. Recollections of a sea wanderer's life; an autobiography of an old-time seaman who has sailed in almost every capacity before and abaft the mast, in nearly every quarter of the globe, and under the flags of four of the principal maritime nations. tly. She has given me two copies ofherself, daughters, who stowed all her good qualities with-out mixing any of my crudeness. One of them sailed awayover the unknown sea a few years since, but the other re-mains, and is the sunshine of my decliningyears. Her little George (seven) is mymiddy, and I hope will continue my namelong after my old hulk has
. Recollections of a sea wanderer's life; an autobiography of an old-time seaman who has sailed in almost every capacity before and abaft the mast, in nearly every quarter of the globe, and under the flags of four of the principal maritime nations. tly. She has given me two copies ofherself, daughters, who stowed all her good qualities with-out mixing any of my crudeness. One of them sailed awayover the unknown sea a few years since, but the other re-mains, and is the sunshine of my decliningyears. Her little George (seven) is mymiddy, and I hope will continue my namelong after my old hulk has gone to little girl (eleven years) left us sud-denly, almost without warning, this summer,and went up aloft, where we can at presentonly know her in our silent moments. Onecan do no more than wonder at the mys-tery of life, and vainly ask why is it that Iam spared by time when such younglife is ended ? All we can say is, withthe poet Wordsworth : Thus Nature spake—the work was done—How soon my Lucys race was run !She died, and left to meThis home, this calm and quiet scene,The memory of what has been,And never more will be. There is one morewhom I must notforget. He wasbrought to me by mysurviving daughter,and will remain, I. MY FIRST MATE. 386 MY BROTHERS. fondly hope or ner sake, to be her protector when I amcalled to do duty elsewhere. He is one of Natures noble-men. Strong in body and mind, quiet, conscious of hispower, and kind-hearted as ever was formed. Sometimesmy old sailor notions lead me to criticise his, as it seems tome, boyish ways, as I have in the matter of dancing at ballsand parties, when he calmly listens to what I say, or shout,as it may be, for in a storm a sailor must shout to be heard,and he answers not. He is wiser in his day than I in mine,and I am glad of it. But I must not tire you by imposingmore of my private affairs on your kind indulgence. I have spoken of myself as a Sea Wanderer, and cor-rectly so, for I am of a family of wandere
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