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THE PETER PAN 
PICTURE BOOK 

THE STORY OF PETER PAN 

RETOLD BY DANIEL O'CONNOR 

FROM THE PLAY BY J. M. BARRIE 

WITH 28 FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOUR BY 

ALICE B. WOODWARD 



" Miss Woodward's pictures are really delightful. 
The whimsical flavour of the fairy play is faithfully 
reflected, while for rich and harmonious colouring and 
decorative quality of design they would be difficult to 
surpass. " Athenaeum. 

" It would be difficult to imagine anything more 
dainty. The pictures are exquisitely beautiful, and to 
follow the story in Mr. Daniel O'Connor's version is 
almost as fascinating as it was to see Mr. Barrie's 
quaint creation on the stage." Glasgow Herald. 



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TO MY YOUNG READERS 

1HAVE been asked to explain to you how it 
comes to pass that this, the story of a well- 
known Play, is now placed before you in the form 
of a Tale. In the first place, many very young 
ladies and gentlemen are never taken to the Theatre 
at all. It is supposed by certain careful Papas and 
Mamas that very young ladies and gentlemen 
should go to bed at an early hour, and that it is 
very bad for them to sit up as late as half past 
eleven or twelve o'clock at night. Of course, this 
difficulty could be overcome by taking them to 
Morning Performances, which are so called because 
they invariably take place in the afternoon; but 
there are drawbacks even to Morning Performances. 
Unless you are seated in the front row of the stalls 
(where the band is sure to be too loud), or in the 
front row of the dress circle (which is a long way 
off), the enjoyment of very young ladies and gentle- 

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men is pretty nearly sure to be interfered with by 
the o-jcrantic cart-wheel hats, decorated with huge 

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bunches of wobbling feathers that ill-bred and selfish 
ladies clap upon their heads, nowadays, whenever 
they go to a theatre in the daytime. A third reason 
(and perhaps the best of them all) is that very 
young ladies and gentlemen find it rather difficult 
to follow the story of a play, much of which is told 
in songs set to beautiful music, and all of which is 
written in language which is better suited to their 

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Papas and Mamas than to themselves. A fourth 
reason (but this is not such a good one as the other 
three) is that the Opera upon which this book is 
founded is, unhappily, not played in every town 
every night of the year. It should be, of course, 
but it is not, and it may very well happen that 
some poor people have to go so long as two or 
three years without having any opportunity of im- 
proving their minds by seeing it performed. When 
we get a National Theatre, at which all the best 
plays will be produced at the expense of the Public 
(who will also enjoy the privilege of paying to see 
the Plays after they have defrayed the cost of pro- 

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ducing them), " Her Majesty's Ship Pinafore " will, 
no doubt, be played once or twice in every fortnight 
for ever; but as some years must elapse before this 
happy state of things can come to pass, and as those 
who are very young ladies and gentlemen now may 
be very middle-aged ladies and gentlemen then, it 
was thought that it would be a kind and considerate 
action to supply them at once with a story of the 
Play, so as not to subject them to the tantalizing 
annoyance of having to wait (possibly) many years 
before they have an opportunity of learning what it 
is all about. 

As I would not for the world deceive my young 
readers, I think it right to state that this story is 
entirely imaginary. It might very well have hap- 
pened but, in point of fact, it never did. 




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The extracts from Sir Arthur Sullivan s music 
to "If. M.S. Pinafore" are reproduced by permis- 
sion of the publishers, Messrs. Metzler and Co., Ltd. 



CONTENTS 



PAGE 

CHAPTER I .... l 

II .. . -22 

III 57 

IV 70 



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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS 

COLOUR PLATES 

PAGE 

RALPH RACKSTRAW IN THE RIGGING . Frontispiece 

IN SHORT, HE DID EVERYTHING POSSIBLE TO MAKE EVERY- 
BODY ON BOARD THOROUGHLY ILL AND HAPPY 2 
" I KNOW WHO TAKES SUGAR- PLUMS TO BED WITH HIM " 14 
SIR JOSEPH PORTER WAS ONE OF THE MANY PEOPLE WHO 
HAD FALLEN A VlCTIM TO THE BEAUTY OF MlSS 
JOSEPHINE CORCORAN . . 24 
" MY GALLANT CREW, GOOD MORNING ! .28 
THE GOOD CAPTAIN WAS DISTRESSED TO SEE HIS DEAR 

DAUGHTER IN THIS BILIOUS FRAME OF MIND . 34 
LUNCHEON IN THE WARDROOM . . -5 

So SHE CAME ON DECK TO INDULGE IN A REVERIE ALL 

ALONE ...... 58 

So SAYING, WITH TELL-TALE TEARS STREAMING DOWN 
HER FACE, SHE STRODE MAGNIFICENTLY TO HER 
CABIN ...... -64 

HER SHORT AND SNAPPISH REPLIES TO SlR JOSEPH'S 

PRETTY SPEECHES AT DINNER . 72 

LITTLE BUTTERCUP AND THE CAPTAIN . So 

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"WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?" SAID SlR JOSEPH . 90 

" DEADEYE!" SAID THE CAPTAIN, "You HERE? DON'T!" 100 
A COUPLE OF MARINES MARCHED HIM OFF UNDER THE 
COMMAND OF THE SMALLEST MIDSHIPMAN IN THE 

SHIP 112 

" I MIXED THOSE CHILDREN UP" . . . .118 
CORCORAN PRESENTED BLUSHING LITTLE BUTTERCUP TO 

SIR JOSEPH, WHO GAVE HER SIXPENCE ON THE SPOT 126 



ILLUSTRATIONS IN THE TEXT 

HEADPIECE TO CHAPTER I . . i 

LITTLE BUTTERCUP ....... 9 

HEADPIECE TO CHAPTER II . . . . .22 

SIR JOSEPH PORTER AND HIS FEMALE RELATIONS . 38 
" I POLISHED UP THE HANDLE OF THE BIG FRONT DOOR" 42 
HEADPIECE TO CHAPTER III . . . . -57 

DICK DEADEYE DIPPED INTO THE FLOUR-BIN . . 67 
HEADPIECE TO CHAPTER IV ..... 70 

" MADAM, IT HAS BEEN REPRESENTED TO ME THAT YOU 

ARE APPALLED AT MY EXALTED RANK " . . . 9/ 
" NAUGHTY DAUGHTER OF MINE, I INSIST UPON KNOWING" 107 
CAPTAIN RACKSTRAW TRIES TO CATCH SIGHT OF HIS 

EPAULETTES . . . . . . .122 

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REAT BRITAIN is (at present) the most 
V_T powerful maritime country in the world ; she 
possesses a magnificent Fleet, superb officers and 
splendid seamen, and one and all are actuated by 
an intense desire to maintain their country's reputa- 
tion in its highest glory. 

One of the finest and most perfectly manned ships 
in that magnificent Fleet was Her Majesty's Ship 
Pinafore, and I call the ship " Her Majesty's " 
because she belonged to good Queen Victoria's 
time, when men-of-war were beautiful objects to 
look at, with tall tapering masts, broad white sails, 
and gracefully designed hulls; and not huge slate- 
coloured iron tanks without masts and sails as 
they are to-day. She was commanded by Captain 
Corcoran, R.N., a very humane, gallant, and dis- 
tinguished officer, who did everything in his power 

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to make his crew happy and comfortable. He had 
a sweet light baritone voice, and an excellent ear 
for music, of which he was extremely fond, and 
this led him to sing to his crew pretty songs of his 
own composition, and to teach them to sing to him. 
To encourage this taste among his crew, he made 
it a rule on board that nobody should ever say any- 
thing to him that could possibly be sung a rule 
that was only relaxed when a heavy gale was blow- 
ing, or when he had a bilious headache. Harmless 
improving books were provided for the crew to 
read, and vanilla ices, sugar-plums, hardbake and 
raspberry jam were served out every day with a 
liberal hand. In short, he did everything possible 
(consistently with his duty to Her Majesty) to make 
everybody on board thoroughly ill and happy. 

Captain Corcoran was a widower with one daugh- 
ter, named Josephine, a beautiful young lady with 
whom every single gentleman who saw her fell head- 
over-ears in love. She was tall, exquisitely grace- 
ful, with the loveliest blue eyes and barley-sugar 
coloured hair ever seen out of a Pantomime, but 
her most attractive feature was, perhaps, her nose, 
which was neither too long nor too short, nor too 
narrow nor too broad, nor too straight. It had the 

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slightest possible touch of sauciness in it, but only 
just enough to let people know that though she 
could be funny if she pleased, her fun was always 
gentle and refined, and never under any circum- 
stances tended in the direction of unfeeling practical 
jokes. It was such a maddening little nose, and 
had so extraordinary an effect on the world at large 
that, whenever she went into Society, she found it 
necessary to wear a large pasteboard artificial nose 
of so unbecoming and ridiculous a description that 
people passed her without taking the smallest notice 
of her. This alone is enough to show what a kind- 
hearted and self-sacrificing girl was the beautiful 
Josephine Corcoran. 

One of the smartest sailors on board Her Majesty's 
Ship Pinafore was a young fellow called Ralph 
Rackstraw, though, as will be seen presently, that 
was not his real name. He was extremely good- 
looking, and, considering that he had had very little 
education, remarkably well-spoken. Unhappily he 
had got it into his silly head that a British man-of- 
war's man was a much finer fellow than he really is. 
He is, no doubt, a very fine fellow indeed, but per- 
haps not quite so fine a fellow as Ralph Rackstraw 
thought he was. He had heard a great many songs 

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and sentiments in which a British Tar was de- 
scribed as a person who possessed every good quality 
that could be packed into one individual, whereas 
there is generally room for a great many more good 
qualities than are usually found inside any sailor. 
A good packer never packs anything too tight; it is 
always judicious to leave room for unexpected odds 
and ends, and British Tars are very good packers 
and leave plenty of room for any newly acquired 
virtues that may be coming along. So, although 
Ralph had gathered up many excellent qualities, 
there were still some that he had not yet added 
to his collection, and among these was a proper 
appreciation of the fact that he hadn't got them 
all. In short, his only fault was a belief that he 
hadn't any. 

Ralph Rackstraw was one of the many who loved 
Josephine to distraction. Nearly all the unmarried 
members of the crew also loved Josephine, but they 
were older and more sensible than Ralph, and 
clearly understood that they could never be accepted 
as suitable husbands for a beautiful young lady of 
position, who was, moreover, their own Captain's 
daughter. They knew that their manners were 
quite unsuited to polite dining and drawing-rooms, 

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and indeed they would have been very uncomfort- 
able if they had been required to sit at table with 
gentlemen in gold epaulettes, and ladies in feathers 
and long trains ; so they very wisely reasoned them- 
selves into a conviction that the sooner they put 
Josephine out of their heads the better it would be 
for their peace of mind. 

There is a time, between four and six in the after- 
noon, when the men-of-war sailors are allowed to 
cease their work and amuse themselves with cheer- 
ful songs and rational conversation. It is called the 
" dog-watch " (why, I can't imagine), and at that 
time all who are not engaged upon any special duty 
meet on the forecastle (which is the front part of the 
upper deck) to sing pretty songs and tell each other 
those harmless but surprising anecdotes which are 
known in the Royal Navy as " yarns." One of the 
most popular subjects of conversation during the 
dog-watch on board the Pinafore was the kindness 
and consideration shown by their good Captain 
Corcoran towards the men under his command, and 
another was the agreeable fact that the Pinafore 
was one of those jolly ships that never pitched and 
rolled, and consequently never made any of the 
sailors sea-sick. The crew, who had been carefully 

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trained by Captain Corcoran to sing more or less 
in tune, always opened the dog-watch with this 
chorus : 

We sail the ocean blue, 

And our saucy ship's a beauty! 
We're sober men and true 

And attentive to our duty. 
When the balls whistle free o'er the bright blue sea, 

We stand to our guns all day ; 
When at anchor we ride on the Portsmouth tide 

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This they used to sing as they sipped their ices, 
and ate their rout-cakes and almond toffee. The 
song might strike you at first as rather too com- 




plimentary to themselves, but it was not really so, 
as each man who sang it was alluding to all the 
others, and left himself out of the question, and so it 
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ment to his neighbours, and received one in return, 
which was quite fair and led to no quarrelling. 

