Well, she was a smart, kindly-hearted lass, and I was glad in my heart that the old seaman should have such a one to look after him.
Here, then, was one good friend settled down finally for life.

Another warned me that I was wasting my best years in the hamlet.

A third, the most respected of all, advised me openly to throw in my lot with the insurgents, should the occasion arise.

If I refused, I should have the shame of seeing my aged father setting off for the wars, whilst I lingered at home.

And why should I refuse?
Had it not long been the secret wish of my heart to see something of the great world, and what fairer chance could present itself?
My wishes, my friend's advice, and my father's hopes all pointed in the one direction.
'Father,' said I, when I returned home, 'I am ready to go where you will.' 'May the Lord be glorified!' he cried solemnly.