Oh, sir! I cannot bear to think of it! I was fifth luff when the fight began, and now there is only one left above me, and he is in command of our biggest prize, the Ville d'Anvers.

But, Admiral, here you will find it all, as I wrote it, from the lips, when they tied up the fingers, of Captain Honyman." "How could you tie them up when they were gone ?" Captain Stubbard enquired, with a sneer at such a youth.

He had got on very slowly in his early days, and could not bear to see a young man with such vacancies before him.

"Why, you are the luckiest lad I ever saw! Sure to go up at least three steps.

How well you must have kept out of it! And how happy you must feel, Lieutenant Scudamore!" "I am not at all happy at losing dear friends," the young man answered, gently, as he turned away and patted the breech of a gun, upon which there was a little rust next day; "that feeling comes later in life, I suppose." The Admiral was not attending to them now, but absorbed in the brief account of the conflict, begun by Captain Honyman in his own handwriting, and finished by his voice, but not his pen.