“Faithful,” replied he, “it appears that Tom Beazeley has deserted5 twice; still there is much extenuation6; at all events, the punishment of death is too severe, and I don’t like it—I can save him, and I will. By the rule of the services, a deserter from one service can be claimed from the other, and must be tried by his officers. His sentence is, therefore, not legal. I shall send a party of marines, and claim him as a deserter from the Navy, and they must and shall give him up—make yourself easy, Faithful, his life is as safe as yours.”
I could have fallen on my knees and thanked him, though I could hardly believe that such good news was true.
“There is no time to lose, sir,” replied I, respectfully; “he is to be shot to-morrow at nine o’clock.”
“He will be on board here to-morrow at nine o’clock, or I am not Captain Maclean. But, as you say, there is no time to lose. It is now nearly dark, and the party must be off immediately. I must write a letter on service to the commanding officer of the depôt. Call my clerk.”
I ran out and called the clerk. In a few minutes the letter was written, and a party of marines, with the second lieutenant8, despatched with me on shore. I ordered post-chaises for the whole party, and before eleven we were at Maidstone. The lieutenant and I sat up all night, and, at daylight, we summoned the marines and went to the barracks, where we found the awful note of preparation going forward, and the commanding officer up and attending to the arrangements. I introduced the lieutenant, who presented the letter on service.
“Good heavens, how fortunate! You can establish his identity, I presume.”
“Every man here can swear to him.”
“’Tis sufficient, Mr Faithful. I wish you and your friend joy of this reprieve9. The rules of the service must be obeyed, and you will sign a receipt for the prisoner.”
This was done by the lieutenant, and the provost marshal was ordered to deliver up the prisoner. I hastened with the marines into the cell; the door was unlocked. Tom, who was reading his Bible, started up, and perceiving the red jackets, thought that he was to be led out to execution.
“My lads,” exclaimed he, “I am ready; the sooner this is over the better.”
“No, Tom,” said I, advancing; “I trust for better fortune. You are claimed as a deserter from the Immortalité.”
Tom stared, lifted the hair from his forehead, and threw himself into my arms; but we had no time for a display of feelings. We hurried Tom away from the barracks; again I put the whole party into chaises, and we soon arrived at Chatham, where we embarked10 on board of the frigate. Tom was given into the charge of the master-at-arms as a deserter, and a letter was written by Captain Maclean, demanding a court-martial on him.
“What will be the result?” inquired I of the first lieutenant.
“The captain says, little or nothing, as he was pressed as an apprentice11, which is contrary to Act of Parliament.”
I went down to cheer Tom with this intelligence, and taking my leave, set off for London with a light heart. Still I thought it better not to communicate this good news until assurance was made doubly sure. I hastened to Mr Drummond’s, and detailed12 to them all that had passed. The next day Mr Wharncliffe went with me to the Admiralty, where I had the happiness to find that all was legal, and that Tom could only be tried for his desertion from a man-of-war; and that if he could prove that he was an apprentice, he would, in all probability, be acquitted13. The court-martial was summoned three days after the letter had been received by the Admiralty. I hastened down to Chatham to be present. It was very short; the desertion was proved, and Tom was called upon for his defence. He produced his papers, and proved that he was pressed before his time had expired. The court was cleared for a few minutes, and then re-opened. Tom was acquitted on the ground of illegal detention14, contrary to Act of Parliament, and he was free. I returned my thanks to Captain Maclean and his officers for their kindness, and left the ship with Tom in the cutter, ordered for me by the first lieutenant. My heart swelled15 with gratitude16 at the happy result. Tom was silent, but his feelings I could well analyse. I gave to the men of the boat five guineas to drink Tom’s health, and, hastening to the inn, ordered the carriage, and with Tom, who was a precious deposit, for upon his welfare depended the happiness of so many, I hurried to London as fast as I could, stopped at the Drummond’s to communicate the happy intelligence, and then proceeded to my own house, where we slept. The next morning I dressed Tom in some of my clothes, and we embarked in the wherry.
“Now, Tom,” said I, “you must keep in the background at first, while I prepare them. Where shall we go first?”
“Oh, to my mother,” replied Tom.
We passed through Putney Bridge, and Tom’s bosom17 heaved as he looked towards the residence of Mary. His heart was there, poor fellow! and he longed to fly to the poor girl and dry her tears; but his first duty was to his parents.
We soon arrived abreast18 of the residence of the old couple, and I desired Tom to pull in, but not turn his head round, lest they should see him before I had prepared them; for too much joy will kill as well as grief. Old Tom was not at his work, and all was quiet. I landed and went to the house, opened the door, and found them both sitting by the kitchen fire in silence, apparently19 occupied in watching the smoke as it ascended20 up the spacious21 chimney.
“Good morning to you both,” said I; “how do you find yourself, Mrs Beazeley?”
“Sit down, Jacob, sit down,” said old Tom; “we can talk of him now.”
“Yes, now that he’s in heaven, poor fellow!” interposed the old woman.
“Tell me, Jacob,” said old Tom, with a quivering lip, “did you see the last of him? Tell me all about it. How did he look? How did he behave? Was he soon out of his pain? And—Jacob—where is he buried!”
