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of happiness; it would seem; should surely make us  happier; and yet … not of happiness for ever lost。  And are  not the deepening shades of our declining sun deepened by  youth's contrast?  Whatever our sweetest songs may tell us  of; we are the sadder for our sweetest memories。  The grass  can never be as green again to eyes grown watery。  The lambs  that skipped when we did were long since served as mutton。   And if


Die Fusse tragen mich so muthig nicht empor Die hohen Stufen die ich kindisch ubersprang;


why; I will take the fact for granted。  My youth is fled; my  friends are dead。  The daisies and the snows whiten by turns  the grave of him or her … the dearest I have loved。  Shall I  make a pilgrimage to that sepulchre?  Drop futile tears upon  it?  Will they warm what is no more?  I for one have not the  heart for that。  Happily life has something else for us to  do。  Happily 'tis best to do it。



CHAPTER IV



THE passage from the romantic to the realistic; from the  chimerical to the actual; from the child's poetic  interpretation of life to life's practical version of itself;  is too gradual to be noticed while the process is going on。   It is only in the retrospect we see the change。  There is  still; for yet another stage; the same and even greater  receptivity; … delight in new experiences; in gratified  curiosity; in sensuous enjoyment; in the exercise of growing  faculties。  But the belief in the impossible and the bliss of  ignorance are seen; when looking back; to have assumed almost  abruptly a cruder state of maturer dulness。  Between the  public schoolboy and the child there is an essential  difference; and this in a boy's case is largely due; I fancy;  to the diminished influence of woman; and the increased  influence of men。

With me; certainly; the rough usage I was ere long to undergo  materially modified my view of things in general。  In 1838;  when I was eleven years old; my uncle; Henry Keppel; the  future Admiral of the Fleet; but then a dashing young  commander; took me (as he mentions in his Autobiography) to  the Naval Academy at Gosport。  The very afternoon of my  admittance … as an illustration of the above remarks … I had  three fights with three different boys。  After that the 'new  boy' was left to his own devices; … QUA 'new boy;' that is;  as an ordinary small boy; I had my share。  I have spoken of  the starvation at Dr。 Pinkney's; here it was the terrible  bullying that left its impress on me … literally its mark;  for I still bear the scar upon my hand。

Most boys; I presume; know the toy called a whirligig; made  by stringing a button on a loop of thread; the twisting and  untwisting of which by approaching and separating the hands  causes the button to revolve。  Upon this design; and by  substituting a jagged disk of slate for the button; the  senior 'Bull…dogs' (we were all called 'Burney's bull…dogs')  constructed a very simple instrument of torture。  One big boy  spun the whirligig; while another held the small boy's palm  till the sharp slate…edge gashed it。  The wound was severe。   For many years a long white cicatrice recorded the fact in my  right hand。  The ordeal was; I fancy; unique … a prerogative  of the naval 'bull…dogs。'  The other torture was; in those  days; not unknown to public schools。  It was to hold a boy's  back and breech as near to a hot fire as his clothes would  bear without burning。  I have an indistinct recollection of a  boy at one of our largest public schools being thus exposed;  and left tied to chairs while his companions were at church。   When church was over the boy was found … roasted。

By the advice of a chum I submitted to the scorching without  a howl; and thus obtained immunity; and admission to the  roasting guild for the future。  What; however; served me  best; in all matters of this kind; was that as soon as I was  twelve years old my name was entered on the books of the  'Britannia;' then flag…ship in Portsmouth Harbour; and though  I remained at the Academy; I always wore the uniform of a  volunteer of the first class; now called a naval cadet。  The  uniform was respected; and the wearer shared the benefit。

During the winter of 1839…40 I joined H。M。S。 'Blonde;' a 46… gun frigate commanded by Captain Bouchier; afterwards Sir  Thomas; whose portrait is now in the National Portrait  Gallery。  He had seen much service; and had been flag…captain  to Nelson's Hardy。  In the middle of that winter we sailed  for China; where troubles had arisen anent the opium trade。

What would the cadet of the present day think of the  treatment we small boys had to put up with sixty or seventy  years ago?  Promotion depended almost entirely on interest。   The service was entered at twelve or thirteen。  After two  years at sea; if the boy passed his examination; he mounted  the white patch; and became a midshipman。  At the end of four  years more he had to pass a double examination; … one for  seamanship before a board of captains; and another for  navigation at the Naval College。  He then became a master's  mate; and had to serve for three years as such before he was  eligible for promotion to a lieutenancy。  Unless an officer  had family interest he often stuck there; and as often had to  serve under one more favoured; who was not born when he  himself was getting stale。

Naturally enough these old hands were jealous of the  fortunate youngsters; and; unless exceptionally amiable;  would show them little mercy。

We left Portsmouth in December 1839。  It was bitter winter。   The day we sailed; such was the severity of the gale and  snowstorm; that we had to put back and anchor at St。 Helens  in the Isle of Wight。  The next night we were at sea。  It  happened to be my middle watch。  I had to turn out of my  hammock at twelve to walk the deck till four in the morning。   Walk! I could not stand。  Blinded with snow; drenched by the  seas; frozen with cold; home sick and sea sick beyond  description; my opinion of the Royal Navy … as a profession …  was; in the course of these four hours; seriously subverted。   Long before the watch ended。  I was reeling about more asleep  than awake; every now and then brought to my senses by  breaking my shins against the carronade slides; or; if I sat  down upon one of them to rest; by a playful whack with a  rope's end from one of the crusty old mates aforesaid; who  perhaps anticipated in my poor little personality the  arrogance of a possible commanding officer。  Oh! those cruel  night watches!  But the hard training must have been a useful  tonic too。  One got accustomed to it by degrees; and hence;  indifferent to exposure; to bad food; to kicks and cuffs; to  calls of duty; to subordination; and to all that constitutes  discipline。

Luckily for me; the midshipman of my watch; Jack Johnson; was  a trump; and a smart officer to boot。  He was six years older  than I; and; though thoroughly good…natured; was formidable  enough from his strength and determination to have his will  respected。  He became my patron and protector。  Rightly; or  wrongly I am afraid; he always took my part; made excuses for  me to the officer of our watch if I were caught napping under  the half…deck; or otherwise neglecti
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