Part 60 (1/2)
”Well, then,” replied Littlebrain, ”you've no objection to _half-and-half_?”
”None in the world; that's quite another thing, and has nothing to do with the wind.”
”It has, though,” thought Jack, ”for it gets a man in the wind; but I wo'n't tell her so; and,” continued he, ”you don't mind a raw nip, do you?”
”No--I care for nothing except a Nor-wester.”
”I'll never call for one again,” replied Jack; ”it is but making my grog a little stronger; in future it shall be _half-and-half_.”
”That's a dear!--now I'm off, don't forget me;” and away went the wind in a great hurry.
It was about three months after this short visit, the fleet being off Corsica, that our hero was walking the deck, thinking that he soon should see the object of his affections, when a privateer brig was discovered at anchor a few miles from Bastia. The signal was made for the boats of the fleet to cut her out, and the Admiral, wis.h.i.+ng that his nephew should distinguish himself somehow, gave him the command of one of the finest boats. Now Jack was as brave as brave could be; he did not know what danger was; he hadn't wit enough to perceive it, and there was no doubt but he would distinguish himself. The boats went on the service. Jack was the very first on board, cheering his men as he darted into the closed ranks of his opponents. Whether it was that he did not think that his head was worth defending, or that he was too busy in breaking the heads of others to look after his own; this is certain, that a tomahawk descended upon it with such force as to bury itself in his skull (and his was a thick skull, too). The privateer's men were overpowered by numbers, and then our hero was discovered, under a pile of bodies, still breathing heavily. He was hoisted on board, and taken into his uncle's cabin: the surgeon shook his head when he had examined that of our hero.
”It must have been a most tremendous blow,” said he to the Admiral, ”to have penetrated----”
”It must have been, indeed,” replied the Admiral, as the tears rolled down his cheeks; for he loved his nephew.
The surgeon having done all that his art would enable him, left the cabin to attend to the others who were hurt; the Admiral also went on the quarter-deck, walking to and fro for an hour in a melancholy mood.
He returned to the cabin, and bent over his nephew; Jack opened his eyes.
”My dear fellow,” said the Admiral, ”how's your head now?”
”_S.W. and by W. 3/4 W._,” faintly exclaimed our hero, constant in death, as he turned a little on one side and expired.
It was three days afterwards, as the fleet were on a wind, making for Malta, that the bell of the s.h.i.+p tolled, and a body, sewed up in a hammock and covered with the Union Jack, was carried to the gangway by the Admiral's bargemen. It had been a dull cloudy day, with little wind; the hands were turned up, the officers and men stood uncovered; the Admiral in advance with his arms folded, as the chaplain read the funeral service over the body of our hero,--and as the service proceeded, the sails flapped, for the wind had s.h.i.+fted a little; a motion was made, by the hand of the officer of the watch, to the man at the helm to let the s.h.i.+p go off the wind, that the service might not be disturbed, and a mizzling soft rain descended. The wind had s.h.i.+fted to our hero's much loved _point_, his fond mistress had come to mourn over the loss of her dearest, and the rain that descended were the tears which she shed at the death of her handsome but not over-gifted lover.
The Sky-blue Domino
It was a fine autumnal evening; I had been walking with a friend until dusk on the Piazza Grande, or princ.i.p.al square in the town of Lucca. We had been conversing of England, our own country, from which I had then banished myself for nearly four years, having taken up my residence in Italy to fortify a weak const.i.tution, and having remained there long after it was requisite for my health from an attachment to its pure sky, and the _dolce far niente_ which so wins upon you in that luxurious climate. We had communicated to each other the contents of our respective letters arrived by the last mail; had talked over politics, great men, acquaintances, friends, and kindred; and, tired of conversation, had both sank into a pleasing reverie as we watched the stars twinkling above us, when my friend rose hastily and bid me good-night.
”Where are you going, Alfred?” inquired I.
”I had nearly forgetten I had an appointment this evening. I promised to meet somebody at the Marquesa di Cesto's masquerade.”
”Pshaw! are you not tired of these things?” replied I; ”that eternal round of black masks and dominos of all colours; heavy harlequins, fools and clowns by nature wearing their proper dresses there, and only in masquerade when out of it; nuns who have no holiness in their ideas, friars without a spice of religion, ugly Venuses, Dianas without chast.i.ty, and Hebes as old as your grandmother.”
”All very true, Herbert, and life itself is masquerade enough; but the fact is, that I have made an appointment: it is of importance, and I must not fail.”
”Well, I wish you more amus.e.m.e.nt than I have generally extracted from these burlesque meetings,” replied I. ”Adieu, and may you be successful!” And Albert hastened away.
I remained another half hour reclining on the bench, and then returned to my lodgings. My servant Antonio lighted the candle and withdrew. On the table lay a note; it was an invitation from the Marquesa. I threw it on one side and took up a book, one that required reflection and deep examination; but the rattling of the wheels of the carriages as they whirled along past my window would not permit me to command my attention. I threw down the book; and taking a chair at the window, watched the carriages full of masks as they rolled past, apparently so eager in the pursuit of pleasure. I was in a cynical humour. What fools, thought I, and yet what numbers will be there; there will be an immense crowd; and what can be the a.s.signation which Albert said was of such consequence? Such was my reflection for the next ten minutes, during which at least fifty carriages and other vehicles had pa.s.sed in review before me.
And then I thought of the princely fortune of the Marquesa, the splendid palazzo at which the masquerade was given, and the brilliant scene which would take place.
”The Grand Duke is to be there, and everybody of distinction in Lucca. I have a great mind to go myself.”
A few minutes more elapsed. I felt that I was lonely, and I made up my mind that I would go. I turned from the window and rang the bell.