Blue Jackets; or, The Adventures of J. Thompson, A.B., Among "the Heathen Chinee": A Nautical NovelGreey, Edward
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Blue Jackets; or, The Adventures of J. Thompson, A.B., Among "the Heathen Chinee": A Nautical Novel
Greey, Edward
Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
Mr. Shever considered himself an ill-used individual, and would bore the
carpenter and gunner with long-winded accounts of his former greatness.
Of course he was very circumspect in his behaviour, knowing he would be
turned out of the ship if the captain knew of his previous conduct
towards the men. Finding it would not do to swear, he became very pious,
and under the ministry of Silas Bowler, a converted Royal Marine, was,
as the latter gentleman expressed it, "gathered to the flock." It was
truly a wonderful alteration, and one calculated to give his shipmates
disgust for the particular faith to which the boatswain was a convert.
Like most illiterate persons, he took to the musical portion of his
belief, and would sit and sing hymns for hours together, much to the
disgust of the midshipmen, whose mess-room adjoined his cabin; and it
was not an uncommon occurrence to have the warrant-officer and Silas
Bowler howling a portion of hymn No. 31, Utah edition, which ran thus:--
"Oh! how delightful 'tis to see
A sinner turned to saint,"
while the irreverent middies would drown the hymn of praise by singing,
"Oh! how disgusting 'tis to see
Our boatswain turning saint."
Whereupon Shever would cease his howl, and pour forth a jargon of hard
words and impious phrases, during the delivery of which the mischievous
wags in the gun-room would groan and ejaculate after the manner of the
particular saints of whom Mr. Bowler was a shining light. The boatswain
imagined by these means to attract the attention of his commander or
first lieutenant, but he was undeceived when the former told him "that
he did not wish his ship turned into a conventicle," and the latter
reprimanded him as follows:--
"I would be most loath to incur the accusation of insensibility to the
sublime chords of sacred melody, but must formally state, as my candid
opinion, that the howls which issue from your cabin strike my auricular
nerves in a manner diametrically opposed to the suggestion of aught
celestial, and produce an effect the reverse of enchanting. With regard
to your supplications to heaven, I would strongly suggest the propriety
of their being made in a less audible manner, as it is beyond the bounds
of possibility for me to surrender myself to the soothing influence of
somnolence during the performance of your orations."
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