. Dream days . e water, and bristling with guns ; the jollyRoger flapping overhead, and myself for solecommander. By and by, as usually happened, anEast Indiaman would come sailing along full ofrelations—not a necessary relation would be miss-ing. And the crew should walk the plank, and thecaptain should dance from his own yard-arm, andthen I would take the passengers in hand—thatmiserable group of well-known figures coweringon the quarter-deck !—and then—and then thesame old performance : the air thick with mag-nanimity. In all the repertory of heroes, none ismore truly magnanimous than your
. Dream days . e water, and bristling with guns ; the jollyRoger flapping overhead, and myself for solecommander. By and by, as usually happened, anEast Indiaman would come sailing along full ofrelations—not a necessary relation would be miss-ing. And the crew should walk the plank, and thecaptain should dance from his own yard-arm, andthen I would take the passengers in hand—thatmiserable group of well-known figures coweringon the quarter-deck !—and then—and then thesame old performance : the air thick with mag-nanimity. In all the repertory of heroes, none ismore truly magnanimous than your pirate chief. When at last I brought myself back from thefuture to the actual present, I found that thesedelectable visions had helped me over a longerstretch of road than I hadimagined ; and I lookedaround and took my bear-ings. To the right of mewas a long low building ofgrey stone, new, and yet notsmugly so ; new, and yet pos-sessing distinction, markedwith a character that didnot depend on lichen or. DIES IRi^ 29 on crumbling semieffacement of moulding andmullion. Strangers might have been puzzledto classify it ; to me, an explorer from earliestyears, the place was familiar enough. Mostfolk called it The Settlement ; others,with quite sufficient conciseness for our neigh-bourhood, spoke of them there fellows upby Hallidays ; others again, with a hint ofderision, named them the monks. This lasttitle I supposed to be intended for satire, andknew to be fatuously wrong. I was thoroughlyacquainted with monks—in books—^and well knewthe cut of their long frocks, their shaven polls,and their fascinating big dogs, with brandy-bottles round their necks, incessantly hauHnghappy travellers out of the snow. The only dogat the settlement was an Irish terrier, and the goodfellows who owned him, and were owned by him,in common, wore clothes of the most nondescriptorder, and mostly cultivated side-whiskers. I hadwandered up there one day, searching (as usual)for something I neve
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