Jacob Faithful . nt put in another here, shellnever swim. Well, then, put another piece in, replied Mrs. Beazeley. Yes, so I will; but, Ive a notion I shall be out of pocketby the job—ys. 6d. wont pay for labour and all. However,never mind, and Tom carolled forth Is not the sea, Made for the free,Land for courts and chains alone ! There we are slaves, But on the wavesLove and libertys all our own. *Now, if you do sing, sing truth, Beazeley, said the oldwoman. Ant our boy pressed into the service—and howcan you talk of liberty ? Old Tom answered by continuing his song: No eye to watch, and no t
Jacob Faithful . nt put in another here, shellnever swim. Well, then, put another piece in, replied Mrs. Beazeley. Yes, so I will; but, Ive a notion I shall be out of pocketby the job—ys. 6d. wont pay for labour and all. However,never mind, and Tom carolled forth Is not the sea, Made for the free,Land for courts and chains alone ! There we are slaves, But on the wavesLove and libertys all our own. *Now, if you do sing, sing truth, Beazeley, said the oldwoman. Ant our boy pressed into the service—and howcan you talk of liberty ? Old Tom answered by continuing his song: No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us,All earth forgot and all heaven around us. *Yes, yes, replied the old woman, no eye to watch,indeed ; he may be in sickness and in sorrow—he may bewounded, or dying of a fever,—and theres no mothers eye towatch over him. As to all on earth being forgot, I wontbelieve that Tom has forgotten his Tom replied, Seasons may roll,But the true soulBurns the same wherever it goes.* 361. / over/teard the 1895 by Macmillan &• Co. JACOB FAITHFUL So it does, Tom, so it does, and hes thinking this momentof his father and mother, I do verily believe, and he loves usmore than ever. So I believe, replied old Tom, that is, if he hasnt any-thing better to do ; but theres a time for all things, and whena man is doing his duty as a seaman, he mustnt let histhoughts wander. Never fear, old woman, hell be back again. Theres a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft,To take care of the life of poor Jack. God grant it, God grant it! replied the old woman,wiping her eyes with her apron, and then resuming hernetting. He seems, continued she, by his letters, to beoverfond of that girl, Mary Stapleton, and I sometimes thinkthat she cares not a little for him, but shes never of one mindlong. I didnt like to see her flaunting and flirting so withthe soldiers, and at the same time Tom says that she writesthat she cares for nobody but him. Women are
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