As the sailors sat and talked they were joined by 
a rather stout but very interesting elderly woman 
of striking personal appearance. She was what is 
called a " bum-boat woman," that is to say, a person 
who supplied the officers and crew with little luxu- 
ries not included in the ship's bill of fare. Her real 
name was Poll Pineapple, but the crew nick-named 
her " Little Buttercup," partly because it is a pretty 
name, but principally because she was not at all like 
a buttercup, or indeed anything else than a stout, 
quick-tempered, and rather mysterious lady, with a 
red face and black eyebrows like leeches, and who 
seemed to know something unpleasant about every- 
body on board. She had a habit of making quite 
nice people uncomfortable by hinting things in a 
vague way, and at the same time with so much mean- 
ing (by skilful use of her heavy black eyebrows), 
that they began to wonder whether they hadn't done 
something dreadful, at some time or other, and for- 
gotten all about it. So Little Buttercup was not 
really popular with the crew, but they were much 
too kind-hearted to let her know it. 

Little Buttercup had a song of her own which 

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I've snuff and tobaccy and excellent "jacky," 

I've scissors and watches and knives, 
I've ribbons and laces to set off the faces 

Of pretty young sweethearts and wives. 
I've treacle and toffee and very good coffee, 

" Soft Tommy " and nice mutton chops, 

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I've chickens and conies and dainty polonies 
And excellent peppermint drops. 

Then buy of your Buttercup dear Little Buttercup, 
Sailors should never be shy 

So, buy of your Buttercup poor Little Buttercup- 
Come, of your Buttercup buy! 

"Thank goodness, that's over!" whispered the 
sailors to each other with an air of relief. You see, 
Little Buttercup always sang that song whenever 
she came on board, and after a few months people 
got tired of it. Besides not being really popular on 
account of her aggravating tongue, she sold for the 
most part things that the liberal Captain provided 
freely for his crew out of his own pocket-money. 
They had soup, fish, an entree, a joint, an apple 
pudding, or a jam tart every day, besides eggs and 
ham for breakfast, muffins for tea, and as many 
scissors, pocket-knives, and cigars as they chose to 
ask for. So Little Buttercup was not even useful to 
them, and they only tolerated her because they were 
gallant British Tars who couldn't be rude to a lady 
if they tried. In point of fact they liad tried on 
several occasions to say rude and unpleasant things 
to ladies, but as they had invariably failed in the 
attempt they at last gave it up as hopeless, and 
determined to be quietly polite under all possible 

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circumstances. So they asked her to sit down, and 
take a strawberry ice and a wafer, which she did 
rather sulkily as no one seemed to want any of the 
things she had to sell. 

"Tell us a story, Little Buttercup," said Bill 
Bobstay. Bill was a boatswain's mate, who, be- 
sides being busily occupied in embroidering his 
name in red worsted on a canvas " nighty case," 
generally took the lead in all the amusements of 
the dog-watch. "You can if you try, I'm sure, 
Miss." 

"You're quite right," said Little Buttercup; " I 
could tell you stories about yourselves which would 
make you all wish you had never been born. / 
know who takes sugar-plums to bed with him " 
(looking at one), " and who doesn't say his prayers " 
(looking at another), "and who sucks his thumb in 
his hammock" (looking at the third), "and who 
makes ugly faces at his Captain when his back's 
turned" (looking at a fourth), "and who does his 
front hair with patent curlers" (looking at a fifth), 
"and who puts raspberry jam into his messmates' 
boots " (looking at a sixth). 

All the sailors referred to looked very hot and 
uncomfortable, for their consciences told them that 

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Little Buttercup had hit off their various weak- 
nesses with surprising accuracy. 

" Let's change the subject," said Bill Bobstay (he 
was the one who ate sugar-plums in bed), "we all 
have our faults. But, after all, we're not so bad as 
poor Dick Deadeye that's one comfort! " 

Now this was very unjust on the part of Mr. Bob- 
stay. Dick Deadeye, who sat apart from the others, 
busy manicuring his nails, was one of the ugliest 
persons who ever entered the Navy. His face had 
been so knocked about and burnt and scarred in 
various battles and from falling down from aloft, 
that not one feature was in its proper place. The 
wags among the crew pretended that his two eyes, 
his nose, and his mouth, had been playing " Puss in 
the Corner," and that his left eye, having been un- 
able to find a corner that was unoccupied, was con- 
sequently left in the middle. Of course this was 
only their nonsense, but it shows what a very plain 
man he must have been. He was hump-backed, and 
bandy-legged, and round-shouldered, and hollow- 
chested, and severely pitted with small-pox marks. 
He had broken both his arms, both his legs, his two 
collar-bones, and all his ribs, and looked just as if he 
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giant. He ought properly to have been made a 
Greenwich Pensioner long ago, but Captain Cor- 
coran was too kind-hearted to hint that Dick Dead- 
eye was deformed, and so he was allowed to con- 
tinue to serve his country as a man-o'-war's man as 
best he could. Now Dick Deadeye was generally 
disliked because he was so unpleasant to look at, 
but he was really one of the best and kindest and 
most sensible men on board the Pinafore, and this 
shows how wrong and unjust it is to judge un- 
favourably of a man because he is ugly and deformed. 
I myself am one of the plainest men I have ever 
met, and at the same time I don't know a more 
agreeable old gentleman. But so strong was the 
prejudice against poor Dick Deadeye, that nothing 
he could say or do appeared to be right. The worst 
construction was placed upon his most innocent re- 
marks, and his noblest sentiments were always at- 
tributed to some unworthy motive. They had no 
idea what the motive was, but they felt sure there 
was a motive, and that he ought to be ashamed 
of it. 

Dick Deadeye sighed sadly when Mr. Bobstay 
spoke so disparagingly of him. He wiped a tear from 
his eye (as soon as he had found that organ), and 

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then continued to manicure his poor old cracked 
and broken nails in silence. 

" What 's the matter with the man?" said Little 
Buttercup; " isn't he well?" 

"Aye, aye, lady," said Dick, " I'm as well as ever 
I shall be. But I am ugly, ain't I?" 

" Well," said little Buttercup, "you are certainly 
plain." 

"And I'm three-cornered, ain't I?" said he. 

"You are rather triangular." 

"Ha! ha!" said Dick, laughing bitterly. "That's 
it. I'm ugly, and they hate me for it!" 

Bill Bobstay was sorry he had spoken so un- 
kindly. 

" Well, Dick," said he, putting down his em- 
broidery, " we wouldn't go to hurt any fellow crea- 
ture's feelings, but, setting personal appearance on 
one side, you can't expect a person with such a name 
as ' Dick Deadeye' to be a popular character now, 
can you?" 

" No," said Dick, sadly, " it 's asking too much. 
It's human nature, and I don't complain!" 

At this moment, a beautiful tenor voice was heard 
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The Nightingale 
Loved the pale moon's bright ray 

And told his tale 
In his own melodious way, 

He sang, " Ah, Well-a-day!" 

The lowly vale 
For the mountain vainly sighed ; 

To his humble wail 
The echoing hills replied, 

They sang, "Ah, Well-a-day!" 

" Who is the silly cuckoo who is tweetling up 
aloft?" asked Little Buttercup, rather rudely, as she 
scooped up the last drops of her ice. 

"That?" said Bobstay, "Why, that's only poor 
Ralph Rackstraw who's in love with Miss Jo- 
sephine." 

"Ralph Rackstraw!" exclaimed little Buttercup, 
" Ha! I could tell you a good deal about him if I 
chose. But I won't not yet!" 

At this point Ralph descended the rigging and 
joined his messmates on deck. 

"Ah, my lad," said one of them, "you're quite 
right to come down for you've climbed too high. 
Our worthy Captain's child won't have nothing to 
say to a poor chap like you." 

All the sailors said " Hear, hear," and nodded 

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their heads simultaneously, like so many china 
mandarins in a tea-shop. 

" No, no," said Dick Deadeye, " Captains' daugh- 
ters don't marry common sailors." 

Now this was a very sensible remark, but coming 
from ugly Dick Deadeye it was considered to be in 
the worst possible taste. All the sailors muttered, 
" Shame, shame!" 

"Dick Deadeye," said Bobstay, "those sentiments 
of yours are a disgrace to our common nature." 

Dick shrugged his left eyebrow. He would have 
shrugged his shoulders if he could, but they wouldn't 
work that way; so, always anxious to please, he did 
the best he could with his left eyebrow, but even 
that didn't succeed in conciliating his messmates. 

" It 's very strange," said Ralph, " that the daugh- 
ter of a man who hails from the quarter deck may 
not love another who lays out on the fore-yard arm. 
For a man is but a man, whether he hoists his flag 
at the main-truck, or his slacks on the main deck." 

This speech of Ralph's calls for a little explana- 
tion, for he expressed himself in terms which an 
ordinary landsman would not understand. The 
quarter deck is the part of the ship reserved for 
officers, and the fore-yard arm is a horizontal spar 

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with a sail attached to it, and which crosses the 
front mast of a ship, and sailors are said to "lay 
out" on it when they get on to it for the purpose 
of increasing or reducing sail. Then again, the 
main-truck is the very highest point of the middle 
mast, and it is from that point that the Captain flies 
his flag, while a sailor is said to " hoist his slacks" 
when he hitches up the waist-band of his trousers 
to keep them in their proper place. Now you know 
all about tJiat. 

"Ah," said Dick Deadeye, " it's a queer world!" 
" Dick Deadeye," said Mr. Bobstay, " I have no 
desire to press hardly on any human being, but 
such a wicked sentiment is enough to make an 
honest sailor shudder." 

And all his messmates began to shudder violently 
to show what honest sailors they were and how 
truly Bobstay had spoken ; but at that moment the 
ship's bell sounding four strokes gave them notice 
that the dog-watch had come to an end. So the 
crew put away their manicure boxes and em- 
broidered " nighty cases" and dispersed to their 
several duties. 



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NE of the most 
important person- 
ages in the Gov- 
ernment of that day was Sir Joseph Porter, the 
First Lord of the Admiralty. You would naturally 
think that the person who commanded the entire 
Navy would be the most accomplished sailor who 
could be found, but that is not the way in which 
such things are managed in England. Sir Joseph 
Porter, who had risen from a very humble position 
to be a lawyer and then a Member of Parliament, 
was, I believe, the only man in England who knew 
nothing whatever about ships. Now, as England is 
a great maritime country, it is very important that 
all Englishmen should understand something about 
men-of-war. So as soon as it was discovered that 
his ignorance of a ship was so complete that he didn't 
know one end of it from the other, some important 
person said " Let us set this poor ignorant gentleman 

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to command the British Fleet, and by that means 
give him an opportunity of ascertaining what a 
ship really is." This was considered to be a most 
wise and sensible suggestion, and so Sir Joseph 
Porter was at once appointed " First Lord of the 
Admiralty of Great Britain and Ireland." I daresay 
you think I am joking, but indeed I am quite 
serious. That is the way in which things are 
managed in this great and happy country. 

Now Sir Joseph Porter was one of the many 
people who, having accidentally seen her without 
her nose, had fallen a victim to the extraordinary 
beauty of Miss Josephine Corcoran. He quite 
recognized the fact that his position as First Lord 
of the Admiralty of this mighty country rendered 
it undesirable that he should marry so obscure a 
lady as the daughter of a mere captain in the Navy, 
but Josephine's charm was so overpowering that 
he determined to put his pride in his pocket and 
condescend to bestow his hand upon her. So one 
day he announced to Captain Corcoran that it was 
his intention to visit Her Majesty's Ship Pinafore 
in order to propose for his daughter's hand. 

