"Why, Jack, if we had a parson aboard, he'd be the feller to 'sorcise' en, I thinks they calls it; but the blue uns be so werry revengeful that I'd rather leave 'em to you. I wouldn't a-minded havin' a touch at a grey or a green un, but a blue un's rather too terrible for to meddle with." "Bill, you're right," remarked the "I aint no scholard," said Jack; แ All hands make sail!" accompanied by two shrill pipes, broke up all the coteries, and brought both officers and men as fast as they could move on deck. Very exact reports of the feelings of the ship's company were duly brought to the captain, and which created in him much anxiety, for he knew full well the force such notions have on seamen, and he determined if possible to detect the delusion and put an end to it. That same night Blue Squid again appeared, and increasing apprehensions on the next day were manifest. The first lieutenant had been several times with the captain early in the afternoon, and there were many conjectures rife among the men. About six bells the master-at-arms affixed to a stancheon on the main-deck the following placard, which was eagerly read and told to the men : "Whereas some person has, for some time past, been personating a ghost, and by so doing caused weak and timid men great alarm, and has excited wicked and superstitious ideas, contrary to the articles of war and sincere religion; any person Many a gallant fellow licked his lips and drew the back of his hand over his mouth at the very thought of getting drunk without the fear of Jack Whyte's heavy arm and cat. None more longed for the reward than Jack himself; but Jack, with all his bearishness and apparent recklessness, was not a bad diplomatist when his own pleasures were concerned; and, after having heard the placard read by every body who would read it to him (for that was a feat far above Jack's scholarship), he thus accosted his messmate, Bill Jones : "I say, little Bill, half a gallon ain't enough; you and I could get through that at two spells: but a gallon or two would give a sup all round. Let us tell 'em as how that the reward will be doubled to-morrow, or else Tom Weeks or thusty Ben will risk it." "I agrees with you," rejoined little Bill. "If it had been a grey one, such as them Hosiers, half a gallon might have done; but, for a blue 'un, half a gallon ain't like our captain: a gallon and a half, fair measure, ain't none too much!" To the entire surprise of every one, the ghost, just after seven bells in the middle watch, appeared, gliding over the tank, then just abaft the foremast, and disappeared, to be apparent presently on the lower deck, and then to disappear through the galley, where the black cook, turning pallid, threw at it a heavy ladle, which, he exultingly declared on the body right in two, but which was all quarter-deck, had cut the ghost's blue flame and joined again directly. The men were very uneasy, and convictions of wreck and disasters were openly expressed. The captain was much puzzled and walked the quarter-deck, on the following morning evidently not at ease. As he turned to walk forward he saw, what we call on shore, a deputation, on the opposite gangway, veering and hauling, Jack Whyte shoving Bill Jones forward, and Bill backing astern as if he thought the captain a hypogriff ready to eat him. Weeks, and several more, whose heads shifted over the shoulders before them as if they could only see with one eye over each shoulder. The captain, to give the deputation time to marshal themselves, looked at the compass, then aloft, then spoke to the quartermaster, and at last walked slowly on. Jack Whyte now gave Bill so powerful a shove, that he arrived, holding fast a love lock with one hand, and hitching up his waistband with the other, within three paces of the captain, and was then just getting stern-way, when he heard, "Well, my lads, what do you want? Don't back and fill there, but come here and say what you have to say!" Bill, finding that his companions had closed up and that there was no retreat, still holding on by his love curl and giving two or three successive hitches to his waistband, at length began, 66 Please, sir, that 'ere blue ghost, if he had been a grey 'en like them o' Hosiers, half a gallon would be fair enuff; but, sir, hopes no offence, we hopes as 't is a blue 'en as how you'll incurrage us, as they be, by all 'counts, terrible dangrous!" To reason with them would have been useless, and the captain quickly replied, "Bring him to me by to-morrow morning, and you shall have two gallons, and leave to drink it!" Jack Whyte's eyes glistened, and no sooner had the deputation reached the forecastle when Jack exclaimed, "Two gallons! I'll have him, or he me! Two gallous, Bill, and his word's his bond! for, if ever he promised a fellow a taste o' the cat, he never failed to give it him!" The night was far advanced, and no ghost appeared; it was almost the morning watch, and Jack and Bill were between two 18-pounders on the starboard side of the main-deck, and Weeks and two more farther forward on the larboard side, wellnigh tired of watching, had turned down for a snooze, believing that the ghost would not come. Suddenly an exclamation of terror from the black cook, whose hammock was near the galley, roused Jack and Bill, and, to their horror, they saw Blue Squid all on fire gliding towards them! They screened themselves behind the gun, one peeping underneath the muzzle, the other round the breech, both incapable of moving, and Blue Squid passed on unmolested; as to the remainder of the watch under the half-deck, not one moved hand or foot. The ghost swept round, look ing all white and blue. "Two gallons!" whispered Bill. The words acted like a charm, and, in an instant, both sprung upon Blue Squid with a yell which was responded to with stifled sounds by many. Jack, as pale as ashes, had gripped the poor ghost with spasmodic force, while Bill had seized him about the legs. A squeaking voice from Blue Squid exclaimed, "Oh. Jack, don't squeeze me to death!" Jack neither heard nor heeded, but, in a half-choked growl, ordered Bill and others, who had now come to assist, to "histe up his legs and the lect carry him, fire and all, tennant of the watch." Still Blue Squid squeaked not to be killed. The sentry had entered the cabin, and, standing as upright as a post, touched his ramrod and said, "Please, sir, the ghost is ketched!" The captain slipped on his clothes, the first-lieutenant hastened on deck; as eight bells had struck, the watch had been called and nearly