Blyth's lieutenancy was on the books, and the way they carry things on now, and shoot poor fellows' heads off, he might have been a post-captain in a twelvemonth.

And now there seems nothing on earth before him better than Holy-Orders." "Admiral Darling is kind enough to think," said Scudamore, in his mild, hesitative way, blushing outwardly, but smiling inwardly, "that I am too good to be a clergyman." "And so you are, and Heaven knows it, Blyth, unless there was a chance of getting on by goodness, which there is in the Navy, but not in the Church.

Twemlow, what is your opinion ?" "It would not be modest in me," said the Rector, "to stand up too much for my own order.

We do our duty, and we don't get on." "Exactly.

You could not have put it better.