Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 19
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 19
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
Harry Fenwick was the son of a small landed proprietor in the
south-west of England, who, having unfortunately embarked his
whole fortune in a mercantile speculation, was, by a sudden loss,
reduced to poverty. The distress occasioned by this misfortune was
increased by the sudden death of his wife, which so preyed upon his
spirits that he soon after died of a broken heart, leaving poor
Harry and his little sister Susan unprotected in the world. But
Providence, who watches over the orphan and the destitute, soon
raised them up a protector in the person of a maternal uncle, who,
having been abroad for a number of years, had amassed a handsome
fortune, but arrived in England too late to close the eyes of his
sister. Having no children, he determined to adopt his nephew and
niece, who, from that day, became as his own. Harry was fourteen
years old on the death of his parents; and his uncle, Benjamin
Davis, determined to bring him up to his own profession—that of
a sailor. He was accordingly entered as a midshipman on board the
_Ranger_, a fifty-gun ship, where his conduct was such, that he
rose from one degree to another, till, at length, in an engagement
with a ship of superior metal, he so distinguished himself, that,
in reward for his bravery, he was promoted to the command of the
brig _Hawk_, mounting eight twelves and two short carronades, with
a crew of eighty hands, as smart fellows as ever sailed on salt
water. At the time when our story begins, Harry had left his ship
at Leith, to visit an old friend of his uncle’s, at whose house
he was a frequent visiter. Certain it is, that however much Harry
loved the yarns and company of the old tar, yet there was another
no less powerful attraction, in the person of his gentle and lovely
daughter Maria. Maria Everet was not what most people would call a
beauty; but the grace and symmetry of her slight figure, her sweet,
pensive manners, and the melodiousness of her voice, threw around
her a charm which captivated much more effectually than those whose
beauty dazzles at first sight.
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