“Can you bear to talk about him?” said I.
“Yes, yes; we can’t talk too much; it does us good,” replied she. “We have done nothing but talk about him since we left him.”
“And shall, till we sink down into our own graves,” said old Tom, “which won’t be long. I’ve nothing to wish for now, and I’ll never sing again, that’s sartain. We shan’t last long, either of us. As for me,” continued the old man with a melancholy24 smile, looking down at his stumps25. “I may well say that I’ve two feet in the grave already. But come, Jacob, tell us all about him.”
“I will,” replied I; “and my dear Mrs Beazeley, you must prepare yourself for different tidings than what you expect. Tom is not yet shot.”
“Not yet, Jacob;” cried old Tom, seizing me by the arm, and squeezing it with the force of a vice7, as he looked me earnestly in the face.
“He lives; and I am in hopes he will be pardoned.”
Mrs Beazeley sprang from her chair and seized me by the other arm.
“I see—I see by your face. Yes, Jacob, he is pardoned; and we shall have our Tom again.”
“You are right, Mrs Beazeley; he is pardoned, and will soon be here.”
The old couple sank down on their knees beside me. I left them, and beckoned28 from the door to Tom, who flew up, and in a moment was in their arms. I assisted him to put his mother into her chair, and then went out to recover myself from the agitating29 scene. I remained about an hour outside, and then returned. The old couple seized me by the hands, and invoked30 blessings31 on my head.
“You must now part with Tom a little while,” said I; “there are others to make happy besides yourselves.”
“Very true,” replied old Tom; “go, my lad, and comfort her. Come, missus, we mustn’t forget others.”
“Oh, no. Go, Tom; go and tell her that I don’t care how soon she is my daughter.”
Tom embraced his mother, and followed me to the boat; we pulled up against the tide, and were soon at Putney.
“Tom, you had better stay in the boat. I will either come or send for you.”
It was very unwillingly32 that Tom consented, but I overruled his entreaties33, and he remained. I walked to Mary’s house and entered. She was up in the little parlour, dressed in deep mourning; when I entered she was looking out upon the river; she turned her head, and perceiving me, rose to meet me.
“You do not come to upbraid34 me, Jacob, I am sure,” said she, in a melancholy voice; “you are too kind-hearted for that.”
“No, no, Mary; I come to comfort you, if possible.”
“Yes, yes,” sobbed Mary, “I deserve all I suffer; and I bow in humility38. But am I not too much punished, Jacob? Not that I would repine; but is it not too much for me to bear, when I think that I am the destroyer of one who loved me so?”
“You have not been the destroyer, Mary.”
“Yes, yes; my heart tells me that I have.”
“But—I tell you that you have not. Say, Mary, dreadful as the punishment has been, would you not kiss the rod with thankfulness, if it cured you of your unfortunate disposition39, and prepared you to make a good wife?”
“That it has cured me, Jacob, I can safely assert; but it has also killed me as well as him. But I wish not to live; and I trust, in a few short months, to repose40 by his side.”
“I hope you will have your wish, Mary, very soon, but not in death.”
“Merciful heavens! what do you mean, Jacob?”
“I said you were not the destroyer of poor Tom—you have not been; he has not yet suffered; there was an informality, which has induced them to revise the sentence.”
“Jacob,” replied Mary, “it is cruelty to raise my hopes only to crush them again. If not yet dead, he is still to die. I wish you had not told me so,” continued she, bursting into tears; “what a state of agony and suspense41 must he have been in all this time, and I—I have caused his sufferings! I trusted he had long been released from this cruel, heartless world.”
The flood of tears which followed assured me that I could safely impart the glad intelligence. “Mary, Mary, listen to me.”
“Leave me, leave me,” sobbed Mary, waving her hand.
“No, Mary, not until I tell you that Tom is not only alive, but—pardoned.”
“Pardoned!” shrieked Mary.
“Yes, pardoned, Mary—free, Mary—and in a few minutes will be in your arms.”
Mary dropped on her knees, raised her hands and eyes to heaven, and then fell into a state of insensibility. Tom, who had followed me, and remained near the house, had heard the shriek26, and could no longer retain himself; he flew into the room as Mary fell, and I put her into his arms. At the first signs of returning sensibility, I left them together, and went to find old Stapleton, to whom I was more brief in my communication. Stapleton continued to smoke his pipe during my narrative42.
“Glad of it, glad of it,” said he, when I finished. “I were just thinking how all these senses brought us into trouble, more than all, that sense of love; got me into trouble, and made me kill a man—got my poor wife into trouble, and drowned her—and now almost shot Tom, and killed Mary. Had too much of human natur’ lately—nothing but moist eyes and empty pipes. Met that sergeant43 yesterday, had a turn up; Tom settled one eye, and, old as I am, I’ve settled the other for a time. He’s in bed for a fortnight—couldn’t help it—human natur’.”
I took leave of Stapleton, and calling in upon Tom and Mary, shaking hands with the one, and kissing the other, I despatched a letter to the Dominie, acquainting him with what had passed, and then hastened to the Drummonds and imparted the happy results of my morning’s work to Sarah and her mother.
