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<h3>THE MIDSHIPMAN</h3> The weather-side of the quarter-deck of H.M. frigate Unicorn was occupied by two very great personages: Captain Plumbton, commanding the ship, who was very great in width if not in height, taking much more than his allowance of the deck, if it were not that he was the proprietor thereof, and entitled to the lion's share. Captain P. was not more than four feet ten inches in height; but then he was equal to that in girth: there was quite enough of him, if he had only been rolled out. He walked with his coat flying open, his thumbs stuck into the arm-holes of his waistcoat, so as to throw his shoulders back and increase his horizontal dimensions. He also held his head well aft, which threw his chest and stomach well forward. He was the prototype of pomposity and good-nature, and he strutted like an actor in a procession. The other personage was the first lieutenant, whom Nature had pleased to fashion in another mould. He was as tall as the captain was short—as thin as his superior was corpulent. His long, lanky legs were nearly up to the captain's shoulders; and he bowed down over the head of his superior, as if he were the crane to hoist up, and the captain the bale of goods to be hoisted. He carried his hands behind his back, with two fingers twisted together; and his chief difficulty appeared to be to reduce his own stride to the parrot march of the captain. His features were sharp and lean as was his body, and wore every appearance of a cross-grained temper. [Pg 44] <div class="figcenter border" style="width: 370px; height: 660px;"> <ANTIMG src="images/i068.png" width-obs="370" height-obs="600" alt="" title="" /> He walked with his coat flying open, his thumbs stuck into the arm-holes of his waistcoat.</div> He had been making divers complaints of divers persons, and the captain had hitherto appeared imperturbable. Captain Plumbton was an even-tempered man, who was satisfied with [Pg 45]a good dinner. Lieutenant Markitall was an odd-tempered man, who would quarrel with his bread and butter. 'Quite impossible, sir,' continued the first lieutenant, 'to carry on the duty without support.' This oracular observation, which, from the relative forms of the two parties, descended as it were from above, was replied to by the captain with a 'Very true.' 'Then, sir, I presume you will not object to my putting that man in the report for punishment?' 'I'll think about it, Mr. Markitall.' This, with Captain Plumbton, was as much as to say, No. 'The young gentlemen, sir, I am sorry to say, are very troublesome.' 'Boys always are,' replied the captain. 'Yes, sir; but the duty must be carried on, and I cannot do without them.' 'Very true—midshipmen are very useful.' 'But I'm sorry to say, sir, that they are not. Now, sir, there's Mr. Templemore; I can do nothing with him—he does nothing but laugh.' 'Laugh!—Mr. Markitall, does he laugh at you?' 'Not exactly, sir; but he laughs at everything. If I send him to the mast-head, he goes up laughing; if I call him down, he comes down laughing; if I find fault with him, he laughs the next minute: in fact, sir, he does nothing but laugh. I should particularly wish, sir, that you would speak to him, and see if any interference on your part——' 'Would make him cry—eh? better to laugh than cry in this world. Does he never cry, Mr. Markitall?' 'Yes, sir, and very unseasonably. The other day, you may recollect, when you punished Wilson the marine, whom I appointed to take care of his chest and hammock, he was crying the whole time; almost tantamount—at least an indirect species of mutiny on his part, as it implied——' 'That the boy was sorry that his servant was punished; I never flog a man but I'm sorry myself, Mr. Markitall.' 'Well, I do not press the question of his crying—that I might look over; but his laughing, sir, I must beg that you will take notice of that. Here he is, sir, coming up the hatchway. Mr. Templemore, the captain wishes to speak to you.' Now, the captain did not wish to speak to him, but, forced[Pg 46] upon him as it was by the first lieutenant, he could do no less. So Mr. Templemore touched his hat, and stood before the captain, we regret to say, with such a good-humoured, sly, confiding smirk on his countenance, as at once established the proof of the accusation, and the enormity of the offence. 'So, sir,' said Captain Plumbton, stopping in his perambulation, and squaring his shoulders still more, 'I find that you laugh at the first lieutenant.' 'I, sir?' replied the boy, the smirk expanding into a broad grin. 'Yes; you, sir,' said the first lieutenant, now drawing up to his full height; 'why, you're laughing now, sir.' 'I can't help it, sir—it's not my fault; and I'm sure it's not yours, sir,' added the boy demurely. 'Are you aware, Edward—Mr. Templemore, I mean—of the impropriety of disrespect to your superior officer?' 'I never laughed at Mr. Markitall but once, sir, that I can recollect, and that was when he tumbled over the messenger.' 'And why did you laugh at him then, sir?' 'I always do laugh when any one tumbles down,' replied the lad; 'I can't help it, sir.' 'Then, sir, I suppose you would laugh if you saw me rolling in the lee-scuppers?' said the captain. 'Oh!' replied the boy, no longer able to contain himself, 'I'm sure I should burst myself with laughing—I think I see you now, sir.' 