Now most people would think that Josephine 
would have gladly accepted so great a man as Sir 

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Joseph, but it so happened that that young lady 
was not at all impressed by the honour which he 
proposed to confer upon her. She did not object to 
him personally (indeed she had never seen him) 
but she was a girl of spirit with a will of her own, 
and had no idea of being handed over, without her 
consent, to any gentleman, however important a 
person he might be. Moreover (and this was a 
profound secret) she had been greatly struck with 
the many good qualities of Ralph Rackstraw, who 
never lost a chance of distinguishing himself in her 
eyes. Whenever he saw her looking in his direc- 
tion, he assumed a series of the most graceful and 
captivating attitudes ever seen, and Josephine was 
never tired of watching him as he gradually moved 
from one beautiful pose to another each more 
graceful and more truly artistic than the last. His 
lovely tenor voice also charmed her greatly, and 
his performances on a penny jews' harp appeared 
to her to excel any music that the most expensive 
instruments could produce. At the same time, she 
was much too proud and too well-behaved to allow 
Ralph to know that she admired him. So it was a 
secret between her and herself, and neither was so 
dishonourable as to violate the other's confidence. 

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SIR JOSEPH PORTER WAS ONE OF THE MANY 

PEOPLE WHO HAD FALLEN A VICTIM TO THE 

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On the eventful morning of Sir Joseph's intended 
visit, Captain Corcoran came on deck as soon as 
he had finished his breakfast. Captain Corcoran 
had arranged a pretty little musical method of 
greeting his crew, and the crew practised it with 
him until they were perfect. This was how he 
greeted his crew every day : 

My gallant crew, good morning! 

And they would reply: 

Sir, good morning! 

Then he would say: 

I hope you're all quite well! 

And they would answer: 

Quite well, and you, Sir? 

And he would reply : 

I am in reasonable health, and happy 
To see you all once more. 

And they would sing: 

You do us proud, Sir! 

Of course, when he was not quite well he would 
alter the words to suit his condition, like this: 

I have a dreadful toothache, yet I'm happy 
To see you all once more! 

Or, 

I have a housemaid's knee, yet I am happy 
To see you all once more! 

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And so forth, for Captain Corcoran never inten- 
tionally said anything that was not strictly true. 

After this introduction he used to tell them 
something about himself: 

THE CAPTAIN. I am the captain of the Pinafore\ 
THE CREW. And a right good captain too! 
THE CAPTAIN (politely). 

You're very, very good. 
And be it understood, 

I command a right good crew! 
THE CREW (to each other}. 

We're very, very good, 
And be it understood, 

He commands a right good crewr! 
THE CAPTAIN. Though related to a peer 1 
I can hand, reef, and steer, 8 

And ship a selvagee. 
I am never known to quail 
At the fury of a gale, 

And I'm never, never sick at sea! 
THE CREW (who know better). What, never? 
THE CAPTAIN (mere forgetful-ness). No, never! 
THE CREW (who remember one instance). What, never? 



1 I'm afraid this was rather snobbish on Captain Corcoran's part. 
But as the least little bit of snobbishness was his only fault (and I 
am sorry to say that a great many highly respectable people are 
afflicted with it) I think we may forgive him this once. But if he 
does it again we shall have to take serious notice of it. 

2 These are various simple nautical operations which your kind 
papa will explain to you. 

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THE CAPTAIN (who now recollects the occasion they are referring 
to). Hardly ever! 

THE CREW (delighted at having caught him tripping). 
He's hardly ever sick at sea! 
Then give three cheers and one cheer more 
For the hardy Captain of the Pinafore ! 

THE CAPTAIN. I do my best to satisfy you all! 
THE CREW. And with you we're quite content 
THE CAPTAIN. You're exceedingly polite, 
And I think it only right, 

To return the compliment! 
THE CREW (to each other). 

We're exceedingly polite 
And he thinks it only right 

To return the compliment! 
THE CAPTAIN. Bad language or abuse 
I never, never use, 

Whatever the emergency; 
" How tiresome!" I may 
Occasionally say, 

But I never use a big, big B! ' 

THE CREW (who remember a certain occasion). What, never? 
THE CAPTAIN (the circumstance had slipped his memorv). No, 
never! 

THE CREW (who don't mean to let him off). What, never? 
THE CAPTAIN (the incident suddenly occurring to him). Hardly 
ever! 

THE CREW (who have scored). 

Hardly ever says a big, big B! 
Then ;_;:ve three cheers and one cheer more 
For the well-bred Captain of the Pinafore] 

1 He meant " Bother!" a vulgar expression that only the 
strongest provocation can excuse. 

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And they gave three of the heartiest cheers you 
ever heard. After this pretty little ceremony (which 
might with advantage be more generally adopted 
throughout the Navy), the officers and sailors 
employed themselves with a variety of easy little 
tasks suited to rather lazy people on a very fine 
warm day. Captain Corcoran (who was never idle) 
was about to retire to his cabin to arrange the 
figures of a minuet which he intended to teach his 
men to dance, when his attention was arrested by 
Josephine, who at that moment came on deck. The 
poor young lady was very sad, and sang a remark- 
ably beautiful song of her own composition. 

It ran like this: 

Sorry her lot who loves too well, 

Heavy the heart that hopes but vainly, 

Sad are the sighs that own the spell 
Uttered by eyes that speak too plainly! 

Heavy the sorrow that bows the head 

When Love is alive and Hope is dead! 

The good Captain was distressed to see his dear 
daughter in this bilious frame of mind. 

" My child," said he, " I grieve to see that you 
are a prey to melancholy." 

"There's another verse, Papa," said Josephine, 
who rather resented interruption. 

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" Don't sing it, my child; your music depresses 
us both. I want you to look your best to-day, for 
Sir Joseph Porter will arrive presently to claim your 
promised hand." 

" Nay, father," said Josephine, " I can esteem, 
reverence, even venerate Sir Joseph, for I shouldn't 
be surprised if he is a great and good man, but I 
cannot love him, for, alas! my heart is given!" 

"Given!" exclaimed her father, "and to whom? 
Not to some gilded lordling?" l 

" No, Papa," said she, " the object of my affection 
is no lordling. Oh, pity me, for he is but a humble 
sailor on board your own ship!" 

"Impossible!" said Captain Corcoran. 

"Yet it is true," replied Josephine, "too true!" 

"A common sailor!" exclaimed the Captain, 
"oh, fie!" 

" I quite feel the ' fie,' " said she, "but he's any- 
thing but common." 

" Come, my child," said her father, " let us talk 
this over. In a matter of the heart I would not con- 
trol my daughter. I attach little value to rank or 
wealth, but the line must be drawn somewhere. A 

1 I should have thought he would have liked a gilded lordling, 
but you never can tell. 

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man in that lowly station may be brave and worthy, 
but at every step he would make dreadful blunders 
that Society would never pardon. He would drop 
his h's, and eat peas with his knife." 

Captain Corcoran's sentiments upon this point 
were so right and just that one is more sorry than 
ever that he should have boasted, in his song, of 
being related to a peer. It is just one of those un- 
fortunate little slips that one never can quite get out 
of one's mind. Personally, I hope he did it only 
because he wanted a rhyme to " steer," but, after all, 
that 's a very poor excuse. 

"All that you say is true," replied Josephine, 
" but fear not, Papa; I have a heart, and therefore 
I love; but I am your daughter, and therefore I am 
proud. Though I carry my love with me to the 
tomb he shall never, never know it!" 

Poor girl, she thought so at the time, but as the re- 
sult will show, she sadly over-estimated her strength 
of mind, and the consequence was a pretty kettle of 
fish, I promise you! 

At this point a message was brought to the Cap- 
tain by Lieutenant Hatchway, that the ship's barge 
was approaching with Sir Joseph on board, accom- 
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and ever so many pretty cousins, their daughters. 
Sir Joseph was a gentleman of great refinement, 
who was very easily shocked, and as he knew that 




the society of charming ladies had the effect of 
making everybody polite and considerate, he never 
travelled any great distance without them. 

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"Pipe the side and man ship," said the Captain, 
which meant that he wished all the officers to stand 
in a row to salute the First Lord, and all the crew 
to stand upright on the various spars that crossed 
the three masts, which is the way in which superior 
persons were always received on a man-of-war. The 
Captain of Marines (who are a kind of military 
sailors or nautical soldiers) brought up his men that 
they might "present arms" with their rifles at the 
word of command, and the ship's band were ready 
with all their instruments to play " God save the 
Queen" at the proper moment. 

All these preparations were ready by the time the 
ship's barge (which is a very large and handsome 
boat rowed by twelve sailors, seated two and two) 
was alongside, and in a few moments Sir Joseph 
Porter and his female relations stepped on board. 
The Officers saluted, the Marines presented arms, 
the drums rattled, the band struck up the National 
Anthem, and nine-pounder guns were fired from 
the middle deck. 

Sir Joseph, who was quite as fond of music as 
Captain Corcoran, had composed these remarkable 
verses which he always sang whenever he went on 
board a man-of-war. 

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SIR JOSEPH. 

I'm the monarch of the sea, 

The ruler of the Queen's Navee, 

Whose praise Great Britain loudly chaunts! 

And the Ladies sang: 

And we are his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts! 

SIR JOSEPH. 

When at anchor here I ride 

My bosom swells with pride, 

And I snap my fingers at a foeman's taunts! 

ALL THE LADIES. 

And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts! 

SIR JOSEPH. 

But when the breezes blow 

I generally go below, 

And seek the seclusion that a cabin grants! 

ALL THE LADIES. 

And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts. 
His sisters and his cousins, 
Whom he reckons up by dozens, 
And his aunts! 

Then Sir Joseph (who was proud of his lowly 
origin, and who thought that a short sketch of his 
career would afford a useful example to ambitious 
persons in a humble rank of life) was so good as to 
sing the following song: 

When I was a lad I served a term 
As office-boy in an attorney's firm ; 

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And I polished up the handle of the big front door. 
I polished up that handle so successfullee 
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee. 




As office-boy I made such a mark 
That they gave me the post of a junior clerk; 
I served the writs with a smile so bland, 
And I copied all the letters in a big round hand. 
I copied all the letters in a hand so free 
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In serving writs I made such a name, 

That an articled clerk I soon became; 

I wore clean collars and a bran-new suit 

For the pass-examination at the Institute. 
That pass-examination did so well for me 
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee. 

Of legal knowledge I acquired such a grip, 
That they took me into partnership, 
And that junior partnership I ween 
Was the only ship that I had ever seen. 

But that same ship so suited me 

That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee. 

I grew so rich that I was sent 

To the House as a Member of Parliament, 

I always voted at my party's call, 1 

And I never thought of thinking for myself at all. 
I thought so little they rewarded me 
By making me the Ruler of the Queen's Navee. 

Now landsmen all, whoever you may be, 
If you want to rise to the top of the tree 
If your soul isn't fettered to an office-stool 
Be careful to be guided by this golden rule 
Stick close to your desks and never go to sea, 
And you all may be rulers of the Queen's Navee. 



1 This means that he always did exactly as he was told by those 
who knew better than he did. I hope my readers will all imitate 
his example, and then, perhaps, when they grow up they will also 
be rewarded by being placed at the head of an important Public 
Department. 

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(Between ourselves, I think this last suggestion 
was rather silly, for he was addressing people who 
had already gone to sea, and consequently could 
not possibly act on his advice. But I'm afraid that 
Sir Joseph, though a very distinguished man, was, 
like a good many other very distinguished men, a 
bit of a goose.) 

"You've a remarkably fine crew, Captain Cor- 
coran," said Sir Joseph when he had finished his 
song, and was quite sure that they didn't want him 
to sing it again. 

" It is a fine crew," said Captain Corcoran. 

" I hope you treat them kindly, Captain Cor- 
coran?" 

" Indeed, I hope so, Sir Joseph." 

" No bullying, I trust ; no strong language of 
any kind? " 

" Oh never, Sir Joseph! " 

" What, nevert " said Sir Joseph, who had heard 
rumours to the contrary. 

