This lofty contempt on the part of the seafaring men had been enhanced by Nelson, and throve with stoutest vigour in the enlightened breasts of Springhaven.
Yet military men thought otherwise, and so did the owners of crops and ricks, and so did the dealers in bacon and eggs and crockery, and even hardware.

Mr.Cheeseman, for instance, who left nothing unsold that he could turn a penny by, was anything but easy in his mind, and dreamed such dreams as he could not impart to his wife--on account of her tendency to hysterics--but told with much power to his daughter Polly, now the recognised belle of Springhaven.

This vigilant grocer and butterman, tea, coffee, tobacco, and snuffman, hosier also, and general provider for the outer as well as the inner man, had much of that enterprise in his nature which the country believes to come from London.
His possession of this was ascribed by all persons of a thoughtful turn to his ownership of that well-built schooner the London Trader.

Sailing as she did, when the weather was fine, nearly every other week, for London, and returning with equal frequency, to the women who had never been ten miles from home she was a mystery and a watchword.

Not one of them would allow lad of hers to join this romantic galleon, and tempt the black cloud of the distance; neither did Mr.Cheeseman yearn (for reasons of his own about city prices) to navigate this good ship with natives.