“And now, Sarah, having so successfully arranged the affairs of other people, I should like to plead in my own behalf. I think that after having been deprived almost wholly of your dear company for a month, I deserve to be rewarded.”
“You do, indeed, Jacob,” said Mrs Drummond, “and I am sure that Sarah thinks so too, if she will but acknowledge it.”
“I do acknowledge it, mamma; but what is this reward to be?”
“That you will allow your father and mother to arrange an early day for our nuptials44, and also allow Tom and Mary to be united at the same altar.”
“Mamma, have I not always been a dutiful daughter?”
“Yes, my love, you have.”
“Then I shall do as I am bidden by my parents, Jacob; it will be probably the last command I receive from them, and I shall obey it; will that please you, dear Jacob?”
That evening the day was fixed45, and now I must not weary the reader with a description of my feelings, or of my happiness in the preparations for the ceremony. Sarah and I, Mary and Tom, were united on the same day, and there was nothing to cloud our happiness. Tom took up his abode46 with his father and mother; and Mary, radiant with happiness, even more beautiful than ever, has settled down into an excellent, doting47 wife. For Sarah, I hardly need say the same; she was my friend from childhood, she is now all that a man could hope and wish for. We have been married several years, and are blessed with a numerous family.
I am now almost at a conclusion. I have only to acquaint the reader with a few particulars relative to my early friends. Stapleton is still alive, and is wedded48 to his pipe, which, with him, although the taste for tobacco has been considered as an acquired one, may truly be asserted to be human nature. He has two wherries with apprentices49, and from them gains a good livelihood50, without working himself. He says that the boys are not as honest as I was, and cheat him not a little; but he consoles himself by asserting that it is nothing but human natur’. Old Tom is also strong and hearty51, and says that he don’t intend to follow his legs for some time yet. His dame52, he says, is peaking, but Mary requires no assistance. Old Tom has left off mending boats, his sign is taken down, for he is now comfortable. When Tom married, I asked him what he wished to do; he requested me to lend him money to purchase a lighter53; I made him a present of a new one, just launched by Mr Drummond’s firm. But old Stapleton made over to him the 200 pounds, left to him by Mr Turnbull, and his mother brought out an equal sum from her hoards54. This enabled Tom to purchase another lighter, and now he has six or seven, I forget which; at all events he is well off, and adding to his wealth every year. They talk of removing to a better house, but the old couple wish to remain. Old Tom, especially, has built an arbour where the old boat stood, and sits there carolling his songs, and watching the crafts as they go up and down the river.
Mr and Mrs Wharncliffe still continue my neighbours and dearest friends. Mrs Turnbull died a few months back, and I am now in possession of the whole property. My father and mother-in-law are well and happy. Mr Drummond will retire from business as soon as he can wind up his multifarious concerns. I have but one more to speak of—the old Dominie. It is now two years since I closed the eyes of this worthy55 man. As he increased in years so did he in his abstractions of mind, and the governors of the charity thought it necessary to superannuate him with a pension. It was a heavy blow to the old man, who asserted his capabilities56 to continue to instruct; but people thought otherwise, and he accepted my offer to take up his future residence with us, upon the understanding that it was necessary that our children, the eldest57 of whom, at that time, was but four years old, should be instructed in Latin and Greek. He removed to us with all his books, etcetera, not forgetting the formidable birch; but as the children would not take to the Latin of their own accord, and Mrs Faithful would not allow the rod to be made use of, the Dominie’s occupation was gone. Still, such was the force of habit, that he never went without the Latin grammar in his pocket, and I have often watched him sitting down in the poultry58-yard, fancying, I presume, that he was in his school. There would he decline, construe59, and conjugate60 aloud, his only witnesses being the poultry, who would now and then raise a gobble, gobble, gobble, while the ducks with their quack61, quack, quack, were still more impertinent in their replies. A sketch62 of him, in this position, has been taken by Sarah, and now hangs over the mantel-piece of my study, between two of Mr Turnbull’s drawings, one of an iceberg63, on the 17th of August ’78, and the other showing the dangerous position of the Camel whaler, jammed between the floe64 of ice, in latitude65 —, and longitude66 —.
Reader, I have now finished my narrative. There are two morals, I trust, to be drawn67 from the events of my life, one of which is, that in society we naturally depend upon each other for support, and that he who would assert his independence throws himself out of the current which bears to advancement68; the other is, that with the advantages of good education, and good principle, although it cannot be expected that everyone will be so fortunate as I have been, still there is every reasonable hope, and every right to expect, that we shall do well in this world. Thrown up, as the Dominie expressed himself, as a tangled69 weed from the river, you have seen the orphan70 and charity-boy rise to wealth and consideration; you have seen how he who was friendless secured to himself the warmest friends; he who required everything from others became in a situation to protect and assist in return; he who could not call one individual his relation, united to the object of his attachment71, and blessed with a numerous family; and to amass72 all these advantages and this sum of happiness, the only capital with which he embarked was a good education and good principles.
Reader, farewell!
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