The Captain's eye met those of some of his crew, 
who shook their fingers significantly at him. 

"Well, hardly ever," said the Captain, "they are 
an excellent crew, and do their work thoroughly 
without it." 

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Sir Joseph was one of those people whom it is 
extremely difficult to satisfy, for you never quite 
knew whether what you said would please him or 
make him angry, and it generally did the latter. He 
was very fond of popularity, and as there were five 
hundred sailors on board the Pinafore, and only 
one Captain, he thought it a good plan to snub the 
Captain in order to make friends of the crew. It is 
true that he was in love with the Captain's daughter, 
but he felt sure that the Captain was so anxious to 
have such a great and powerful man as the First 
Lord of the Admiralty for a son-in-law, that a few 
snubs more or less might be safely indulged in. So 
when Captain Corcoran praised his crew so highly, 
Sir Joseph Porter said to him, very angrily: 

" Don't patronize them, sir. That you are their 
Captain is a mere accident of birth. I cannot per- 
mit these noble fellows to be patronized because an 
accident of birth has placed you above them, and 
them below you." 

Poor Captain Corcoran turned very red and felt 
extremely tingly down the back at being so publicly 
rebuked. It is always a mistake to rebuke people in 
the presence of those who have to obey them, if it 
can possibly be avoided. 

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" I am the last person to insult a British sailor, 
Sir Joseph," said he. 

"You are the last person who did," said Sir Joseph, 
snappishly. 

I feel quite sorry for Captain Corcoran, who really 
meant as well as possible. He was a much truer 
gentleman than Sir Joseph, though I can't quite 
forget that unfortunate remark of his about being 
related to a Peer. 

During this conversation, Ralph Rackstraw had 
assumed in succession several of his choicest atti- 
tudes, and these naturally attracted Sir Joseph's 
attention. 

"Captain Corcoran," said he, "desire that splendid 
seaman to step forward." 

"Rackstraw," said the Captain, "three paces to 
the front, march! " 

Sir Joseph pretended to be greatly shocked at 
this abrupt command. 

" If what?" said Sir Joseph very sternly. 

The Captain was puzzled. 

" I beg your pardon," said he, " I don't quite 
understand. 

"If you please" said Sir Joseph, with a very strong 
emphasis on the " please." 

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Now it is not usual in the Navy to say " if you 
please " whenever you give an order. It would take 
up too much time. But Captain Corcoran was bound 
to obey the great man, though you will observe that 
the great man never said " if you please " when he 
addressed Captain Corcoran. 

The Captain, looking as if he had just bitten a 
pill, said " Oh yes, of course. If you please" 

And accordingly, Ralph Rackstraw took three 
paces to the front, and if ever a Captain in the Navy 
said " Bother " under his breath, Captain Corcoran 
was that man. 

"You're a remarkably fine fellow," said Sir Joseph, 
addressing Ralph. 

" Yes, your honour," replied Ralph, who was too 
well acquainted with his duty to presume to differ 
from the First Lord of the Admiralty. 

"And a first-rate seaman, I'll be bound." 

"There's not a smarter sailor in the Navy, your 
honour,"said Ralph, "though I say it who shouldn't." 

This sounds rather conceited of Ralph, but he had 
learnt from Captain Corcoran to speak the exact 
truth on all occasions. Besides, he wanted to con- 
vince Sir Joseph how right he was in the opinion 
he had formed. 

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" Now tell me, Ralph don't be afraid how does 
your Captain treat you ? " 

"A better Captain don't walk the deck, your 
honour! " 

And all the rest of the crew said " Hear, hear! " 

This was not quite what Sir Joseph wanted. He 
would rather that Ralph had said, "Well, he does 
his best, poor chap," or something of that half com- 
plimentary kind. However, he managed to conceal 
his disappointment. 

"Good," said he, " I like to hear you speak well 
of your commanding officer. I dare say he doesn't 
deserve it, but it does you credit. Now, Captain 
Corcoran, a word with you in private." 

" Certainly, Sir Joseph," replied the Captain, 
"Boatswain," said he, turning towards Mr. Bobstay, 
" in commemoration of Sir Joseph's visit, see that an 
extra tub of raspberry jam is served out to the ship's 
company." 

" Beg pardon," said Mr. Bobstay, who hadn't 
forgotten Sir Joseph's lesson in politeness, "ifw/iaf, 
your honour?" 

Captain Corcoran could scarcely believe his ears. 

"'If what?'" said he, "I don't I really don't 
think I understand you! " 

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" If you please, your honour! " 

The Captain looked thunderstruck, when Sir 
Joseph interposed. 

" The gentleman is quite right. If you. please." 

The Captain had almost let out another " Bother! " 
but he gulped it down with a great effort. 

" If yo\\ please\ " said he, and Sir Joseph entered 
the cabin with Captain Corcoran, followed by his 
two plain sisters, his three ugly aunts, and all his 
pretty cousins. Refreshments had thoughtfully been 
provided for them in the ward-room, (which is the 
apartment assigned to the lieutenants on board a 
man-o'-war), and they enjoyed a delightful luncheon 
in the agreeable society of the junior officers in gilt 
buttons and gold epaulettes, who paid even more 
attention to Sir Joseph's plain sisters and ugly aunts 
than they did to his younger and more attractive 
relations ; which shows what thoroughly well-bred 
gentlemen British naval officers are. Plain elderly 
people are just as hungry as young and pretty ones; 
and nobody ought to make any distinction between 
them. While Sir Joseph communicated his matri- 
monial intentions at great length to Captain Corcoran 
in his private cabin, the crew broke up and withdrew 
to the forecastle to discuss the events of the morning. 

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"Ah!" said Mr. Bobstay, "Sir Joseph 's a true 
gentleman; courteous and considerate to the very 
humblest." 

" Well spoke! Well spoke! " they all cried. (They 
should have said " spoken," and would have done so 
if their education had been properly attended to.) 

You see, these poor ignorant sailors were not 
shrewd enough to understand that Sir Joseph had 
his reasons for flattering them so outrageously. He 
longed for " popularity," and determined to acquire 
it at any price, and it is quite clear that, as far as 
the crew of the Pinafore was concerned, he had fully 
achieved his object. 

"Hold hard!" said another of the crew, Bill 
Bowling by name, " we are not as humble as all that. 
Sir Joseph has explained our true position to us, 
and if he says that a British sailor is any man's 
equal, why it's our duty to believe him! " 

"That's right enough! " muttered all the sailors, 
except Dick Deadeye, who knew better. 

"You're on the wrong tack," said he, "and so's 
Sir Joseph. He means well, but he don't know. 
\Vhen people have to obey other people's orders, 
equality's out of the question." 

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strained by humane consideration, they would have 
pulled Dick Deadeye's hair. 

"Dick Deadeye," said Mr. Bobstay, " if you go 
for to infuriate this here ship's crew too far, 1 won't 
answer for being able to hold them in. I'm shocked, 
that's what I am, shocked." 

" Messmates," said Ralph, who had been greatly 
impressed by what Sir Joseph had said, " my mind's 
made up. I'll speak to the Captain's daughter, and 
tell her, like an honest man, of the honest love I 
have for her! " 

The crew cheered loudly. 

" Is not my love as good as another's?" continued 
Ralph, " Is not my heart as true as another's ? 
Have I not hands and eyes and ears and limbs like 
another? " 

" You've got as pretty an outfit of them useful 
articles as any man on board," said Mr. Bobstay. 

"True," said Ralph, rather despondently, " I lack 
birth." 

Here Bill Bowling interfered with a rather silly 
joke. 

" Not a bit of it," said Bill, "you've got a berth 
on board this very ship! " 

" Well said," replied Ralph, who, sailor-like, 

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jumped at any argument, however ridiculous, that 
he thought would help his case, " I had forgotten 
that. Messmates, don't you approve my determin- 
ation? " 

There was a general murmur of "Aye, aye," "we 
do," and " right you are." 

"I don't no, I do not\ " 

Of course it was Dick Deadeye who said this. 

Bill Bobstay was in despair. 

"What is to be done with this here hopeless 
chap ? " said he. " Suppose we sing him the official 
Admiralty song that Sir Joseph wrote and caused 
to be distributed through the Fleet? It may bring 
this here miserable creetur to a proper state of 
mind!" 

Ralph gave the key-note on his jews' harp, and 
they all struck up in chorus. Notwithstanding 
Ralph's thoughtful precaution, they began on seven 
different notes, but by the time they had finished 
the third line they had wobbled into something 
like an agreement as to the key in which it was to 
be sung: 

A British Tar is a soaring soul 

As free as a mountain bird ; 
His energetic fist should be ready to resist 

A dictatorial word. 

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His nose should pant and his lip should curl, 
His cheeks should flame and his brow should furl, 
His bosom should heave and his heart should glow, 
And his fist be ever ready for a knock-down blow. 

His eyes should flash with an inborn fire, 

His brow with scorn be wrung ; 
He never should bow down to a domineering frown 

Or the tang of a tyrant tongue. 

His foot should stamp and his throat should growl, 
His hair should twirl and his face should scowl, 
His eyes should flash and his chest protrude, 
And this should be his customary attitude. 

And as they sang the last line, they all, except 
Ralph, assumed fighting attitudes as if they were 
inviting the whole world to " come on." Ralph stood 
apart in the pose of Ajax defying the lightning, for 
it was his strict rule to assume classical attitudes 
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phine, whose thoughts 
were too much occupied 
with other and more im- 
portant matters. So she came on deck to indulge in 
a reverie all alone. 

" It is useless," said she to herself; "Sir Joseph's 
attentions disgust me. I know that he is a truly 
great and good man, for he told me so himself, and 
of course he would know; 1 but to me he seems 
tedious, fretful, and dictatorial. Yet his must be a 
mind of no common order, or he would not dare to 

1 Sir Joseph was mistaken, but, to do him justice, he believed 
that he was telling the truth. Josephine's estimate of his character 
was much nearer the mark. 

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teach my dear Father to dance a hornpipe on the 
cabin table." 

It was Sir Joseph's firm belief that if Great Britain 
were to retain her proud position as the most power- 
ful naval country in the world, it was essential that 
all her sailors should learn to dance hornpipes. It 
was all he knew about the Navy, and he had been 
three years learning that. 

As Josephine soliloquized, she saw Ralph Rack- 
straw advancing towards her with an undulating 
swan-like motion that teemed with unspeakable 



grace. 



" Ralph Rackstraw!" she exclaimed, withdrawing 
from her pocket the false nose which she always 
put on when she thought she was going to be too 
much admired. 

" Nay, lady," said he, "put away yon pasteboard 
mockery. The matchless beauty of the real one is 
so deeply graven in my memory that I can see it 
even through that hollow absurdity." 

" In that case," said she, " it is of course useless 
to wear it, for it is uncomfortable wear on a warm 
day." And she returned it to her pocket. 

" Lady," said Ralpji, " I have long wished to 
meet you alone." 

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"That's nonsense," she replied, "you can't be 
alone if I am here, you know." 

" An unworthy quibble," said he. " You know 
perfectly well what I mean. It is unladylike to sneer 
at a poor sailor-man because his education has been 
neglected." 

"It is true," she replied. " I beg your pardon." 

" Granted," said he, with the ready urbanity of 
one of Nature's noblemen. 

Poor Josephine was much touched by this gener- 
ous and freely accorded forgiveness, and the affec- 
tion that she had long entertained for him struggled 
with her sense that it would never do to unite her- 
self with a humble and illiterate sailor. Moreover, 
she had promised her papa that no consideration 
should induce her to let Ralph Rackstraw know her 
real sentiments towards him, soshedrewa" Diabolo" 1 
from her pocket and pretended to be \vholly absorbed 
in the game. She usually played it with great skill, 
throwing the Diabolo as high as the mast head and 

1 " Diabolo " was not publicly played at the date of my story. 
The game was invented by Josephine, and she reserved it at first 
for her own entertainment; but eventually Messrs. Ayres of Alders- 
gate Street were induced to make it public, with considerable 
pecuniary results, all of which she handed over, like a good girl, 
to the Sailors' Institute. 

