Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century -- Fiction; Napoleonic Wars, 1800-1815 -- Fiction
In my weak state this blow was too much for me, and I fainted. How long
I remained in that state I cannot say; but when I came to my senses I
found myself still down in the cabin. I rallied as well as I could, but
it was some time before I could take up the letter again, and finish it.
He stated that his lordship had left me all his personal property,
which was all that he could leave--that the library and wines were of
some value, and that there would be about a thousand pounds left at the
banker's, when the funeral expenses and debts had been paid. "Oh! if he
could but have left me his family name!" I cried, "it was all I
coveted. My father! my kind father! I may really say who will lament
your loss as I do?" I threw myself on the pillow of the sofa, and for a
long while shed bitter tears, not unmixed, I must own; for my grief at
his death was increased by my disappointment in having for ever lost the
great object of my wishes.
The lieutenant of the cutter came down into the cabin, and I was
compelled to hide my emotion. I complained of headache and weakness,
and, collecting the letters, I again lay down in the standing bed-place,
and, drawing the curtains, I was left to my own reflections. But there
was a sad tumult in my mind. I could not keep my ideas upon one subject
for a moment. I was feverish and excited, and at last my head was so
painful that I could think no more. Fortunately exhaustion threw me
again into a sound sleep, and I did not wake till the next morning.
When I did, I had to recollect where I was and what had happened. I
knew that there was something dreadful which had occurred; again it
flashed into my memory. Lord de Versely was dead. I groaned, and fell
back on the pillow.
"Are you very ill, Captain Keene!" said a voice close to me. I opened
the curtains, and perceived that it was Cross, who was standing by my
bedside.
"I am indeed, Cross, very ill; I have very bad news. Lord de Versely is
dead."
"That is bad news, sir," replied Cross--"very bad news, worse than
losing the frigate. But, Captain Keene, we must have our ups and downs
in this world. You have had a long run of good fortune, and you must
not be surprised at a change. It is hard to lose your frigate and your
father at the same time--but you have not lost your life, which is a
great mercy to be thankful for."
I turned away, for my heart was full of bitterness. Cross, perceiving
my mood, left me, and I remained in a state of some indifference, never
rising from the bed-place during the remainder of the time that I was on
board.
On the second day we arrived at Heligoland, and I was requested by the
governor to take up my quarters with him, until an opportunity occurred
for my return to England. My spirits were, however, so much weighed
down that I could not rally. I brooded over my misfortunes, and I
thought that the time was now come when I was to meet a reverse of the
prosperity which I had so long enjoyed.
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