The Story of the "Britannia": The training ship for naval cadets. With some account of previous methods of naval education, and of the new scheme of 1903.Statham, Edward Phillips
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The Story of the "Britannia": The training ship for naval cadets. With some account of previous methods of naval education, and of the new scheme of 1903.
Statham, Edward Phillips
Britannia (Ship); Great Britain. Royal Navy; Naval education -- Great Britain
"The pleasure of seeing one's own face in print is a mixed and
doubtful one, even when in miniature: but, magnified to about double
the original and working size, it becomes an atrocity, and the King's
guard will, we sincerely hope, forgive the jeers which greeted their
appearance."
Among other competitions instituted in these later days was a poem; at
first sight, it might seem more appropriate to include this among the
_Britannia_ games, but the following prize poem, by Cadet A. H.
Taylor, demands a better fate:--
YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND: UP TO DATE.
Ye submarines infernal
That prowl beneath the seas,
Who ne'er shall brave, in future years,
The battle or the breeze,
Your deep-sea warpath take again
Where you need fear no foe,
And creep through the deep
Where six-pound shells don't go.
Though the battle rages up above,
You're safe down there below.
The tops of conning towers
Start up from every wave,
For you are blind as moles below,
And light and air ye crave.
Where Tryon, Drake, and Shovel lie
Ye submarines now go,
As ye creep, etc.
Now battleships and cruisers
The seas no longer sweep,
Since danger lurks beneath the waves
A dozen fathoms deep;
With Whitehead's fell torpedoes
You pot them from below,
As ye creep, etc.
The meteor flag of England
Shall still terrific burn,
And submarines that start from Brest
Shall never more return:
The T. B. D.'s will nab them when
They rise to get a blow;
Though they creep through the deep
Where six-pound shells don't go,
Their men can't stand the tinned air long,
Though they're safe down there below.
[Illustration: THE "BRITANNIA" DRESSED FOR THE KING'S BIRTHDAY.
_Photo: W. M. Crockett, Plymouth._]
The "tinned air" is a right merry conceit; it is to be hoped that the
prophetic words of the last verse may come true in case of war. We are
doing a good deal of business in the matter of "tinned air" in England
just now, which ought to assist in keeping the "meteor flag" flying.
The officers who commanded the _Britannia_ during the 'nineties--and
after, are as follow:--
Captain A. B. Thomas, appointed September 8th, 1892.
Captain A. W. Moore, appointed April 17th, 1894.
Captain the Hon. A. G. Curzon-Howe, appointed April 21st, 1897.
Captain M. P. O'Callaghan, appointed February 20th, 1900.
Captain C. H. Cross, appointed April 22nd, 1903.
Captain Thomas had to resign his appointment through ill-health.
Captain Cross is still in command, and will probably see the end of
the _Britannia_ as at present constituted.
During the 'nineties no fewer than 1,554 cadets entered, which,
together with 618 in the next three years, makes a total of 2,172 in
the thirteen years under consideration in this chapter. On this head
some details will be found in the concluding chapter.
CHAPTER VIII.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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