the wind, which, indeed, carried away his voice, so that it was with difficulty that I could hear what he said.

“ Second Edition. Glorious news ! We have the felicity to inform our readers, that, by despatches received at the Admiralty this day, a splendid naval victory has been gained over the French fleet lying in Aboukir Bay, by Rear-Admiral Sir Horatio Nelson and the gallant seamen under his command. We refer our readers to the despatch of Sir Horatio Nelson for the details: we Lave only to say, in few words, that the French fleet of thirteen sail of the line and four frigates were, on the 1st of August last, when lying at anchor in Aboukir Bay, attacked by the English fleet of twelve sail of the line and one fifty-gun ship, and after a severe action, eleven sail of the line and two frigates belonging to the French were taken or burnt. The loss on our side amounts to two hundred and eighteen killed, and six hundred and seventy-seven wounded."

“Hurrah ! three cheers, my lads, cried Anderson, dropping the band which held the newspaper, and raising the other with his hat in it above his head. The three hearty cheers were given by the crowd which had now assembled; and then Ben said to me,

“ You see, Jack, there's a lot of killed and wounded; so now, perhaps, you will hear something about your father.”

By this time I had been pushed back, first by one, and then by another, until I was a long way off from where Anderson stood.

“I can't hear a word that Peter says,” replied I to Ben.

“No, because the wind's so high; and I myself am a little hard of hearing out of doors; suppose we go now, and by-and-by you shall get the paper from Anderson, and read it all over to me.”

“Come away, Ben,” replied I, impatiently, “I've got a shilling, and I'll buy one."

We left the hill, and went down into the town, directing our course to where we heard the horns blowing. I had not, however, to go to such an extraordinary expense, as "a full and particular account” had been struck off for twopence: one of these I purchased, and then Ben and I sat down on the bench outside of a public-house, and I commenced reading.

“How good that porter looks!" observed Ben, after a pause, as he eyed a man near to him, who was blowing off the froth from the top of the pot be held in his hand.

“Well, Ben, as I have bought the account of the battle for twopence, suppose I spend the rest of the money I intended to pay for it in a pot of porter, to drink the health of Nelson ?"

“Ay, my boy, and of those who fought with him,” replied Ben; "your own father, Jack, whether he be dead or alive.”

I sighed at the idea of my father being dead; for I had a great regard for him, although I had not seen much of him. The porter was brought; and, after we had both drunk, I recommenced reading. Having concluded Admiral Nelson's despatch, and the list of the ships taken, we then came to the loss in killed and wounded on board of the respective English

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“Vanguard-thirty killed, seventy-five wounded total, a hundred and five."

“Yes, Jack, that was Nelson's own ship; and he is always to be found where the shot fly thickest.”

Bellerophon-forty-nine killed, a hundred and forty-eight wounded; total, a hundred and ninetyscven.”

“ Well ! she was in the thick of it, any how," observed Ben.

“ Majestic—fifty killed, a hundred and forty-three wounded; total, a hundred and ninety-three.”

“Why, she and the Bellyruffron seem to have pretty well shared and shared alike. You see, Jack, they led into the action, and had all the cream of the fire."

I went on reading and Ben remarking, until I came to the Audacious.

“Audacious-one killed, and thirty-five wounded; total, thirty-six.”

“ Well now, Jack, that's all in favour of your father being alive; 'cause why should he be the one killed, more than any one else? I'd bet two pots of beer that he's among the wounded—but it's impossible to say; for you see, Jack, although they give us the names of the officers killed and wounded, they always lump the petty officers and common seamen. Well ! here's to your father's health, Jack, anyhow-we shall soon hear something about him.”

“I hope so," replied I, folding up the paper.

“And now, Jack,” continued Ben, handing me the pot, “ don't you feel how proud a thing it is to know how to read. Here I am, you see, old enough almost to be your grandfather, and don't I look like a helpless babby beside you ;--you can inform me of what is going on, but I cannot help myself. Don't I feel, as I sit here, as if you were the man, and I were the boy; indeed I do, Jack, and no mistake ;-but, arter all, there was no one to blame in my case; that's some comfort.”

I certainly did acknowledge to myself how much I had gained by the tuition of Peter Anderson, and what advantage it was to me that I had been instructed; and I could not help, for a moment, feeling that I had the advantage over my good friend Ben.

According to the usual custom on the occasion of a great victory, the pensioners had, on the following day, what was called a holiday; that is, a day of rejoicing, on which they were supplied with an extra quantity of beer, to make merry with. On these occasions, the rules of the Hospital, with respect to sobriety, are, of course, not strictly observed. Most of those who prefer smoking collect in what is called the smoking room, where they sit and enjoy themselves; but very often, as there is so much noise on these occasions, those who belong to the same ward collect together, club for some spirits to add to their extra allowance, and sit by the fire, which is in the corridor of the ward. The fireplace is generally a very large one, and surrounded by benches with high backs, to serve as screens against the cold and wind; and, as there aro tables inside, you are very snug and comfortable. On this occasion, many of the Warriors' Ward, of which Anderson was boatswain, and Ben one of the boatswain's mates, had repaired to their own fire, for it was now October, and very chilly after the sun weni down.

Ben, I suppose, in return for the pot of porter which I had given him, invited me to be of the party; they drank the health of Nelson, and talked about the different ships which were in the action. Some drank very fast, and then recled off to their beds, which were close at hand; others were taken to bed by Peter Anderson and Ben; and, at last, there were but four or five left. One of these was the other boatswain's mate of the ward; I knew very little of him at that time, except that his name was James Turner. He was a very quiet, well-behaved man, and seemed to be more fond of sitting or walking alone than of being in company; never was known to drink too much; and, indeed, as boatswain's mate, was more relied upon by Anderson than even Ben was-although, perhaps, Ben was his more constant companion. The conversation relative to the particulars of the battle of the Nile was resumed; and Anderson observed,

“What an awful sight it must have been to behold the blowing up of the L'Orient French three-decker, with upwards of a thousand men on board ! Merciful Heaven ! so many poor fellows launched into eternity in one moment! They say there were but seventythree saved.”

“ There were nearly as many souls lost when the Royal George went down at Spithead, with all the fleet at anchor round about her,” replied Ben;

were there not, Turner, for you were on board of her ?"

"Yes, I should think there were," replied Tu

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