The Titanium Shipley

It has become a reality, dear Shipley. I feel very strange--a curious sensation in the throat, just as if I was going to cry, and yet it is exactly what I have been longing for. You know better than any one howI had set my heart on going to sea, and yet I thought that I should never manage it. But, after all, here I am, really and truly a midshipman; at least a volunteer of the first class, as we are called now. The first time I put on my uniform, with my gold-band cap and dirk, I could not help every now and then looking at the gold lace on my collar and the buttons with the anchor and crown, and very pretty and nice they looked; and I do believe that this half-reconciled poor mamma,and Fanny, and Mary, and dear little Emily to my going when they saw me with them on. I'll tell you how it all happened. Uncle Tom came to stay with us. He had been at the Hall a week when, the very day before I was to go back to school, while we were all at breakfast, he got along official-looking letter. No sooner had he torn it open and glanced at its contents, than he jumped up and shook papa by the hand, the kissed mamma, exclaiming, "They do acknowledge my services, and in a handsome way too, and they have appointed me to the Juno intended forthe South American station; the very ship I should have chosen! I must have Pringle with me. No nonsense, Mary. He wants to be a sailor, and a sailor he shall be. He's well fitted for it. I'll have no denial.It's settled--that's all right." (I had been telling him the day before how much I wanted to go to sea.) He carried his point, and set all the household preparing my kit, and then posted off for London, and rattled down to Portsmouth to hoist his flag. He is not a man to do things by halves. In three days I followed him. The ship was nearly ready for sea. Most of the officers had joined. There was only one vacancy,which I got. Another Commander had been appointed, who had been superseded, and he had selected most of the officers. Many of my messmates are good fellows, but of others the less said about them the better, at least as far as I could judge from the way they behaved when I first went into the berth. We carry thirty-six guns . There is the main deck, on which most of them are placed, and the upper deck, which is open to the sky, and where all the ropes lead, and where some guns are, and the lower deck, where we sleep in hammocks slung to the beams,and where our berth is; that is the place where we live--ourdrawing-room, and parlour, and study, and anything else you please .There is a table in the centre, and lockers all round, and if you want to move about you have to get behind the other fellows' backs or over the table. Under it are cases and hampers of all sorts, which the caterer has not unpacked. He is an old mate, and keeps us all in order.His name is Gregson. I don't know whether I shall like him. He has been a great many years a midshipman; for a mate is only a passed midshipman who wants to be a lieutenant, but can't. He has nointerest--nobody to help him on--so there he is growling and grumbling from morning to night, declaring that he'll cut the service, and go and join the Russians, and make his country rue the day; but he doesn't, Andi believe he wouldn't, if they would make him an admiral and a countoff-hand. My chief friend they call Dicky Snookes. His real name,though, is Algernon Godolphin Stafford, on which he rather prides himself. This was found out, so it was voted that he should bere-christened, and not be allowed under dreadful pains and penalties to assume his proper appellation in the berth; so no one thinks of calling him anything but Snookes. He is getting not to mind it, which I am gladof, as he does not seem a bad fellow, and is up to fun of all sorts.There is another fellow who is always called Sire Jones or My Sire, because he is as unlike what you would suppose a nobleman to be aspossible. Then there is Gregry. His real name isDamion Craig,which was voted too long, so, as poor fellow he has lost an eye, he was dubbed Polyphemus, which was soon turned into Gregry. I haven't got anew name yet, so I hope to stick to my own. I have picked up a good many more bits of information during the three days I have been onboard, but I have not time to tell them now. I will though, don't fear.I hope to be put in a watch when we get to sea. I don't mean inside asilver case, to go on tick!--ha!--ha!--ha! but to keep watch under a lieutenant, to see what the ship is about, and to keep her out of scrapes. Good-bye, dear old fellow, I'll tell you more when I can.--Your affect brother, Shipley The capstern went round with a merry tune--the boatswain's whistle sounded shrilly along the decks with a magic effect--the anchor was hoveup--the sails were let fall and but a few minutes had passed, after the Commander gave the word of command, before the ship, under a wide spread of snowy canvas, was standing down the Solent towards the Needle passage. It was a lovely summer's day, the sky was blue and so was the water, and the land looked green and bright, and the paint was so fresh,and the deck so black, and the officers in their glittering uniform had so polished an appearance, and the men in their black trousers and shirts with worked collars and natty hats, looked so neat and active as they sprang nimbly aloft, or flew about the decks, that I felt very proud of the frigate and everything about her, and very glad that I had come to sea. To be sure matters below were not quite in the same order just then.