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catching it on the string with her eyes shut ; but 
so great was her agitation that she missed it every 
time, to the serious damage of her renowned nose. 

" Nay, lady," said Ralph, " I see that my presence 
has unsettled you I will withdraw." 

" No, Ralph, you may remain," she said. She did 
not like him to go away with the impression that 
she was but a clumsy player after all. And again 
she tossed the "Diabolo" high into the air, and 
again it came down on her beautiful little nose. 

" Lady," said he, " put aside that silly toy and 
listen. I am a poor uneducated fellow who has 
dared to love you, but before you dismiss me with 
contempt, do not forget that I am a British sailor. 
It is important to bear that in mind." 

Josephine was much moved, and though she was 
a girl of great strength of mind she would not trust 
herself to speak. So she merely exclaimed " Pooh!" 
and again threw up the toy, with the same painful 
results. 

" Nay, lady," said he, " I feel that this indiffer- 
ence is assumed. I distinctly see a tear trembling 
in your left eye." 

" It it was the Diabolo," she said (not quite 
truthfully), " it hurt." 

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" Then you reject me?" said he. 

" Sir," said she, " you forget the disparity in our 
ranks." 

" I forget nothing, haughty girl," said Ralph. 
" Give me hope, and what I lack in education and 
polite accomplishments, I will endeavour to acquire. 
Drive me to despair, and in death alone I shall 
look for consolation. I am proud, and cannot 
stoop to implore. I have spoken and I await your 
word." 

As he finished, he assumed an attitude of such 
extraordinary dignity that Josephine was on the 
point of saying "Take me and be happy," but the 
noble girl called all her resolution to her aid, and 
haughtily replied: 

"You shall not wait long your proffered love I 
contemptuously reject. Go, sir, and learn to cast 
your eyes on some village maiden in your own poor 
rank they should be lowered before your Captain's 
daughter!" 

And so saying, with the tell-tale tears streaming 
down her face, she strode magnificently to her cabin, 
where she almost sobbed her little heart out. Poor 
Josephine! 

Ralph Rackstraw was furious. In defiance of all 

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ship-rules he loudly summoned all the crew to the 
quarter deck. 

"Why! what 'sail this?" said Mr. Bobstay. "Is 
the ship on fire, or have they made you Port Ad- 
miral?" 

" Neither," gasped Ralph. "I have told Josephine 
of my love, and she has scornfully rejected me!" 

"Ah! what did I tell you!" said the crew, as 
one man. 

" Well, Ralph," said Bobstay, " I was afraid you 
were over sanguine." 

" Aye, aye," said Dick Deadeye, " it was too much 
to expect." 

"Will somebody, please, take this chap away and 
put his head in the flour-bin," said Mr. Bobstay. 
" His sentiments are simply disgraceful." 

And two brawny sailors took poor Dick away 
(kicking meekly) and dipped his head into the flour- 
bin until he assured them that he would behave 
better in future. 

" Life is no longer worth living," said Ralph. 
" Has anybody got such a thing as a pistol 
handy?" 

Mr. Bobstay was overcome with emotion, for he 
loved Ralph rather better than his own mother; 

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and the crew, quite unmanned, sobbed on each 
other's shoulders. 

" Come," says Ralph, " a pistol!" 




Mr. Bobstay, who was one of the most tender- 
hearted creatures living, could never refuse anything 
to the friend of his heart. So the good fellow re- 
luctantly produced a full-sized horse-pistol and pro- 
ceeded to load it as quickly as his hiccupping sobs 

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would allow him, while Ralph was taking an affec- 
tionate leave of his beloved ship-mates. 

" Here you are, Ralph," he said, handing him the 
loaded pistol. " Bless you, my boy. Be cool and 
aim straight. It it'll be soon over!" 

And the brawny seaman fairly sobbed like a girl. 

" My friends," said Ralph, " for the last time, 
farewell! And when I am dead convey my respect- 
ful compliments to Miss Josephine and tell her that 
she's done it and I hope she likes it." 

So saying, he placed the pistol to his head w r hile 
all the crew stopped their ears, for if there was one 
thing they hated more than another, it was the bang 
of an exploding fire-arm. 

But you will be surprised to hear that Ralph was 
not to die just then. Josephine, who had been 
watching all this through her cabin window- (which 
looked on to the quarter deck), couldn't stand it any 
longer. Forgetting her family pride, her brilliant 
prospects, and even her promise to her papa, she 
rushed out and flung herself into Ralph's arms with 
a shriek in which devoted love, acute anguish, hum- 
bled pride, w r ild determination, and maidenly reserve 
were perceptibly blended. She had often practised 
this shriek, so as to have it ready for emergerucies, 

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and it was much admired by her family and 
friends. 

Ralph, visibly moved, flung away the pistol, 
which exploded as it fell, making all the crew jump 
and cutting off poor Deadeye's only remaining little 
toe. Ralph embraced Josephine rapturously as the 
crew danced, shouted, and flung up their caps for 
very joy. It was arranged that the happy pair, 
accompanied by the ship's company, should steal 
away that very night at twelve, in order to be 
married without a moment's delay, and as they all 
knew a chorus which happened to fit the situation 
exactly, they sung it as loud as they could : 

Let 's give three cheers for the sailor's bride, 
Who casts all thoughts of rank aside, 
Who gives up home and fortune too, 
For the honest love of a sailor true! 

All this time Sir Joseph, in the Captain's cabin, 
was so busily occupied in explaining to Captain 
Corcoran, at great length, how tremendous a sacri- 
fice he was making in condescending to marry 
Josephine, and the Captain was listening to him so 
attentively, that neither of them heard anything of 
the noisy rejoicings I have just described. 



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T was night, and a beautiful cres- 
cent moon was shining over the 
placid blue waters of Portsmouth 
Harbour. All the hammocks had 
been taken from the receptacles 
on deck called hammock-nettings 
in which they were kept during the day, carried 
below, and hung up from hooks in the beams of the 
lower decks. The sailors who were not required on 
deck were supposed to be fast asleep in them, but 
I'm afraid they slept with one eye open, because it 
would soon be time for them to escape secretly from 
the ship in order to accompany Ralph Rackstraw 
and the beautiful Josephine to Portsmouth Town 
to be married. Josephine did not go to bed at all, 
but was busily occupied in packing up a few indis- 
pensable necessaries (not forgetting her paste-board 
nose) in a small handbag, and in writing an affeo 

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tionate farewell letter to her kind Papa. Now I 
want it to be distinctly understood that Josephine 
was very much to be blamed for the step she was 
about to take. In the first place, a young lady 
should, under no circumstances, fall in love with a 
young man greatly beneath her in social rank, and 
in the second place, no young lady should ever take 
such an important step as getting married without 
her Papa's express approval. In this case, Josephine 
had distinctly promised her Papa that she would 
never, under any circumstances, let Ralph Rackstraw 
know even that she had fallen in love with him, 
whereas here she was, actually preparing to leave 
the ship with him secretly in order that they might 
be married! It is true that it is some excuse for her 
that she revealed her affection for Ralph as the only 
means of preventing him from killing himself, but, 
having done that, she should have gone to her Papa 
without a moment's delay, and explained to him the 
dreadful circumstances under which she had felt 
bound to disclose her secret. Captain Corcoran had 
shown himself to be a most affectionate and sym- 
pathetic father, and he would, no doubt, have made 
every allowance for the distressing situation in which 
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(and I think he would) as to have provided masters 
for Ralph who would have taught him to spell and 
dance, drink soup without gobbling, eat peas with a 
fork, play bridge, and, in short, make him fit to take 
his place creditably among ladies and gentlemen. 

Poor Captain Corcoran had also been greatly 
worried by the events of the day. He had been 
severely rebuked by Sir Joseph, in the presence of 
his crew, for not having said " if you please" when 
he gave them an order; he had been greatly up- 
set by his daughter's determination to decline Sir 
Joseph's handsome offer (and also by her short and 
snappish replies to Sir Joseph's pretty speeches at 
dinner that evening) and, to crown everything, Sir 
Joseph had threatened to have him placed under 
arrest and tried by Court Martial because he did 
not rebuke Josephine for her rudeness to him at 
dinner. Of course, if the First Lord of the Admiralty 
had known anything whatever about the Navy, he 
would have been aware that no Court Martial would 
have punished Captain Corcoran for his daughter's 
rudeness; but he knew nothing at all about the 
Navy, having, as we know, been brought up in a 
solicitor's office. 

So instead of going to bed at his usual hour 

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H.M.S. "PINAFORE' 

Captain Corcoran brought his banjo on deck and 
began to sing to the moon, as sentimental people 
will do who find themselves in such low spirits that 
they cannot sleep. He had written and composed 
the song in his cabin (after Sir Joseph had retired 
to rest) and when he had practised it until he knew 
it by heart, he came up on deck to sing it. The 
moon was behind a cloud at the time but as soon 
as she became aware that a gentleman was going to 
sing to her, she politely blew the cloud aside and 
listened to hear what he had to say. 
This was the pretty song that he sang : 

1 Fair moon, to thee I sing 

Bright regent of the heavens, 
Say, why is everything 

Either at sixes or at sevens? 
I have lived hitherto 

Free from the breath of slander, 
Beloved by all my crew 

A really popular commander. 
But now my kindly crew rebel, 

My daughter to a Tar is partial, 
Sir Joseph storms, and, sad to tell, 

He threatens a Court Martial! 
Fair moon, to thee I sing, 

Bright regent of the heavens, 
Say, why is everything 

Either at sixes or at sevens? 

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The moon not being in the position to give him 
the required information, withdrew behind her cloud, 
and was seen no more. 

Captain Corcoran had no idea that anyone except 
the moon was listening to him, as he sang, but in 
point of fact, Little Buttercup, who was concealed 
by the mizen-mast, had heard his beautiful light- 
baritone voice, and her attention was arrested by 
the charm of the dainty melody. 

Now I must tell you something about Little 
Buttercup, who had had a very adventurous career. 
At the time of my story, she was a buxom, well 
preserved person, about sixty-five years of age. 
She had known Captain Corcoran all his life, and 
when he was a handsome young lieutenant of twenty 
five I am sorry to say she fell hopelessly in love 
with him, although the old goose was at least twenty 
years older than he. Lieutenant Corcoran (as he was 
then) commanded a little gun-boat called the Hot 
Cross Bun, and I should explain that a gun-boat, 
in those days, was a very small vessel, rigged some- 
thing like a miniature ship, and was armed with 
one, two, or three big guns. Lieutenant Corcoran 
was then in the very flower of manly beauty, and 
all the young ladies of Portsmouth were quite as 

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much in love with him as Little Buttercup was. Of 
course, Lieutenant Corcoran scarcely noticed Little 
Buttercup she used to wash for the ship, and he 
only saw her now and then, when she brought his 
linen aboard. At length the Hot Cross Bun 
was ordered to make ready to go to sea, and Little 
Buttercup, who couldn't bear the thought that she 
might never see him again, dressed herself in sailor's 
clothes, and presented herself on board, as a (not 
very) young man who wanted to go to sea. Captain 
Corcoran, who, as a matter of course, did not re- 
cognize her in this disguise, accepted her as a mem- 
ber of his crew, and when the Hot Cross Bun 
sailed Little Buttercup sailed with it. She was 
extremely clumsy as a sailor, but the kind-hearted 
Lieutenant, who couldn't bear to hurt anybody's 
feelines, overlooked her awkwardness in considera- 

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tion of the eager alacrity with which she endeavoured, 
however unsuccessfully, to obey all his commands. 
Indeed the crew, generally, were much more re- 
markable for gentle politeness and cheerful goodwill 
than for mere pulling and hauling. They were, 
without exception, most amiable and well-behaved 
young persons, with beautiful complexions, very 
dainty white hands, small delicate waists, and a 

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great quantity of carefully dressed back-hair. Lieu- 
tenant Corcoran was bound to admit that as sailor- 
men they were not everything that could be desired, 
(being all very sea-sick when it was not quite calm), 
but, in his opinion, they more than compensated for 
this drawback by their singularly polite and refined 
demeanour when they were quite well. 

