"We, who are so much shut up in our ships, have a poverty of ideas on most subjects; and as to always talking of the winds and waves, that would fatigue even a poet." "As a sailor's daughter, I honour my father's calling, sir; and as an English girl, I venerate the brave defenders of the island.

Nor do I know that seamen have less to say, than other men." "I am glad to hear you confess this, for--shall I be frank with you, and take a liberty that would better become a friend of a dozen years, than an acquaintance of a day;--and, yet, I know not why it is so, my dear child, but I feel as if I had long known you, though I am certain we never met before." "Perhaps, sir, it is an omen that we are long to know each other, in future," said Mildred, with the winning confidence of unsuspecting and innocent girlhood.

"I hope you will use no reserve." "Well, then, at the risk of making a sad blunder, I will just say, that 'my nephew Tom' is any thing but a prepossessing youth; and that I hope all eyes regard him exactly as he appears to a sailor of fifty-five." "I cannot answer for more than those of a girl of nineteen, Admiral Bluewater," said Mildred, laughing; "but, for her, I think I may say that she does not look on him as either an Adonis, or a Crichton." "Upon my soul! I am right glad to hear this, for the fellow has accidental advantages enough to render him formidable.

He is the heir to the baronetcy, and this estate, I believe ?" "I presume he is.

Sir Wycherly has no other nephew--or at least this is the eldest of three brothers, I am told--and, being childless himself, it _must_ be so.