lity may take it into their heads to give you command of a flying squadron ?"

"My flying days are all over now, Thomas—though no one, thank God, can ever say, I fled from an enemy

-But I must now prepare for another flight.”

“I hope not, Sir : you may depend you 're better at home.”

Crank here muttered something indistinctly, about his long home, as he proceeded

"Yes, yes, I feel it fast coming on-coming up with me, hand over hand. But I'm not afraid, Thomas-I can meet it like a man-we must all, in our turn, be put out of commissioni—No, no, there's no use in mincing the matter—we must at once prepare for paying off—so go, and make out a good pen for yourself, and see if you can't fill up the blanks in that parchment," added the feeble old man, pointing to the will, which lay on the table by the side of his cot.

Thomas, who, we before observed, had so high a veneration for his master, that, without permission from head-quarters, he had, during their sojourn at Cheltenham, raised him to the envied rank of admiral, now might have felt hijnself proportionably flattered by his own promotion to the post of admiral's secretary; had he not felt a misgiving in his mind as to his competency to fulfil, under that character, the superadded duty of proctor. He stood in a posture betokening thoughtfulness and hesitation. His shoulders were shrugged up nearly to his ears, and his eye wistfully explored the relaxed sallow features of the sick man, as if to ascertain whether he was in earnest. He was soon convinced of the steadiness of the old gentleman's resolve, who, with an air of impatience, again commanded him to take his pen and comply with his injunctions. In compliance with the mandate of a man whose authority be rarely dared to dispute, however diffident he was as to the result, he drew a chair, and reluctantly sat down to work.

The reading and filling up the blank spaces in the will were attended with some discussion : a business which might be denominated mere plain-sailing compared with the difficulties they jointly experienced in concocting the codicil


To save repetition, we shall not trouble the reader, but present to his eye, in the Italics which follow, the actual autograph of the intelligent scribe's polished pen.

“ Now, Thomas,” said Crank, “ you must first write at the bottom-] bereby add this codicil.' »

6. This what, Sir ?”' interrogated Tiller. - Co-di-cil,” said Crank, syllabically.

“I axes your pardon, Sir-I doesn't think I can come that ere ;--for you see it 's unpossible to spell properly when a body 's a bad pen.'

Oh, never mind, Thomas.-It's no time to be nice now.--Come as near the mark as you can."

Consoled at this hint, the secretary took fresh courage, and proceeded to indite as his master thus slowly dictated.

" To Thomas Tiller my old coxon and faithful servant, who lost an i--"eye) 6. Must that be in, Sir ?” asked Tiller.

Why, yes, Thomas, -I don't see we can well leave it out. It would spoil what I have in my head,” said Crank, endeavouring to remove Tiller's reluctance to have his misfortune recorded in a document of this nature.

Very well, Sir, as you please"Lost ani in his Magistees sarvis, and a master in won of his most devout officers--"

Here Thomas gave indisputable indications of feelings, which, however highly honourable to himself, excessively surprised his master, who exclaimed

“Why, Thomas !--what.--are you blubbering? We inust all come to this !--Come, come, man, swab the spray off your bows."

“ Natur 's natur, Sir," said Thomas, wiping with the lapel of his jacket the trickling tear from his weatherbeaten cheek ; " tho' I 'm sartin the death o' the old woman herself would never a brought me to this. But never mind, Sir--here's strike out again, I'll do my duty --tho' I'd rather almost swallow a marlinspike nor handle

in the bisness.” • Let's see, what were the last words you got down ?" said the veteran, endeavouring to raise himself up in his cot to look over his amanuensis.

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* Devout officers, Sir.”

No, no--de-vo-ted—not devout, Thomas --I nevar was a psalm-singer, thank God! But go on?

De-vo-ted officers I leave all my shirts.'

"I'll not have 'em, Sir," said Tiller, bursting out in an ebullition of affectionate feeling. 6 I never could abide to look on 'em, much more put 'em on my back.”

“Go on, I tell you," said Crank, authoritatively.

"Stockings and particklur all my long West-Ingee whiteduck trousers, laid up in ornry in drawr nummer 3.'

- I know, Sir--"
" Don't interrupt me, man!"

Thomas havin a seaman's jection to ware short breeks, or bend long togs.'

"I'll put that down williniy, Sir---but what's to be done with the Boyne?

Why, Thomas, I've made up my mind at last-50 write"-said Crank slowly dictating.

