It may, then, be inquired, why he requested to be employed during the war? Because he liked full pay and prize-money when it could be obtained without risk, and because his wife and family were living on shore in a very snug little cottage at Ryde, in the Isle of Wight, which cottage required nothing but furniture and a few other trifles to render it complete. Marriage had not only subtracted from the courage of this worthy officer, but, moreover, a little from his honesty. Captain Capperbar (for such was his name) should have been brought up as a missionary, for he could _canvert_ anything, and _expend_ more profusely than any Bible Society. The name by which he had christened his domicile was probably given as a sort of salvo to his conscience. He called it the "_Ship_;" and when he signed his name to the expense books of the different warrant officers, without specifying the exact use to which the materials were applied, the larger proportions were invariably expended, by the general term, for "_Ship's_ use." He came into harbour as often as he could, always had a demand for stores to complete, and a defect or two for the dockyard to make good, and the admiral, who was aware of Mr Capperbar being a near resident, made every reasonable allowance for his partiality to Spithead. But we had better introduce the captain, sitting at his table in the fore-cabin, on the day of his arrival in port, the carpenter having obeyed his summons. "Well, Mr Cheeks, what are the carpenters about?" "Weston and Smallbridge are going on with the chairs--the whole of them will be finished tomorrow." "Well?" "Smith is about the chest of drawers, to match the one in my Lady Capperbar's bed-room." "Very good. And what is Hilton about?" "He has finished the spare-leaf of the dining-table, sir; he is now about a little job for the second-lieutenant." "A job for the second-lieutenant, sir? How often have I told you, Mr Cheeks, that the carpenters are not to be employed, except on ship's duty, without my special permission." "His standing bed-place is broke, sir; he is only getting out a chock or two." "Mr Cheeks, you have disobeyed my most positive orders.--By the bye, sir, I understand you were not sober last night." "Please your honour," replied the carpenter, "I wasn't drunk--I was only a little fresh." "Take you care, Mr Cheeks. Well, now, what are the rest of your crew about?" "Why, Thompson and Waters are cutting out the pales for the garden, out of the jib-booms; I've saved the heel to return." "Very well, but there won't be enough, will there?" "No, sir, it will take a hand-mast to finish the whole." "Then we must expend one when we go out again. We can carry away a topmast, and make a new one out of the hand-mast at sea. In the meantime, if the sawyers have nothing to do, they may as well cut the palings at once. And now, let me see--oh! the painters must go on shore, to finish the attics."