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fended, with orders for his entertainment in the Refectory, among the Monks of Canterbury; but here, as usual, he became intoxicated, and, O! horrible! let out the trick he had put upon the two Abbots, when he was sent back under a guard, with his arms pinioned behind, and a young urchin to ramble in his trunk hose. Dreadfully lacerated by the thorns on the back of the restless hedge-hog, and at a late hour, Joslyne arrived at Saint Radagand's; nor had this sharp punishinent the power to reclaim him, but another fatal event soon worked a change. The weather was cold, the fire in the Hall burnt low, drunken Joslyne was reproved by the Monks for inattention, and driven by them not to return with out good store of fuel : he had barely cleared the walls of the Abbey, when mecting a poor widow of Buckland leading a young ass with fire-wood braced to its saddle, the strong man of Barbam took the fore legs of the animal over his shoulders, and re-entering the Hall, placed the billets, beast and all, with his heels upwards, on the reviving embers; the fire scorched the defenceless creature, till his dreadful braying brought the wondering brotherhood from their cells to relieve him, and the alarmed Abbot came hastily to know if the devil had got among the Friars. Upon an explanation of the matter, the Abbot was so offended, that he ordered Joslyne to be turned for that evening from the Abbey ; the night was dark, and his inebriated state would not permit him to travel, he therefore entered the pig-sty he had that morning prepared for several swine, just taken up from pannage, when, rolling himself in the clean straw, sleep overtook him, but to wake no more. The morning came, no Joslyn made his
appearance at the Abbey, enquiry was made after him to little purpose, till at length the drunkard was found stretched a corpse, and his bowels eaten out by the wild swine he had the day before driven from the woods. With all his faults, his loss was regretted, and to prevent thc recurrence of a similar catastrophe, the good Abbot of Bradsole caused these words to be deeply engraved on the stone over the chimney. piece of the Monk's Refectory :- Remember the fate of Joslyn the drunkard.”
MEMOIRS OF HARRY PAULET,
A TRUE BRITISH SEAMAN.
There is a daring spirit in the natives of the British Isles, not to be paralleled by the inhabitants of any other nation. The general conduct of our soldiers while under a good commander, evince this possession, but that of our seamen more particularly so, because the sphere of their actions is far more extended on the great and dangerous waters of the world, than that of an army encamped on a mountain, or entrenched before the battlements of a well-defended city; and that which adds the most brilliant lustre to their character is mercy. It is enough for a Briton to conquer, he seeks no revenge, no act of cruelty, while he follows his victory, it is enough for him that he has done his duty to his King and country,
A true bred seaman is our nation's boast,
He'll leave his ALL! and fight for you again. There are actions on record which might do honour to the most elevated of mankind. In Portugal it is well attested, the soldier has divided his meal with the prisoner under his guard, and that the sailor has turned nurse to his wounded captive. The Lion is here blended with the Lamb, by this stamp our Britons are known, and by the liberal, respected through the universe. If it were necessary, I could narrate many instances to strengthen what I advance, but those who are acquainted with the influence of good discipline, will give me credit for my assertions : one instance which comes within my own humble knowledge, I cannot repress. As Captain Jackson, of the Lady Juliana transport, was returning to England, he beheld from the quarter-deck something like a raft: the baat being ordered out, the men rowed towards it, when to the great joy of the sufferers, the crew came up to a float with five men upon it, the Captain and part of the company belonging to a French frigate that had sunk in a tempest. Every act of humanity was used towards them, on their arrival at Portsmouth, the unfortunate men were permitted to come on deck, one of the party had gold
in a purse, and the Captain a superb watch in his pockot ;, these were presented to Captain Jackson, with expressions of thanks for his kindness towards, them, but they were instantly returned, with this enlightened speech, truly worthy a Briton :- Gentlemen, keep your property, it will serve you iu a strange country-as for me, I have done no more than my duty to God and to man, and I make no doubt, that should you meet Englishmen in the same sort of distress in which I found you, that no national inisunderstanding will prevent you from cxercising the like humanity towards them. Here, though the fury of war raged in every part of Europe, resentment was lost in humanity, and upon the Captain's representation, our government placed the aliens, well fed and well clothed, upon their own' shores. There is another principle to which our seamen are eminently attached, denial upon temptation to enter a foreign service. Some have been known to suffer death from a resistance to French importunities, and others to endure all the terrors of the dungeon, and privations of cruel task-masters. I am speaking of men bred to the service, who can navigate, and have a knowledge of the shores of the world. Such a one I am about to describe for the imitation of posterity, who in the most ample degree possessed those virtues which every patriotic spirit will join with me to commend.
