“’Tis use and experience, Pardon, that makes men of us all. I should
know something of batteries, having seen so many wars, and I served a
campaign of a week, in that very fort, when the rumour came that the
French were sending cruisers from Louisburg down the coast. For that
matter, my duty was to stand sentinel over that very cannon; and, if I
have done the thing once, I have twenty times squinted along the piece,
to see in what quarter it would send its shot, provided such a calamity
should arrive as that it might become necessary to fire it loaded with
real warlike balls.”
“And who are these?” demanded Pardon, with that species of sluggish
curiosity which had been awakened by the wonders related by the other:
“Are these mariners of the slaver, or are they idle Newporters?”
“Them!” exclaimed the tailor; “sure enough, they are new-comers, and it
may be well to have a closer look at them in these troublesome times!
Here, Nab, take the garment, and press down the seams, you idle hussy;
for neighbour Hopkins is straitened for time, while your tongue is
going like a young lawyer’s in a justice court. Don’t be sparing of
your elbow, girl; for it’s no India muslin that you’ll have under the
iron, but cloth that would do to side a house with. Ah! your mother’s
loom, Pardy, robs the seamster of many an honest job.”
Having thus transferred the remainder of the job from his own hands to
those of an awkward, pouting girl, who was compelled to abandon her
gossip with a neighbour, she went to obey his injunctions, he quickly
removed his own person, notwithstanding a miserable limp with which he
had come into the world, from the shop-board to the open air. As more
important characters are, however, about to be introduced to the
reader, we shall defer the ceremony to the opening of another chapter.
Chapter II.
Sir Toby. “Excellent! I smell a device.”
_Twelfth Night._
The strangers were three in number; for strangers the good-man
Homespun, who knew not only the names but most of the private history
of every man and woman within ten miles of his own residence
immediately proclaimed them to be, in a whisper to his companion; and
strangers, too, of a mysterious and threatening aspect. In order that
others may have an opportunity of judging of the probability of the
latter conjecture, it becomes necessary that a more minute account
should be given of the respective appearances of these individuals,
who, unhappily for their reputations, had the misfortune to be unknown
to the gossipping tailor of Newport.
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