One day (and it was a terrible day for Little 
Buttercup) he went on shore for a couple of hours, 
and returned with a beautiful young lady, whom he 
presented to his crew as his newly-wedded wife; 
upon which, to his intense discomfiture, all the crew 
gave a gurgle, and fell down in so many separate 
fainting fits, and he then discovered that, without a 
single exception, they were Portsmouth maidens 
who had dearly loved him and who had taken the 
very steps that Little Buttercup herself had taken, 
in order that they might not be separated from their 
adored Lieutenant ! Of course they were all dis- 
charged at once (his bride insisted on that), and 
Little Buttercup did not see him again for twenty 
long years. By this time he had been promoted to 
be Captain of the Pinafore ; his wife had died, and he 
was left a widower with one daughter, the beautiful 
Josephine, who is the heroine of my story. 

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From the moment that Little Buttercup learnt 
that Lieutenant Corcoran was a married man she 
determined, as a matter of course, to think of him no 
more, and, by a tremendous effort, she succeeded 
in banishing him altogether from her mind; but, 
now that he was a widower and again free to marry, 
all her old affection revived. By this time, as you 
know, she was a bum-boat woman, and in that 
capacity she enjoyed many opportunities of seeing 
and talking to Captain Corcoran, who hadn't the re- 
motest idea that she had formerly been one of the 
lady-like crew of the Hot Cross Bun, and Little 
Buttercup never mentioned the circumstance, as, to 
tell the plain truth, she was not particularly proud of it. 

As the Captain sang his song, Little Buttercup 
wondered what was the matter with him. 

" How sweetly he carols forth his melody to the 
listening moon," said she to herself. " Of whom is 
he thinking? Of some high-born beauty? It may 
be ! Who is poor Little Buttercup that she should 
expect his thoughts to dwell on one so lonely ? " 

" Ah, Little Buttercup," said Captain Corcoran, as 
he caught sight of her, " still on board? That is not 
quite right, little one all ladies are requested to 
go on shore at dusk." 

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" True, dear Captain," she replied, " I tried to go, 
but the recollection of your pale and sad face seemed 
to chain me to the ship. I would fain see you smile 
before I leave." 

" I will try," said he. 

He endeavoured to smile, but it was little more 
than a creaky mechanical grin. 

" Not good enough, Captain," replied Little 
Buttercup, "don't be faint-hearted; try again, 
because I want to go home." 

Again he tried to smile, but without success. 

"Ah, Little Buttercup," said he, "I fear it will 
be long before I recover my accustomed cheerful- 
ness, for misfortunes crowd upon me, and all my 
old friends seem to have turned against me! " 

"Do not say 'all,' dear Captain," exclaimed 
Little Buttercup. " That were unjust to one, at 
least!" 

"True," said Captain Corcoran, "for you are 
staunch to me. Good old Buttercup! " 

At this point poor Little Buttercup's resolution 
gave way. With a bitter cry she knelt at his feet, 
and sobbed loudly as she kissed his hand. 

"Little Buttercup," said Captain Corcoran, "it 
would be affectation to pretend that I do not under- 

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stand your meaning. I am touched to the heart by 
your innocent regard for me, and were we differ- 
ently situated, I think I could have returned it. 
As it is, I regret to say that I can be nothing to 
you but a friend." 

Little Buttercup, who always knew more about 
people than anybody else, knew a good deal or 
Captain Corcoran 's history, as will presently appear. 
He was not really Captain Corcoran, and she knew 
it. More than that, she knew who he really was, 
but it did not suit her to tell him just then. I 
believe that this mysterious Little Buttercup was 
able to prove, from the hidden depths of her 
miscellaneous information, that every human being 
alive was somebody else, and that no human being 
alive was what people really supposed him to be. 
Fortunately, she only revealed her knowledge bit 
by bit as it suited her, but it is terrible to think 
what an amount of confusion she might have 
created in highly respectable families if she had 
chosen to disclose all she knew at once. 

Knowing who Captain Corcoran was, and how 
little reason he really had to plume himself on his 
superior position as a Captain in the Navy, Little 
Buttercup's naturally hasty temper began to sim- 

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iner. The gipsy blood that ran in her veins gave 
her a curious power of prophesying backwards. I 
mean that she could foretell what you were, and 
remember what you will be, which is quite unlike 
the usual kind of fortune-telling that comes of 
crossing a gipsy's hand with a sixpence. She also 
possessed a remarkable power of expressing herself 
in rhyme without ever having to hunt for the last 
words of her lines, which gave a peculiar force and 
emphasis to her words, and convinced everybody 
that what she said was supernatural, and conse- 
quently true. 

So, getting gradually more and more angry with 
Captain Corcoran for despising her, as she called 
it (though he was the last person in the world to 
despise anybody) she summoned her remarkable 
rhyming ability to her aid in the following utter- 
ances : 

Things are seldom what they seem (said she) 
Skim-milk masquerades as cream; 
High-lows pass as patent leathers; 
Jackdaws strut in peacocks' feathers. 

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(It was an easy rhyme, suited to a mere be- 
ginner.) 

Black sheep dwell in every fold; (said she) 
All that glitters is not gold; 
Storks turn out to be but logs; 
Bulls are but inflated frogs. 

The captain thought lie could do as well as this, 
but he considered that it was best to confine himself 
at present to quite easy rhymes, so he said : 

So they be 
Frequentlee. 

Buttercup resumed: 

Drops the wind and stops the mill ; 
Turbot is ambitious brill; 
Gild the farthing if you will, 
But it is a farthing still. 

The Captain replied : 

Yes, I know 
That is so. 

Then, beginning to feel his feet, as the saying is, he 
ventured into deeper water: 

Though to catch your drift I'm striving, 
It is shady it is shady. 

(He repeated "it is shady" to give him time to 
think of the next rhyme, though he pretended that 
the repetition was part of the structure of the verse.) 

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I don't see at what you're driving, 
Mystic lady mystic lady! 

Having discovered that this sort of rhyming was 
much easier than it appeared at first sight to be, he 
determined to show her that other people were just 
as smart as she was, and (if you come to that) even 
a little bit smarter. 
So he began: 

Though I'm anything but clever, 
I could talk like that for ever. 
Once a cat was killed with care: 
Only brave deserve the fair. 

Very true, 
So they do. 

said Little Buttercup (mimicking his own way of 
replying to her). The Captain continued: 

Wink is often good as nod ; 
Spoils the child who spares the rod; 
Thirsty lambs run foxy dangers; 
Dogs are found in many mangers. 

Here he paused to consider what he should say 
next, and Little Buttercup (to give him time) said, 
just as before: 

Frequentlee, 
I agree. 

By this time the Captain had thought of something 
more: 

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Paw of cat the chestnut snatches ; 
Worn-out garments show new patches ; 
Men are grown-up " catchy-catches." 

Yes (said Little Buttercup) I know 
That is so. 

Then she sang, under her breath, so that nobody at 
all should hear her. 

Though to catch my drift he's striving, 

I'll dissemble I'll dissemble- 
When he sees at what I'm driving 

Let him tremble let him tremble! 

and, muttering to herself in a fashion which might 
be described, musically, as a triumph of pianissimo, 
she disappeared mysteriously into the fonvard part 
of the ship. 

Captain Corcoran though very uneasy at her 
portentous utterances was rather disposed to pat 
himself on the back for having tackled her on her 
own ground in the matter of stringing rhymes, and 
(as he thought) beaten her at it. But in this he 
was wrong, for if you compare her lines with his, 
you will see that whereas her lines dealt exclusively 
with people and things who were not so important 
as they thought themselves to be, his lines were 
merely chopped-up proverbs that had nothing to 
do with each other or with anything else. Still it 

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wasn't bad for a first attempt, and although we 
must give her the prize, I think he deserves a 
" highly commended." 

Now although Sir Joseph had gone to bed, he 
was so worried about Josephine that he couldn't 
get a wink of sleep. So as it was a beautiful warm 
night, and everybody (as he supposed) asleep, he 
thought he would go on deck in his pyjamas, and 
console himself with a cigar. Accordingly he went 
on deck, but finding that the Captain was in close 
conversation with a lady, he very properly retired 
to his cabin to put on the beautiful and expensive 
uniform of a Cabinet Minister which he had worn 
during the day, and which were the only clothes he 
had brought with him. He had completed his toilet 
and returned to the deck just as Captain Corcoran 
was endeavouring to pat himself on the back for 
his cleverness in stringing rhymes with Little 
Buttercup. 

"What are you trying to do?" said Sir Joseph, 
as he noticed that the Captain had some difficulty 
in reaching the exact part of the back which he 
wished to pat. "Can I help you? " 

" Thank you, Sir Joseph," replied the Captain, 
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self between the two shoulder blades, and and it's 
not easy to get at." 

" Allow me, Captain Corcoran," and he obligingly 
patted him on the very spot. 

" Thank you, Sir Joseph, that is capital," said 
Captain Corcoran, much relieved, " but I am sorry 
to see your Lordship out of bed at this hour. I 
hope your crib is comfortable." 

" Pretty well," said Sir Joseph, who made it a 
rule never quite to approve of anything that was 
done for him, " the fact is I am worried about your 
daughter. I am disappointed with her. To tell the 
plain truth, I don't think she'll do." 

" I'm sorry to hear that, Sir Joseph," replied the 
Captain, "Josephine is, I am sure, sensible of your 
condescension." 

" She naturally would be," said Sir Joseph, who 
was really too conceited for words. 

" Perhaps your exalted rank dazzles her," re- 
marked Captain Corcoran. 

Here again we become conscious of that nasty 
irritating little blot on the good Captain's character. 
He attached so much importance to mere rank that 
I am afraid we must put him down as just a teeny- 
weeny-wee bit of a sn-b. 

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" Do you really think it does? " asked Sir Joseph. 

" Well, she is a modest girl, and, of course, 
her social position is far below that of a Cabinet 
Minister. Possibly she feels that she is not worthy 
of you." 

Captain Corcoran knew better than that, but 
his natural kindness of heart would not allow him 
to tell Sir Joseph the plain truth that Josephine 
looked upon him as a conceited donkey, because he 
was afraid that, being a touchy old gentleman, he 
might not like that. 

"That is really a very sensible suggestion," said 
Sir Joseph. 

"See," said the Captain, "here she comes. If 
you would kindly reason with her and assure her 
officially, that it is a standing rule at the Admiralty 
that love levels all ranks, her respect for an official 
utterance might induce her to look upon your offer 
in its proper light." 

" It is not unlikely," said Sir Joseph, "and I am 
glad I am not wearing my pyjamas. Let us with- 
draw and watch our opportunity." 

So they withdrew behind the mast, as Josephine 
stepped upon deck. 

Poor Josephine was very uneasy and conscience- 

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stricken at the unjustifiable step she was going to 
take that night. As the moment for her flight ap- 
proached, she became more and more uncomfortable ; 
and as her cabin was hot, and the night lovely, she 
thought she would wait more comfortably on deck 
until the fatal moment for her departure. 

Naturally a good and honourable young laay, snc 
felt that she was doing an unpardonable thing in 
leaving her good Papa secretly in order to marry a 
man of whom she knew that he disapproved. In 
common fairness, however, it should be explained 
that it was the first time she had ever left her father 
in order to be secretly married to anybody, and she 
resolved that, after this once, nothing on earth 
should ever induce her to do so again. 

Josephine had a neat literary turn, and it was her 
practice to express, in poetical form, the various 
arguments for and against any important step that 
she contemplated taking. She had amassed quite a 
large amount of these effusions, which she was in 
the habit of singing, on appropriate occasions, to 
any airs that would fit them. So, finding herself 
quite alone (as she supposed) it occurred to her to 
sing, in subdued tones, a composition which had 
direct reference to her misguided affection for Ralph. 