Mr. Harry Paulct, commonly called Duke of Bolton, King of Vine-street, and Governor of Lambeth Marsh, was for many years a public character in that neighbourhood, and whose funeral was attended not long since by many hundreds from real affection, for Harry had been eyes to the blind, and limbs to the cripple, and his bounty to this day is the theme of Pedlar's Acre. Mr. Parsons, the comedian, who was Mr. Paulet's neighbour and intimate friend, has soinetimes de. clared in my hearing, and with the greatest gravity, that he would rather give a crown to hear Harry Paulet relate the conduct of one of Hawke's battles, than sit gratis by the most celebrated orator of the day. "There was (said Parsons) a manner in his heart-felt narrations that was certain to bring. his auditors into the very scene of action, and at the moment he described the victory I have seen a dozen labouring men at the sign of the Crown, opposite Vine-street, Lambeth, rise together, moved as it were by an irresistible impulse, and give three cheers, while Harry took breath to relate more of that Admiral's exploits. This man, whose love for his country cannot be excelled, was in the year 1758 Master of
English vessel in North America, and trading up the river sawrence, was taken by the enemy: he remained a prin
poner under Montcalm, at Quebec, who refused to exchange him on account of his pert knowledge of the various coasts, the strength of Quebec, and of Louisbourg, with the different soundings. They therefore came to a resolution to send him to France, to be kept a prisoner during the war, and with such intent he was embarked on board a vessel ready to sail with dispatches to the French Government. Being the only Englishman on board, Harry was admitted to the cabin, where he took notice one day, that the packet hung in an exposed situation in a canvass bag, for the purpose of being thrown overboard on any danger of being taken by an enemy. This he marked as the object of a daring enterprise, becoming a British sailor, and shortly after, in consequence of the vessel being obliged to put into Vigo for provisions and in-' telligence, Harry put his design into execution.
There were two English men of war lying at anchor. Mr. Paulet thought this a proper opportunity to make his meditated attempt, he therefore one night, while the tide set in, and when all but the watch were asleep, took the packet out of the bag, and having fixed it in his mouth, silently let himself down to the water, and to prevent being discovered, floated on his back to the bows of one of the English ships, where he secured himself by the cable, and calling for assista ance, was immediately taken on board with the packet. The Captain, charmed with this bold adventure, treated Paulet with great humanity, and presented him with every necessary clothing, particularly with a suit of blue, trimmed with gold lace and velvet, which Harry retained to the day of his dissolution, as a memento of the exploit. The dispatches being translated, proved to be of the greatest consequence to our affairs in North America, and Mr. Paulet was sent with copies of them over-land to Lisbon, and from whence he was brought to Falmouth in a sloop of war, and immediately set out for London.
Upon Mr. Paulet's arrival in town, being first examined by the secretaries in administration, he was rewarded agreeable to the nature of his services; but what is most remarkable, an expedition was instantly formed upon a review of these dispatches, and our successes in North America, under Wolfe and Saunders, are in a great measure to be attributed to the attachment of Mr. Harry Paulet to the interest of his country
66 On higher springs true men of honour move, Free in their service and unbought their love; When danger calls and honour leads the way With joy they follow, and with pride obey.”
In all Mr. Paulet's conduct we shall see him guided by this kind of honour or love to bis country, which I take to be the most noble stimulus, because the most disinterested, and without which, no true honour can exist. Besides these ser. vices, there were others with which our hero was entrusted, and as faithfully discharged. At length it was considered but justice to reward Mr. P. for what he had done, when the nation gave him a sum of money, and the full pay of a Lieu. tenant for life, with which and other advantages, for he had always been provident, Harry bought himself a stout vessel, for he could never bear a life of inactivity. Here fame takes some liberty with the character of Mr. P. by asserting that Harry would run to the French Coast, and there take a cargo of brandy for the use of his friends at home, but be that as it may, Mr. Paulet was one morning returning as the cnemy's fleet had stole out of Brest Harbour, commanded by Monsieur Conflans, while Admiral Hawkc lay hid behind the rocks of Ushant, to wait his motions : and now prompted by his unbought love for his country, Påulet careless of his own interests, soon ran up to the English Admiral, and demanded to speak with him, he was ordered to make fast his vessel and come on board. Upon his entrance Paulet acquainted the Commander with all he knew of the enemy, when Hawke told him if his information was correct, he would make his fortune, on the contrary, he would have him hung up at the main yard. The fleet was instantly under weigh, and upon Paulet's direction to the master, for he was an excellent pilot, the Admiral was presently jp sight of the French fleet bearing towards our shores, with all the gallantry of a confident enemy; and now the Admiral ordered Paulet into his vessel and bid him bear away, but to shew “when danger calls and honour leads the way” his inclination to obey the latter, Harry requested of the Commander, that as he had been instrumental in finding the enemy, he might be per. mitted to assist in beating him, this request was instantly complied with, and Paulet had his station appointed, at which no man could behave better during the engagement. When the battle was over, this true-born Englishman was serit home with the news, covered with commendations and shortly after rewarded with that which enabled him to live happy and to do good for others which was his first delight. Mr. Paulet possessed a frechold estate in Cornhill, London, and scarce a tradesman in Vine-street, and Pedler Acre, Lambeth, but enjoyed an advantage from his bounty. Thus lived this daring British Seaman, this lionest lover of bis