The Merry Past 



produced lock-jaw. Bartleman sleeps in Yarmouth 

 churchyard. 



At Yarmouth is the monument raised by the men 

 of Norfolk to the memory of their immortal Nelson, 

 at the foot of which for years, in a little oaken cabin, 

 lived one of the tars of the '' Victory," who had seen 

 his admiral die. This man eked out a livelihood by 

 keeping the steps clean, and doing little services for 

 visitors. 



The whole conditions of life at sea in old days 

 produced a class of officers and men who were so 

 constantly inured to danger and adventure of every 

 kind that nothing moved them. When Lord Howe, 

 who was very remarkable for his presence of mind, 

 was captain of the " Magnanim.e," during a cruise on 

 the coast of France, a heavy gale obliged him to 

 anchor, and depend solely on his ground-tackle. It 

 was on a lee shore, and the night was extremely dark 

 and tempestuous. Captain Howe, at this time laid 

 up with gout, was reading in his cabin, when, on a 

 sudden, the lieutenant of the watch came in, with a 

 countenance fraught with alarm, and said he was 

 sorry to inform him that the anchors came home. 

 " They are much in the right of it," coolly replied the 

 captain. " I don't know who could stay out such a 

 night as this." 



The Honourable George Dundas, of Upleatham, in 

 Yorkshire, once commanded a ninety-gun ship, when 

 she took fire and blew up. He remained on board the 

 last man, when, finding the fire so hot that he could 

 stand it no longer, he took his knife out of his pocket, 



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