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This was the song: 

The hours creep on apace, 

My guilty heart is quaking; 
Oh, that I might retrace 

The step that I am taking! 
Its folly it were easy to be showing; 
What am I giving up, and whither going? 

On the one hand, papa's luxurious home, 
Hung with ancestral armour and old brasses, 

Carved oak, and tapestry from distant Rome, 
Rare " blue and white," Venetian finger glasses, 

Rich oriental rugs and sofa pillows, 

And everything that isn't old, from Gillows'. 

And, on the other, a dark dingy room 

In some back street, with stuffy children crying, 

Where organs yell and clacking housewives fume, 
And clothes are hanging out all day a-drying: 

With one cracked looking-glass to see your face in, 

And dinner served up in a pudding basin. 

Oh, god of Love and god of Reason say 
Which of you twain shall my poor heart obey? 

But the two potentates, so pathetically appealed 
to, declined to undertake the responsibility of ad- 
vising her. I expect they both thought that she was 
quite old enough to judge for herself. 

Poor Josephine was greatly distracted at the ugly 
prospect of love in a back street that she had con- 

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jured up for herself, and her resolution began to 
waver. The social difference between her and her 
chosen husband was so enormous, and the discom- 
forts that she would be obliged to endure in the 
humble surroundings that awaited her presented 
themselves to her mind so vividly, that she had 
almost resolved that instead of eloping with Ralph, 
she would unpack her dressing-bag, put her hair 
up in Hinde's curlers, and go to bed like a good 
girl. I regret to think that, in contemplating this 
step, she was influenced solely by the fact that if she 
married Ralph she would have to surrender all the 
luxuries she was accustomed to, and that remorse 
for being about to break the heart of her affectionate 
and indulgent father did not appear to influence her 
in the least. I am very partial to Josephine, but I 
cannot regard her in the light of a thoroughly estim- 
able young lady. 

Sir Joseph endeavoured in vain to catch the words 
of Josephine's song, but she had been taught the 
Italian method of singing, which consists in " la-la- 
ing " all the vowels and allowing the consonants to 
take care of themselves, and consequently the words 
of her song were quite unintelligible to him indeed 
they might have been Hebrew for anything he 

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could tell. So when she had finished, he and Cap- 
tain Corcoran approached her. 

" Madam," said he, " it has been represented to 




me that you are appalled by my exalted rank. I 
desire to convey to you, officially, my deliberate 
assurance that if your hesitation is attributable to 
that circumstance, it is unequivocally uncalled for." 

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It is a rule at the Admiralty that when a person 
in authority has to make an announcement he is 
bound to use all the longest words he can find that 
will express his meaning. 

"Oh, indeed," replied Josephine; "then your 
Lordship is of opinion that married happiness is 
not inconsistent with discrepancy in rank?" 

This was artful on Josephine's part, for if Sir 
Joseph agreed, he would practically be admitting 
that there was no reason why Josephine should not 
condescend to marry a common sailor if she had a 
mind to do so. 

" Madam," said Sir Joseph, loftily, " I am officially 
of that opinion," and he took a pinch of snuff with 
an air that suggested that he had finally settled the 
question once for all. 

" I thank you, Sir Joseph," she replied, with a 
low curtsey. " I rt'/V/ hesitate, but I will hesitate no 
longer." And with another curtsey she retired to 
her own cabin, muttering to herself, " He little thinks 
how successfully he has pleaded his rival's cause! " 

The Captain, who shared Sir Joseph's impression 
that Josephine had made up her mind to accent him, 
was over-joyed. 

" Sir Joseph," said he, " I cannot express to you 

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my joy at the happy result of your eloquence. Your 
argument was unanswerable." 

"Captain Corcoran," replied Sir Joseph, "it is one 
of the happiest characteristics of this inexpressibly 
fortunate country that official replies to respectfully 
uttered interrogatories are invariably regarded as 
unanswerable." 

And Sir Joseph, having discharged this mouthful 
of long words, withdrew to complete his night's 
rest. 

Captain Corcoran could not conceal his exulta- 
tion. Indeed, there was no reason why he should 
as he was entirely alone. He clasped his hands, 
smiled broadly, took a long breath of relief and had 
just begun to dance the hornpipe that Sir Joseph 
had taught him (to see if he remembered the steps) 
when he was interrupted by the unexpected appear- 
ance of poor deformed Dick Deadeye, who approached 
him with the irregular jerky action of a triangle that 
is being trundled like a hoop. 

" Captain," whispered he, " I want a word with 
you!" And he placed his hand impressively on the 
Captain's wrist. 

" Deadeye! " said he, "you here? Don't! " 

"Ah, don't shrink from me, Captain!" replied 

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Deadeye. " I'm unpleasant to look at and my name's 
agin me, but I ain't as bad as I look! " 

"What do you want with me at this time of 
night? " said Captain Corcoran. 

Deadeye looked round mysteriously to make quite 
sure that they were unobserved. 

" I've come," said he, " to give you warning! " 

" Indeed ! " exclaimed the Captain, who was de- 
lighted to think that there was a chance of getting 
rid of Deadeye without hurting his feelings. " Do 
you propose to leave the Navy, then?" 

"No, no," said Deadeye, "I don't mean that. 
Listen!" 

The Captain was disappointed, but he listened, 
nevertheless. 

And in accordance with the standing rule that 
no one was ever to say anything to the Captain 
that could be sung, Dick Deadeye struck up as 
follows: 

Kind Captain, I've important information 

(Sing hey, the kind Commander that you are), 

About a certain intimate relation 

(Sing hey, the Merry Maiden and the Tar!). 

The Captain (who had his book of rhymes handy, 
consulted it for a moment and then replied : 

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(Sing hey, the mystic sailor that you are), 

The answer to them vainly I am seeking 
(Sing hey, the Merry Maiden and the Tar!). 

Of course the Captain was completely puzzled, having 
no idea what Deadeye was alluding to. So Dick 
explained: 

Kind Captain, your young lady is a sighing 
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This very night with Rackstraw to be flying 
(Sing hey, the Merry Maiden and the Tar!). 

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Captain Corcoran was dreadfully distressed at this 
piece of information, but he pulled himself together 
with an effort and replied (after a moment with his 
rhyming dictionary): 

Good fellow, you have given timely warning 
(Sing hey, the thoughtful sailor that you are), 

I'll talk to Master Rackstraw in the morning! 
(Sing hey, the cat-o'-nine-tails and the Tar!) 

And, so singing, Captain Corcoran produced from 
his pocket a beautifully inlaid little presentation 
"cat-o'-nine-tails," and, as he flourished it, he brought 
it down accidentally (but heavily) on poor Dick's back. 
Dick, grateful for any attention, pulled his fore-lock 
respectfully and trundled off into the fore-part of 
the ship. 

I ought to explain that the cat-o'-nine-tails is a 
cruel kind of whip with nine thongs, which was, at 
that time, commonly used in the Navy to punish 
badly behaved seamen, but Captain Corcoran was 
much too humane a man to use it. It happened to 
be in his pocket because it was a present from his 
dear old white-haired apple-cheeked grandmama 
which had only arrived that day. 

Dick Deadeye had warned the Captain just in 
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body of the crew, with Ralph among them, advanc- 
ing on tip-toe towards the boats which were hanging 
from irons, called davits, in the ship's side, and at 
the same time Josephine came out of her cabin with 
her hand-bag in her hand, and crept silently to where 
Ralph was standing. It was more than flesh and 
blood could stand, and, in the anger of the moment, 
the Captain exclaimed " Bother! " and brought the 
cat-o'-nine-tails down on the breach of a gun which 
happened to be handy. 

All the crew were dreadfully startled. 

"Why! what was that?" said Bob Buntline, one 
of the sailors who had not yet spoken. 

" It was only the cat," said Bill Boom. 

Bill Boom was perfectly right. It was the 
"cat." 

As Josephine met Ralph, and while the crew 
were mustering on the quarter-deck, the Captain 
glanced hastily through his rhyming dictionary, 
and, having found what he wanted, revealed himself, 
exclaiming " Hold! " 

Much alarmed and greatly astonished to find 
their Captain among them, they all held. 

Captain Corcoran advanced and seizing his 
daughter by the hand twirled her away from Ralph 

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Rackstraw, who looked like the Apollo Belvedere 
struck stupid. 

Naughty daughter of mine (sang the Captain} 

I insist upon knowing 

Where you may be going 
With these sons of the brine? 
For my excellent crew, 

Though foes they could thump any, 

Are scarcely company 
For a lady like you! " 

Ralph wasn't going to stand this. He had been 
taught by the First Lord of the Admiralty that 
a British sailor is the finest fellow in the world, and 
if you can't believe a First Lord, whom can you 
believe? So, pulling himself together he began: 

" Haughty Sir, when you address " 

" Poetry, please," said Captain Corcoran, " I 
allow no sailor to address me in prose." 

Ralph thought for a moment, and then declaimed 
(in the key of G): 

Proud officer, that haughty lip uncurl! (the Captain un- 
curled his haughty upper lip as desired] 
Vain man, suppress that supercilious sneer! (he stip- 

pressed it at once) 

For I have dared to love your matchless girl 
A fact well known to all my mess-mates here! 

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speech. I do not remember to have met it before. 

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enthusiasm, shouted their own domestic National 
Anthem, led by the energetic Mr. Bobstay: 

He is an Englishman! 

For he himself hath said it, 
And it's greatly to his credit 

That he is an Englishman! 
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But, in spite of all temptations 
To belong to other nations, 

He remains an Englishman! 

And when they had finished, all the crew wiped 
their eyes (which were full of manly tears), and 
shook hands with each other until their emotion 
had in some degree subsided. Indeed three or four 
of them were carried off in hysterics, and had to be 
revived with eau-de-Cologne, a tub of which always 
stood on the forecastle. Speaking for myself, I do 
not quite see that Ralph Rackstraw deserved so 
very much credit for remaining an Englishman, 
considering that no one seems ever to have pro- 
posed to him that he should be anything else, but 
the crew thought otherwise and I daresay they were 
right. 

Captain Corcoran hardly knew how to act, for he 
so seldom got into a tearing rage that he didn't 
know what it was considered usual for a man in 
tearing rage to do. He was anxious not to overdo 
it, and at the same time he felt that it was necessary 
to let them know that a tearing rage was what he 
was in. After some reflection, and a glance at his 
dictionary, he concluded that the best way was to 

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depart from his usual calm correct way of speaking, 
and horrify them by introducing some really unpar- 
donable language. So he exclaimed: 

In uttering a reprobation 

To any British Tar, 
I try to speak with moderation, 

But you have gone too far. 
I'm very sorry to disparage 

A humble foremast lad, 
But to seek your Captain's child in marriage, 

Why, hang it, it's too bad! 

Yes, hang it, it's too bad! 
(I don't care, I will say it, and risk the consequences) 

Yes, hang it, it's too bad! 

The crew were awestruck, for they had never, in all 
their experience of Captain Corcoran, known him to 
forget himself as far as to use an expression of this 
description. Three times too not once, but three 
times, as if he revelled in his wickedness! And 
what made the circumstance more impressive was 
that as their amazement and agitation subsided, 
they saw the First Lord of the Admiralty standing, 
apparently thunder-struck, in their midst! 

" I am appalled," said Sir Joseph, as soon as he 
could control his tongue. " Simply appalled ! " 

There was no mistake about it he was quite 
white with the shock that the Captain's language 

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had given him. He was no longer a First Lord 
he was a Monument of Pathetic Imbecility. 

" To your cabin, Sir," said he, trembling with 
emotion, "and consider yourself under the strictest 
arrest." 

" Sir Joseph," said Captain Corcoran, "pray hear 
me " 

" To your cabin, Sir ! " 

And a couple of marines marched him off under 
the command of the smallest midshipman in the 
ship. 

Sir Joseph had by this time somewhat recovered 
his composure 

" Now tell me, my fine fellow," said he, addressing 
Ralph Rackshaw, " How came your Captain so far 
to forget himself?" 

