Part 29 (2/2)
In about an hour more the gale increased, and O'Brien went down again.
”It blows much harder, Captain Horton.”
”Very well,” answered Captain Horton, turning in his cot; ”you may call me again when it _blows harder_.”
At about six bells the gale was at its height, and the wind roared in its fury. Down went O'Brien again. ”It blows tremendous hard now, Captain Horton.”
”Well, well, if the weather becomes worse--”
”It can't be worse,” interrupted O'Brien; ”it's impossible to blow harder.”
”Indeed! Well, then,” replied the captain, ”let me know when _it lulls_.”
In the morning watch a similar circ.u.mstance took place. Mr Phillott, went down, and said that several of the convoy were out of sight astern.
”Shall we heave-to, Captain Horton?”
”O no,” replied he, ”she will be so uneasy. Let me know if you lose sight of any more.”
In another hour, the first lieutenant reported that ”there were very few to be seen.”
”Very well, Mr Phillott,” replied the captain, turning round to sleep; ”let me know if you lose any more.”
Some time elapsed, and the first lieutenant reported that ”they were all out of sight.”
”Very well, then,” said the captain; ”call me when you see them again.”
This was not very likely to take place, as we were going twelve knots an hour, and running away from them as fast as we could, so the captain remained undisturbed until he thought proper to get up to breakfast.
Indeed, we never saw any more of our convoy, but taking the gale with us, in fifteen days anch.o.r.ed in Plymouth Sound. The orders came down for the frigate to be paid off, all standing, and re-commissioned. I received letters from my father, in which he congratulated me at my name being mentioned in Captain Kearney's despatches, and requested me to come home as soon as I could. The admiral allowed my name to be put down on the books of the guard-s.h.i.+p, that I might not lose my time, and then gave me two month's leave of absence. I bade farewell to my s.h.i.+pmates, shook hands with O'Brien, who proposed to go over to Ireland previous to his applying for another s.h.i.+p, and, with my pay in my pocket, set off in the Plymouth mail, and in three days was once more in the arms of my affectionate mother, and warmly greeted by my father, and the remainder of my family.
Once more with my family, I must acquaint the reader with what had occurred since my departure. My eldest sister, Lucy, had married an officer in the army, a Captain Fielding, and his regiment having been ordered out to India, had accompanied her husband, and letters had been received just before my return, announcing their safe arrival at Ceylon.
My second sister, Mary, had also been engaged to be married, and from her infancy was of extremely delicate health. She was very handsome, and much admired. Her intended husband was a baronet of good family; but unfortunately she caught a cold at the a.s.size ball, and went off in a decline. She died about two months before my arrival, and the family were in deep mourning. My third sister, Ellen, was still unmarried; she, also, was a very beautiful girl, and now seventeen. My mother's const.i.tution was much shaken by the loss of my sister Mary, and the separation from her eldest child. As for my father, even the loss of his daughter appeared to be wholly forgotten in the unwelcome intelligence which he had received, that my uncle's wife had been delivered of a _son_, which threw him out of the antic.i.p.ated t.i.tles and estates of my grandfather. It was indeed a house of mourning. My mother's grief I respected, and tried all I could to console her; that of my father was so evidently worldly, and so at variance with his clerical profession, that I must acknowledge I felt more of anger at it than sorrow. He had become morose and sullen, harsh to those around him, and not so kind to my mother as her state of mind and health made it his duty to be, even if inclination were wanted. He seldom pa.s.sed any portion of the day with her, and in the evening she went to bed very early so that there was little communication between them. My sister was a great consolation to her, and so I hope was I; she often said so, as she embraced me, and the tears rolled down her cheeks, and I could not help surmising that those tears were doubled from the coolness and indifference, if not unkindness, with which my father behaved to her.
As for my sister, she was an angel; and as I witnessed her considerate attentions to my mother, and the total forgetfulness of self which she displayed (so different from my father, who was all self), I often thought what a treasure she would prove to any man who was fortunate enough to win her love. Such was the state of my family when I returned to it.
I had been at home about a week, when one evening, after dinner, I submitted to my father the propriety of trying to obtain my promotion.
”I can do nothing for you, Peter; I have no interest whatever,” replied he moodily.
”I do not think that much is required, sir,” replied I; ”my time will be served on the 20th of next month. If I pa.s.s, which I trust I shall be able to do, my name having been mentioned in the public despatches will render it a point of no very great difficulty to obtain my commission at the request of my grandfather.”
”Yes, your grandfather might succeed, I have no doubt: but I think you have little chance now in that quarter. My brother has a son, and we are thrown out. You are not aware, Peter, how selfish people are, and how little they will exert themselves for their relations. Your grandfather has never invited me, since the announcement of my brother's increase to his family. Indeed, I have never been near him, for I know that it is of no use.”
”I must think otherwise of Lord Privilege, my dear father, until your opinion is confirmed by his own conduct. That I am not so much an object of interest I grant; but still he was very kind, and appeared to be partial to me.”
”Well, well, you can try all you can; but you'll soon see of what stuff this world is made; I am sure I hope it will be so, for what is to become of you children if I die, I do not know;--I have saved little or nothing. And now all my prospects are blasted by this--” and my father dashed his fist upon the table in a manner by no means clerical, and with a look very unworthy of an apostle.
I am sorry that I must thus speak of my father, but I must not disguise the truth. Still, I must say, there was much in extenuation of his conduct. He had always a dislike to the profession of the church: his ambition, as a young man, had been to enter the army; for which service he was much better qualified; but, as it has been the custom for centuries to entail all the property of the aristocracy upon the eldest son, and leave the other brothers to be supported by the state, or rather by the people, who are taxed for their provision, my father was not permitted to follow the bent of his own inclination. An elder brother had already selected the army as his profession, and it was therefore decided that my father should enter the church: and thus it is that we have had, and still have, so many people in that profession, who are not only totally unfit for, but who actually disgrace their calling.
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