'Do you, indeed! I'm very glad that you do not; though I'm afraid, young gentleman, you stand convicted by your own confession.' 'Yes, sir, for laughing, if that is any crime; but it's not in the Articles of War.' 'No, sir; but disrespect is. You laugh when you go to the mast-head.' 'But I obey the order, sir, immediately—do I not, Mr. Markitall?' 'Yes, sir, you obey the order; but, at the same time, your laughing proves that you do not mind the punishment.' 'No more I do, sir. I spend half my time at the mast-head, and I'm used to it now.' 'But, Mr. Templemore, ought you not to feel the disgrace of the punishment?' inquired the captain severely.[Pg 47] 'Yes, sir, if I felt I deserved it I should. I should not laugh, sir, if you sent me to the mast-head,' replied the boy, assuming a serious countenance. 'You see, Mr. Markitall, that he can be grave,' observed the captain. 'I've tried all I can to make him so, sir,' replied the first lieutenant; 'but I wish to ask Mr. Templemore what he means to imply by saying, "when he deserves it." Does he mean to say that I have ever punished him unjustly?' 'Yes, sir,' replied the boy boldly; 'five times out of six I am mast-headed for nothing—and that's the reason why I do not mind it.' 'For nothing, sir! Do you call laughing nothing?' 'I pay every attention that I can to my duty, sir; I always obey your orders; I try all I can to make you pleased with me—but you are always punishing me.' 'Yes, sir, for laughing, and, what is worse, making the ship's company laugh.' 'They "haul and hold" just the same, sir—I think they work all the better for being merry.' 'And pray, sir, what business have you to think?' replied the first lieutenant, now very angry. 'Captain Plumbton, as this young gentleman thinks proper to interfere with me and the discipline of the ship, I beg you will see what effect your punishing may have upon him.' 'Mr. Templemore,' said the captain, 'you are, in the first place, too free in your speech, and, in the next place, too fond of laughing. There is, Mr. Templemore, a time for all things—a time to be merry, and a time to be serious. The quarter-deck is not the fit place for mirth.' 'I'm sure the gangway is not,' shrewdly interrupted the boy. 'No—you are right, nor the gangway; but you may laugh on the forecastle, and when below with your messmates.' 'No, sir, we may not; Mr. Markitall always sends out if he hears us laughing.' 'Because, Mr. Templemore, you're always laughing.' 'I believe I am, sir; and if it's wrong I'm sorry to displease you, but I mean no disrespect. I laugh in my sleep—I laugh when I awake—I laugh when the sun shines—I always feel so happy; but though you do mast-head me, Mr.[Pg 48] Markitall, I should not laugh, but be very sorry, if any misfortune happened to you.' 'I believe you would, boy—I do indeed, Mr. Markitall,' said the captain. 'Well, sir,' replied the first lieutenant, 'as Mr. Templemore appears to be aware of his error, I do not wish to press my complaint—I have only to request that he will never laugh again.' 'You hear, boy, what the first lieutenant says; it's very reasonable, and I beg I may hear no more complaints. Mr. Markitall, let me know when the foot of that foretopsail will be repaired—I should like to shift it to-night.' Mr. Markitall went down under the half-deck to make the inquiry. 'And, Edward,' said Captain Plumbton, as soon as the lieutenant was out of ear-shot, 'I have a good deal more to say to you upon this subject, but I have no time now. So come and dine with me—at my table, you know, I allow laughing in moderation.' The boy touched his hat, and with a grateful, happy countenance, walked away. We have introduced this little scene that the reader may form some idea of the character of Edward Templemore. He was indeed the soul of mirth, good-humour, and kindly feelings towards others; he even felt kindly towards the first lieutenant, who persecuted him for his risible propensities. We do not say that the boy was right in laughing at all times, or that the first lieutenant was wrong in attempting to check it. As the captain said, there is a time for all things, and Edward's laugh was not always seasonable; but it was his nature, and he could not help it. He was joyous as the May morning; and thus he continued for years, laughing at everything—pleased with everybody—almost universally liked—and his bold, free, and happy spirit unchecked by vicissitude or hardship. He served his time—was nearly turned back, when he was passing his examination, for laughing, and then went laughing to sea again—was in command of a boat at the cutting-out of a French corvette, and when on board was so much amused by the little French captain skipping about with his rapier, which proved fatal to many, that at last he received a pink[Pg 49] from the little gentleman himself, which laid him on deck. For this affair, and in consideration of his wound, he obtained his promotion to the rank of lieutenant—was appointed to a line-of-battle ship in the West Indies—laughed at the yellow fever—was appointed to the tender of that ship, a fine schooner, and was sent to cruise for prize-money for the admiral, and promotion for himself, if he could, by any fortunate encounter, be so lucky as to obtain it. <hr style="width: 65%;" /> [Pg 50] <h2>CHAPTER VII</h2> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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