most affect to satisfy so great a number; whilst of what they mislike there should be nothing but a monstrous wastefulness ever a going on, because there is not one who careth for a taste of it."

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much desire to be like as yourself," said Master Francis, "for it must be manifest unto all that you are as excellent in the most admirable scholarship as you are in every kind of thing necessary for the statesman and comman

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"And why should you not be like me?" enquired his patron, kindly. "Do as I have done. matter how many and how pressing be your occupations of the day, give but five hours to sleep, and six to study, and you shall find time, as I have, for the acquiring of a proficiency in such matters as some think me perfect in. I began life with no better advantage than yourself-scarce so muchfor when I went with the volunteers into France, and had little beside my sword to help me, I was then but about seventeen years of age. However, by doing of what I have said, and throwing away of no opportunity for honourable advancement, I have become what I am. And why should you not be like me?"

His secretary did hesitate in giving him an answer, and seemed a little disturbed; and when his patron repeated the question he grew more embarrassed in his countenance.

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Supposing I possessed the wondrous talents you have shewn, which cannot be imagined a moment," at last he observed, with a manner that looked as if he were ill at ease. "My birth must be an insurmountable bar to my rising above what your goodness hath made me."

"You will have that Holdfast, then, for your father!" exclaimed Sir Walter.

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"I have spoke to my uncle on the subject," replied Master Francis, and he hath assured me there can be no doubt of it."

"I had rather it had been otherwise for your sake," said his patron, with all sincerity of heart; then, as if desirous of changing the subject, he pointed out to his secretary the little bark that had accompanied the Lion's Whelp, breasting the waves very gallantly at the distance of half a mile astern, with all her sails spread out. Both watched her progress with exceeding interest, for truly it was a pleasant sight to look upon so small a ship-the only one thing visible in the wide expanse of waters, save a few porpoises, nearer at hand, sportively tumbling about-dancing over the huge billows as lightly as a rose-leaf.

"She smacks along at a brave rate," observed Sir Walter, "seemingly as if she were proud of the adventurous spirits she carries. Well, they be noble hearts, sure enough, yet are they of the same sort of stuff as have been many others since the days of

Columbus, who boldly dashed through unknown seas in vessels of no greater burthen."

"It seemeth to me, that for a daring spirit, the mariners of England bear the palm from all others," remarked the secretary.

"That do they, whether in the fight or in quest of adventure,” replied Raleigh.

"The consideration of this hath put me upon the writing of a ballad," said Master Francis.

"'Tis a stirring subject, and I should like to hear what you have made of it," added his patron. Upon this his young companion gave a paper out of his vest (with some modest apologies for its imperfectness), the which Sir Walter opening, did read aloud, as followeth :

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"Old Neptune rules no more the ever rolling seas,

And from their ozier beds have fled the Oceanides;

And despots of the earth that sought to sway the waves, Though they, like Xerxes, flung them chains, could never make

them slaves.

The mem'ry of the ark hath vanished from them now,

And unesteemed the Bucentaur may bare her golden prow;

Whilst fearfully to port the Argosie must flee,

For the Mariners of England are lords of all the sea!

"A voice that pierced the world was shouted from the isles,
Where Phoebus in his glory, o'er a land of freemen, smiles;
The Adriatic heard, and started at the sound,
The billows of the Bosphorus made each a loftier bound;
Far o'er th' Atlantic waste that voice in thunder roars,
And now the vast Pacific sends its echoes from her shores;
And every Ocean deep cried out, 'Come bow the knee,
For the Mariners of England are lords of all the sea !'

"No more shall England's foes her island throne put down, Since Hawkins, Frobisher, and Drake, have proved she wears the crown;

No more Armadas now will come to work her shame,

Since Howard made th' Invincible' to wear a meaner name; Nor shall her gallant ships fear all the power of Spain,

Since they have spoiled the Spanish coast and swept the Spanish

Main ;

And dread of foreign rule in England shall not be,

For the Mariners of England are lords of all the sea!"

What Sir Walter Raleigh might have said upon the ballad know I not, for just as he had finished the perusing of it, there came the master of the ship to him on pressing business, and returning the paper to Master Francis, he did give up his attention entirely to the other.

CHAPTER VIII.

Aspasia. He has a cozening face

You meant him for a man?

Ant. He was so, madam.

Asp. Why then 'tis well enough.

Never look back,

You have a full wind and a false heart, Theseus.

Does not the story say his keel was split,

Or his masts spent, or some kind rock or other
Met with his vessel ?

Ant. Not as I remember.

Asp. It should have been so.

BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;

I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk;

I'll play the orator as well as Nestor;
Deceive more slyly than Ulysses could:

And send the wond'rous Machiavel to school.

SHAKSPEARE.

AFTER staying of several days at Teneriffe without being joined by any of his ships, Sir Walter Raleigh proceeded on his way to Trinidad, and cast anchor at a Spanish settlement called of the colonists Puerto de los Españoles, where, to his great joy he found a part of his squadron. From the bay the town had a very goodly aspect, being of some size. The houses were principally those of the natives, and were built of wood very pleasant