You see that heavy brig outside the rest, painted with ten port-holes; well, she began to make sail and run away, but he fired a gun--quite a real cannon--and she had to come back again and drop her colors.

Oh, is it some very great admiral, papa?
Perhaps Lord Nelson himself; I would go and be seasick for three days to see Lord Nelson.

Papa, it must be Lord Nelson." "My dear, Lord Nelson is a little, short man, with a very brisk walk, and one arm gone.

Now let me see who this can be.

Whereabout is he now, Janetta ?" "Do you see that clumsy-looking schooner, papa, just behind a pilot-boat?
He is just in front of her foremast--making such a fuss--" "What eyes you have got, my child! You see better without the glass than I do with it .-- Oh, now I have him! Why, I might have guessed.