" Please your honour," said Ralph, pulling respect- 
fully at his forelock, " it was thus wise. You see 
I'm only a topman a mere fore-mast hand 

" Don't be ashamed of that," said Sir Joseph, 
"a topman is necessarily at the top of everything." 

This, of course, was not the case, but Sir Joseph, 
having been a solicitor, did not know any better. 

" Well, your honour," said Ralph, " love burns 
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deck, and Josephine is the fairest bud that ever 
blossomed on the tree of a poor fellow's wildest 
hopes! " 

Sir Joseph could scarcely believe his ears. 

"Are you referring to er Miss Josephine 
Corcoran ? " gasped Sir Joseph. 

"That's the lady, Sir," said Ralph, "in fact here 
she is, bless her little heart ! " 

And Josephine rushed into Ralph's outstretched 
arms. 

" She 's the figure-head of my ship of life the 
bright beacon that guides me into the port of happi- 
ness the rarest, the purest gem that ever sparkled 
on a poor but worthy fellow's trusting brow." 

The crew burst into tears at this lovely speech 
and sobbed heavily. It had quite a different effect 
on Sir Joseph who, forgetting all his dignity, 
danced about the deck in a blind fury. 

" You you impertilent presumtiful, disgracious, 
audastical sommon cailor," exclaimed Sir Joseph, 
chopping up and transposing his letters and syl- 
lables in a perfectly ridiculous manner, "/'//teach you 
to lall in fove with your daptain's caughter! Away 
with him to the barkest bungeon on doard!" Of 
course he meant to say " the darkest dungeon on 

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board" and would have said it if he had had his 
temper under proper control. 

Josephine clung to Ralph and declared that as he 
was to be shut up in a cell, she would go with him, 
but they were violently torn asunder, and, a pair of 
handcuffs having been placed on Ralph's wrists by 
the serjeant of 'the marines, he was taken away in 
custody. At this point Sir Joseph became calm and 
coherent again. 

" And as for you, Miss Corcoran " he began, 
but before he could say what he was going to say 
(whatever it was) Little Buttercup came forward, 
and exclaimed " Hold ! " 

"Why?" Sir Joseph asked, not unnaturally. 

" Because I have a tale to unfold," she replied. 

"We are all attention," said Sir Joseph. "Pro- 
ceed." 

And Little Buttercup proceeded thus: 

A many years ago, 

When I was young and charming, 
As some of you may know, 

I practised baby-farming,' 

The crew were most interested in this piece of 

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Little Buttercup continued: 

Two tender babes I nussed, 

One was of low condition, 
The other " upper crust," l 

A regular patrician! 

Again the crew said to each other, by way of ex- 
plaining how the case stood: 

Now this is the position 
One was of low condition, 
The other a patrician, 
A many years ago! 

This having been made quite clear to them, Little 
Buttercup continued the story: 

Oh, bitter is my cup, 

However could I do it? 
/ mixed tliosf children up, 

And not a creature knew it ! 

This was quite an inexcusable piece of carelessness 
on the part of Little Buttercup. If she had any 
doubt which was which, she could so easily have 
tied a bit of blue ribbon round the neck of one, and 
a luggage-label round the neck of the other. The 

1 A vulgar expression intended to imply that one of them be- 
longed to a family of some social importance. It is not an expres- 
sion that I can recommend for general use, but Little Buttercup 
wanted a rhyme for ' nussed,' and there was no other word handy 
that would do. 

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sailors were surprised at this culpable neglect of 
duty and replied: 

However could you do it? 
Some day no doubt you'll rue it, 
Although no creature knew it 
So many years ago! 

Little Buttercup, not heeding their interruption, 
concluded her confession thus: 

In time each little waif 

Forsook his foster-mother, 1 
The well-born babe was Ralph 
Your Captain was the other! ! ! 

Again the crew explained the situation to each 
other, that there might be no mistake about it: 

They left their foster-mother; 
The one was Ralph, our brother, 
Our Captain was the other, 
A many years ago ! ! ! 

Here was a pretty kettle of fish! Ralph was, pro- 
perly speaking, a Captain in the Navy, and Captain 
Corcoran was only a common sailor! 

"Am I really to understand," said Sir Joseph, 
" that during all these years, each has been occupy- 
ing the other's position?" 

1 That is to say, when their respective parents returned to 
England and reclaimed them. 

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"That," said Little Buttercup, "is the idea I 
intended to convey." 

"And you've done it very well," said Sir Joseph, 
and all the crew applauded so vigorously that Little 
Buttercup thought they wished to hear it all over 
again, and had actually got so far as "A many years 
ago," when Sir Joseph interrupted her: 

" Let them both appear before me at once," said 
he. 

And immediately Ralph appeared dressed in 
Captain Corcoran's uniform as a captain in the 
navy, and Captain Corcoran in Ralph's uniform as 
a man-o'-war's man! 

This had been carefully arranged by Little 
Buttercup herself. Knowing that the time had come 
when it would be necessary that she should reveal 
her secret, she had previously caused one of Captain 
Corcoran's uniforms to be conveyed to Ralph's 
quarters, and one of Ralph's uniforms to be placed 
in Captain Corcoran's cabin, with a note, pinned to 
each bundle, explaining the condition of affairs. 
Now we see what Little Buttercup meant when she 
sang those mysterious lines to Captain Corcoran 
about things being seldom what they seem, skim- 
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she was a knowing one, I can tell you, was Little 
Buttercup! 

As Corcoran (no longer a captain) stepped for- 
ward, Josephine rushed to him in amazement. 




" My father a common sailor! " she exclaimed. 
"Yes," said Corcoran, "it is hard, is it not, my 
dear? " 

During this time Ralph was too much occupied 

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in trying to catch sight of the two epaulettes which 
glistened on his shoulders, to attend to anything else. 

"This," said Sir Joseph, "is a very singular 
occurrence, and, as far as I know, nothing of the 
kind has ever happened before. I congratulate you 
. both." 

Then, turning towards Captain Rackstraw, as 
we must now call him, he said (indicating 
Corcoran), " Desire that remarkably fine seaman to 
step forward." 

" Corcoran," said Captain Rackstraw, " three 
paces to the front march!" just as Corcoran, 
when he was a captain, had said to Ralph. 

Corcoran, however, knew his rights, and wasn't 
going to stand being spoken to in this abrupt 
fashion. 

" If 7t'//<7/?" said Corcoran, touching his cap. 

" I don't understand you," said Captain Rackstraw 
haughtily. 

" If you please" said Corcoran, with a strong 
emphasis on the "please." 

" Perfectly right," said Sir Joseph, " if you 
please." 

"Oh, of course," said Captain Rackstraw, "if 
you please." 

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And Corcoran stepped forward and saluted, like 
the smart man-o'-war's man that he was. 

" You're an extremely fine fellow," said Sir Jo- 
seph, turning him round as he inspected him. 

"Yes, your Honour," said Corcoran, who was 
still too good a judge to contradict a First Lord of 
the Admiralty. 

" So," observed Sir Joseph, " it seems that you 
were Ralph and Ralph was you." 

" So it seems, your Honour," said Corcoran, with 
a respectful pull at his forelock. 

" Well," said Sir Joseph, " I need not tell you 
that, after this change in your condition, a marriage 
with your daughter will be out of the question." 

" Don't say that, your Honour," replied Corcoran, 
" Love levels all ranks, you know! " 

Sir Joseph was rather taken aback by being con- 
fronted with his own words. But, having been a 
solicitor, he was equal to the occasion. 

" It does to a considerable extent," said Sir Jo- 
seph, " but it does not level them as much as that. 
It does not annihilate the difference between a First 
Lord of the Admiralty and a common sailor, though 
it may very well do so between a common sailor 
and his Captain, you know." 

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" I see," said Corcoran; "that had not occurred 
to me." 

" Captain Rackstraw," said Sir Joseph, "what is 
your opinion on that point?" 

"I entirely agree with your Lordship," said 
Ralph, whose love for Josephine overcame all other 
considerations. " If your Lordship doesn't want 
her, I'll take her with pleasure." 

He said this because, fine fellow as he was, and 
deeply as he loved Josephine, he considered that it 
was his duty, as an officer in the Navy, to give Sir 
Joseph the first choice. 

" Then take her, sir, and mind you make her 
happy.' 

And Captain Rackstraw arranged with Josephine 
that they would go on shore at once and be married 
at once. Fortunately the clergyman was still waiting 
for them, although he had become rather impatient 
at the delay. 

During this conversation, Corcoran had a word 
or two with Buttercup, who took that opportunity 
of revealing herself to him as one of the maidenly 
crew of the Hot Cross Bun of twenty years ago. 
He was greatly touched at the story of her faithful 
devotion to him, and determined to repay it. 

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" My Lord," said he to Sir Joseph, " I shall be 
quite alone when Josephine marries, and I should 
like a nice little wife to sew buttons on my shirt 
and mend my socks." 

"By all means," said Sir Joseph. "Can you 
suggest anybody?" 

Corcoran presented blushing Little Buttercup to 
Sir Joseph, who gave her sixpence on the spot as a 
wedding present. Little Buttercup was so touched 
by Sir Joseph's liberality that she burst into tears. 

Corcoran, overjoyed, at once broke into song, 
adapting, on the spur of the moment, the well-known 
and familiar words with which he used to greet his 
crew every morning, thus: 

I was the Captain of the Pinafore ! 

And all the crew chorused : 

And a right good Captain too! 

CORCORAN. And though before my fall 
I commanded of you all, 
I'm a member of the crew! 

I shall marry with a wife 
In my humble rank of life, 

And you, my own, are she! 

[Indicating LITTLE BUTTERCUP. 
I must wander to and fro, 
But, wherever I may go, 

I shall never be unkind to thee! 

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BUTTERCUP TO SIR JOSEPH, WHO GAVE 

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And the crew sang, rather slyly: 

What, never ? 

Replied he: 

No, never! 

The crew, more slyly still : 

What, never? 

And the Captain, whose experience of his former 
wife had taught him that even the most amiable 
married people will fall out occasionally, replied: 

Hardly ever! 
Hardly ever be unkind to thee! 

And they all sang: 

Then give three cheers and one cheer more 
For the hardy seamen of the Pinafore! 

For he is an Englishman, 

And he himself hath said it, 

And it's greatly to his credit 

That he is an Englishman ! 
For he might have been a Rooshian, 
A French, or Turk, or Prooshian, 

Or perhaps I-tal-i-an! 
But, in spite of all temptations 
To belong to other nations, 

He remains an Englishman! 

In short, there were general rejoicings all round. 
Lemon ice, shoulders of mutton, ginger-beer and 

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meringues-fc-la-crhne were served out in profusion, 
and Sir Joseph, who happened to know a number 
of surprising conjuring tricks, brought a rabbit 
smothered in onions out of his left boot, to the 
intense delight of the crew. All the sisters and 
cousins and aunts of Sir Joseph tumbled out of 
bed as soon as they heard the news, and came on 
deck after a hasty toilette. A general dance fol- 
lowed in which Ralph and Josephine particularly 
distinguished themselves, and then they all went on 
shore that the clergyman (who had nearly grown 
tired of waiting and wanted to go home to his 
breakfast bacon) might join the happy couple in 
matrimony. Corcoran was married at the same 
time to Little Buttercup, and Captain Rackstraw 
most kindly gave him a week's leave that he and 
his wife might go and enjoy some sea-bathing at 
Ventnor. 

Captain Rackstraw proved to be a most excellent 
Commander, and was just as much beloved as Cap- 
tain Corcoran had been, while Corcoran took up 
Ralph's duties with enthusiasm, and became one of 
the smartest top-men on board. It is an excellent 
test of a man's character when he resigns himself 
with cheerfulness to a sudden change from dignified 

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affluence to obscure penury, and I can't help think- 
ing that, on the whole, he was a very fine fellow. 

But still I do wish he had not made that very 
unfortunate remark about being related to a peer. 





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