I wish the Boyne to be dismantled-—her masts, yards, and riggin distried, and her hull berried with mine.'

Here Tiller gave a groan, which startled the afflicted testator.

· Not wishin her to outlive her oner or full in the hands of lubbers.

In token of my gratude for past sarvessusI bequith to Sammual Senna-my shore-going surgent, the gold mounted glass which kivered the Boyne, and which he has my purmisshon to convart into a kase for inclosin and presarcin putrefied spesmens.

Havin lived and fought under the Union-Jack of old England, I dissire the harth-rug, rather than it should run the risk of been ever trampled under foot, may be berried with my body.'

“ Sewed up hammock-fashion, I suppose, Sir ???--said Tiller, with awkward sympathy.

"Exactly so, Thomas--and a very good thought."

Well, now'--Already these words, prefatory to. Crank's thought, were committed to paper, and were actually embodied in the codicil.

To Leaftenant Burton I leve--my quadroon--sexton -.-brometer and all my day--and night glasses--signal

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flags- Union Jack, buntin, grc., for his own private use --and the good of the sarvis.

In a-dishon to the new teas above menshoned-I leve to Katrin Crankall the traps and rigging of her bedroom--with the stuffed crockadile-for which she always eggsprest such a prifferenceand which my poor Emily --80 much dislikes -and, moreover, I hereby order and direct, the moment I slip my wind

I hope I 'll never see that day,” ejaculated the afflicted scribe. “ Hold your tongue--go on

My kind--and faithful coxonshall haul the kullers half-mast downand then with his own hands burn the signal book on the spot, to prevent it fallin in the posseshun of the enemy.'

" And now, Thomas,” added he, "sign your name as a witness—That 's off my mind!”

At this moment the bell rang, and Tiller had hardly time to conceal, according to Crank's order, this important document, ere the doctor appeared with a letter in his hand, for the receipt of which, he had been perhaps as anxious as the veteran, though through a different motive.

" I hope, my dear friend,” said this sympathizing spirit c" that letter, which bears the Cheltenham post-mark, will tend to compose your anxiety.”

6. Well !--coine, break the seal, and read out-for, you know, I hav'n't now the use of either hands or eyes.'

No invitation was requisite, for being permitted himself to read the letter, the doctor's most sanguine expectations had been more than realized--He commenced slowly and emphatically thus-

656 Clarence Lodge, Cheltenham. 566 Dear Brother, 66.6 I trust you will, notwithstanding your indisposition, sympathize with us in the feelings inspired, by the gratifying nature of the intelligence we have to communicate. Your usual candour not suffered me to remain : unacquainted with your prejudices, respecting an individual, whose conduct is as exemplary, and unimpeachable as his usefulness under Providence is generally

admitted, by the little flock of elect and precious souls, committed to his chargem?

“ Amiable woman !" sighed the enamoured reader.

"• For most of your prejudices, originating, as I was aware, in no uokindly feeling to me or mine, I have, wherever conscience was concerned, preserved a respect, perhaps culpable, in one so thoroughly acquainted with the utter worthlessness of every thing, but that saving grace, which can alone illumine earthly and sensual minds.'

“Eloquently expressed!" ejaculated Senna.

* Never mind the eloquence, go on, my dear Senna,” said Crank, rather impatiently.

“In the present instance, however, I should have done a violence to my own feelings, and been deaf to the still whisperings of ihat enlightening spirit within, had I hesitated to pursue the course, which, i am convinced, is sanctioned by the purity of its motive-A matrimonial proposal has been made me

"What, for Emily, I suppose ?" muttered Crank.

A deeper hue of scarlet suffused the rubicund features of the doctor, who was already satisfied in his mind, this allusion was made to her own probable change of condition. Annoyed, however, that his secret should be thus confided to a third party, without his consent, he was heard to mutter

“Strange!--my letter was private, and altogether confidential--but I suppose she means to sound him first on the subject."

". Desirable in many respects; and I hope in the society of a man blessed like the doctor, in amiableness of manners and gracious gifts

" Felicitously expressed-amiable creature!"

". To pass in peace the evening of a life, sufficiently chequered with misery at its outset, in consequence of an earlier, and unhappy choice.'

- What!- Does she mean to insult my brother's memory ?-Oh, I smell a rat!--All this palaver 's about herself-uphappy choice indeed !--the luckiest hour of her life!-what else would she have been,” said the

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