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Title: A sailor's life under four sovereigns
Year: 1899 (1890s)
Authors: Keppel, Henry, Sir, 1809-1904
Subjects: Great Britain. Royal Navy
Publisher: London : Macmillan and co., limited New York, The Macmillan company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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cimen of a man ascould well be seen. Among the good fellows there were CaptainPorter, Lieutenant Hope Grant, and Cornet JackSpalding, the greatest dandy I ever saw, and whenWilliam IV. shaved the cavalry he left his petregiment, rather than part with his moustache. Novem- During my stay in Nottingham a ball took place, ber, De- which, owing to the uniform of the Lancers and thepink coats of hunting men, was a much more brilliantaffair than I had been accustomed to. I was aston-ished at the arrival in the middle of the dancing ofmy friend Wildman, his wife and sister, fromNewstead. They at once decided, as there was nohunting, I must return with them. Snow falling,they took an early departure, before midnight. At 2 a.m. I followed in what was called a yellowbounder—alight carriage on four wheels, withouta coach-box, C-springs, and post-boy riding. I cameup with the Wildman coach half-way, snowed up.It was agreed that I should go with them, and mypair as leaders to their four. cember.
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J ioo A Sailors Life chap, vi 1829. It took us eight hours to reach Newstead Abbey. We were snowed up for some weeks, but I did notcare. With Mrs. Wildmans sister, Miss Preisig, Ivalsed the evenings away. 1830. However, letters reached at last, bringing my January, appointment to the Galatea. I managed to catch the mail at Leicester. It wasfreezing sharp, and only one outside place. Luckily,I found a friend, Dr. Pettigrew, who was attached tothe household of the Duke of Sussex. But for himI think I should have died. Myself fortified withcloaks and rugs, and the doctor with lozenges, wearrived the following morning at the Bull Inn,Aldgate. I subsequently found there was more painin thawing than being frozen. My kind friend thrust me into a hackney coach,with all the straw he could collect from the inn. Istarted, jolting over the rough pavement, for mygrandmothers residence, 10 Berkeley Square. Re-storing animation was greater pain than that offreezing, but, being close to Gunters, rest

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