Even Mr.Thomas, here, and your young namesake can hardly hope to run out more line than that.

Well, as for myself, I only desire to live through this war, that I may again see His Majesty's arms triumphant; though they do tell me that we are in for a good thirty years' struggle.

Wars _have_ lasted as long as _that_, Sir Wycherly, and I don't see why this may not, as well as another." "Very true, Dutton; it is not only possible, but probable; and I trust both you and I may live to see our flower-hunter here, a post-captain, at least--though it would be wishing almost too much to expect to see him an admiral.

There has been _one_ admiral of the name, and I confess I should like to see another!" "Has not Mr.Thomas a brother in the service ?" demanded the master; "I had thought that my lord, the judge, had given us one of his young gentlemen." "He thought of it; but the army got both of the boys, as it turned out.
Gregory was to be the midshipman; my poor brother intending him for a sailor from the first, and so giving him the name that was once borne by the unfortunate relative we lost by shipwreck.

I wished him to call one of the lads James, after St.James; but, somehow, I never could persuade Thomas to see all the excellence of that pious young man." Dutton was a little embarrassed, for St.James had left any thing but a godly savour behind him; and he was about to fabricate a tolerably bold assertion to the contrary, rather than incur the risk of offending the lord of the manor, when, luckily, a change in the state of the fog afforded him a favourable opportunity of bringing about an apposite change in the subject.