He shoots half your pheasants with his wooden leg by moonlight.

What your Chaplain said to him was entirely profane in the turn of a text of Holy-Writ; and it shows how our cloth is spoiled by contact with yours"-- for the Admiral was laughing to himself at this old tale, which he would not produce before young Scudamore, but loved to have out with the Rector--"and I hope it will be a good warning to you, Squire, to settle no more old gunners on your property.

You must understand, Mr.
Scudamore, that the Admiral makes a sort of Naval Hospital, for all his old salts, on his own Estates." "I am sure it is wonderfully kind in him," the young man answered, bravely, "for the poor old fellows are thrown to the dogs by the country, when it has disabled them.

I have not seen much of the service, but quite enough to know that, Mr.Twemlow." "I have seen a great deal, and I say that it is so.

And my good friend knows it as well as I do, and is one of the first to lend a helping hand.