It was probably about this time, also, that he became, according to Polwhele, a member of the Truro Corporation. He soon, however, removed to Flushing, near Falmouth, a curious little village, which had for Pellew, as we have seen, family associations, and where his elder brother, Samuel Humphry, formerly a surgeon of Marines, was collector of the Customs. In 1786 we find him on board the _Winchelsea_, and once more on the Newfoundland station, into every harbour of which he squeezed his ship with the utmost intrepidity, often exhibiting remarkable feats of personal strength and activity. The _Winchelsea_ was paid off in 1789, and till 1791 Captain Pellew served in the _Salisbury_, of 50 guns, again on the Newfoundland station; and this time with his younger brother, Israel, as first lieutenant. He afterwards became Admiral Sir Israel Pellew, K.C.B.--an officer whose distinguished career was scarcely less illustrious than that of his more celebrated brother. He was born at Flushing in 1761, and died at Plymouth in 1832. His ship, the _Amphion_, of 32 guns, blew up in the Hamoaze, Plymouth, on 22nd September, 1796, and only her commander and a few others escaped with their lives. Once again the distasteful 'piping times of peace' came round; and Pellew, for want of something to do, turned farmer. His experiments in this capacity were made on the little family estate of Treverry, near Falmouth; but they were a failure; and the declaration of war against France, in February, 1793, promised him a most agreeable relief after his enforced idleness. He was appointed to the _Nymphe_ (formerly a French frigate) of 36 guns; and, to Cornishmen at least, his connexion with this ship--manned as she was for the most part by Cornish miners, eighty of whom joined her at Spithead--is one of the most interesting parts of his career. On the evening of 19th June, 1793, the _Nymphe_ came up with the French frigate _Cleopatra_,[124] of 40 guns, and after a furious cannonade of three-quarters of an hour, the Cornish crew, most of whom had certainly smelt powder before (underground), though none had ever before heard a cannon fired, had the proud delight of seeing the enemy's pennant hauled down, and of capturing the first frigate in the war,--thus illustrating Drayton's lines in his 'Barons' Warres': 'For courage no whit second to the best, The Cornishmen, most active, bold, and light.'