'And he has found his brother, Jonathan; his twin-brother!' 'Yes--sir.' 'His brother Francis--that was supposed to be lost! But it's a long story, Jonathan!--and a very wonderful one!--his poor mother has long been dead!' '_In coelo quies!_' said Jonathan, casting up his eyes. 'But his brother has turned up again.' '_Resurgam!_' said the butler. 'They will be here in ten days--so let everything be in readiness, Jonathan. God bless my soul!' continued the old gentleman, 'I hardly know what I'm about. It's a Spanish girl, Jonathan!' [Illustration: 'Resurgam!' _said the butler._] 'What is, sir?' 'What is, sir!--why, Captain Templemore's wife; and he was tried as a pirate!' 'Who, sir?' 'Who, sir? why, Francis, his brother! Jonathan, you're a stupid old fellow!' 'Have you any further commands, sir?' 'No--no!--there--that'll do--go away.' And in three weeks after this conversation, Captain and Mrs. Templemore, and his brother Frank, were established in the house, to the great delight of Mr. Witherington; for he had long been tired of solitude and old Jonathan. The twin-brothers were a comfort to him in his old age: they closed his eyes in peace--they divided his blessing and his large fortune--and thus ends our history of THE PIRATE! THE THREE CUTTERS CHAPTER I CUTTER THE FIRST Reader, have you ever been at Plymouth? If you have, your eye must have dwelt with ecstasy upon the beautiful property of the Earl of Mount Edgcumbe: if you have not been at Plymouth, the sooner that you go there the better. At Mount Edgcumbe you will behold the finest timber in existence, towering up to the summits of the hills, and feathering down to the shingle on the beach. And from this lovely spot you will witness one of the most splendid panoramas in the world. You will see--I hardly know what you will not see--you will see Ram Head, and Cawsand Bay; and then you will see the Breakwater, and Drake's Island, and the Devil's Bridge below you; and the town of Plymouth and its fortifications, and the Hoe; and then you will come to the Devil's Point, round which the tide runs devilish strong; and then you will see the New Victualling Office--about which Sir James Gordon used to stump all day, and take a pinch of snuff from every man who carried a box, which all were delighted to give, and he was delighted to receive, proving how much pleasure may be communicated merely by a pinch of snuff; and then you will see Mount Wise and Mutton Cove; the town of Devonport, with its magnificent dockyard and arsenals, North Corner, and the way which leads to Saltash. And you will see ships building and ships in ordinary; and ships repairing and ships fitting; and hulks and convict ships, and the guardship; ships ready to sail and ships under sail; besides lighters, men-of-war's boats, dockyard-boats, bumboats, and shore-boats. In short, there is a great deal to see at Plymouth besides the sea itself: but