all hands were on deck, and clustered on the gangways and the forepart of the quarter-deck to see the captured ghost. "Bring a lantern here!" called out the captain. It might have been a question whether Blue Squid's whitened or Jack's pallid face were not of the same hue. The lantern was held so as to thrown the light in it upon Blue Squid's face; it dropped from the quartermaster's hand, who, with an unmentionable prefix, exclaimed, "It's Tom the tailor!" No one who had been scared by him looked half so scared as the wretched culprit. The captain gazed for a moment, and then sharply said,"Master-at-arms, put that ghost, double-legged, in irons. I'll flog you to-morrow!" Poor Squid was carried off to the gun-room, and there prevented by the bilboes from per forming any more pranks, and his paraphernalia were taken possession of by the ship's corporal. The watch went below, the captain to his cabin, and, excepting the chatter for a few minutes about the event, the ship was as quiet as a dormouse's nest in winter. On the following morning the hands were turned up to punishment, and Blue Squid stripped and lashed with his feet to a grating, his hands to a capstan-bar across a thick plank, on which his body rested. The poor wretch was merely skin and bone, and excited feelings of compassion rather than of anger. "Now, sir," said the captain, "give an account of this shameful procceding." Blue Squid, with a tremulous voice, begged for mercy. "Your only chance of a partial remission will depend on your giving an account of this affair." Please, sir-oh, pray sir, don't flog me! I'm sure, sir, it will kill me!" Speak, sir, give an account of your conduct!" 46 Well, sir, I am very thin and sickly, and can't get any flesh upon my bones. I am a tailor by trade, sir, and Mr. Lovell, sir, pressed me one night at Plymouth when I was returning from taking home some work; and when I said, 'Sir, I am only a tailor, and not a sailor,' he said, 'The very chap we want, for our tailor is not worth a groat!' I prayed him, sir, for the sake of my wife and little ones, to let me go Here all were poor Blue Squid sobbed, and silent, the captain's lip quivered, and we then knew how it would end. Jack Whyte wound up his cat. "Go on, sir!" said the captain. He required more than he could at that moment have performed. any thing to eat. Then they put me, in addition to my trade, to tend upon the doctor and the sick. I was very hungry, and was sad afraid that I should never see my wife and little ones again; and so I took a sheet, and then rubbed a little magnesia on my face." The doctor at this was heard to murmur, when poor Squid looked ""T was up in a piteous tone, said, very little, sir." "Well, sir, what then?" asked the captain. "I fretted, sir, as you, sir, might, and grew thinner and thinner. Every body asked me to work, and some offered me that nasty grog" (Jack began to handle his cat), "but never tle "I took the top of your fish-ket "What! he say, my fish-kittle ?" asked the Negro cook. "Silence!" said the captain. "And warming it over the sick bay-stove, rubbed on it a little phosphorus, and then came through the bulkhead where a plank is loose, and went to the lower deck and just took a mite of bread from each bag, just to keep body and soul together, that I might see my wife and babes again ; and that, sir, is the truth." There was a dead silence; Jack held down his head, and put his cat behind him. "I'll never do so no more, sir, but I used to play the ghost in Hamlet whenever Mr. Jones's company came our way." The tone and utter misery of the poor fellow were, for a moment, forgotten, and a titter was irrepressible. "Cast him off!" said the captain. A murmur of sympathy and gladness was heard from all hands. Squid bowed low to the captain, and shuffled off. Jack stopped him as he passed with, "I say, Squid, come and take a toothful of grog with us to-night!" The captain was thoughtful, and walked to his cabin. Poor Blue Squid was sent for on the quarter-deck the day but one after we anchored at Spithead, by the captain, who handed him his discharge and five guineas, and obtained for him a passage to Plymouth, where he again rejoined his wife and little ones. A WALK FROM LONDON TO FULHAM. PART III. FROM LITTLE CHELSEA TO WALHAM GREEN. AFTER What has been said respecting Shaftesbury House, it may be supposed that its associations with the memory of remarkable individuals are exhausted. This is very far from being the case; and a long period in its history, from 1635 to 1699, remains to be filled up, which, however, must be done by conjecture, although so many circumstances are upon record, that it is not impossible others can be produced to complete a chain of evidence that may establish among those who have been inmates of the ADDITIONAL WORKHOUSE OF ST. GEORGE'S, HANOVER SQUARE startling as the assertion may appear -two of the most illustrious individuals in the annals of this country; of one of whom Bishop Burnet observed," * that his "loss is lamented by all learned men;" the other, a man whose " great and distinguishing knowledge was the knowledge of human nature or the powers and operations of the mind, in which he went further, and spoke clearer, than all other writers who preceded him, and whose Essay on the Human Understanding is the best book of logic in the world." After this, I need scarcely add, that BOYLE and LOCKE are the illustrious individuals referred to. saw The amiable John Evelyn, in his Diary, mentions his visiting Mr. Boyle at Chelsea on the 9th March, 1661, in company "with that excellent person and philosopher, Sir Robert Murray," where they " divers effects of the eolipile for weighing air." And in the same year M. de Monconys, a French traveller in England, says, fus avec M. Oldenburg,† et mons fils, L'après diné je à deux milles de Londres en carosse pour cinq chelins à un village nommé le petit Chelsey, voir M. Boyle." 66 was no other house at Little Chelsea of sufficient importance to be the residence of the Hon. Robert Boyle, where he could receive strangers in his laboratory and shew them his great telescope; and, moreover, notwithstanding what has been said to prove the impossibility of Locke having visited Lord Shaftesbury on this spot, local tradition continues to assert that Locke's work on the HRman Understanding was commenced in the retirement of one of the summer-houses of Lord Shaftesbury's residence. This certainly may have been the case if we regard Locke as a visitor to his brother philosopher, Boyle, and admit his tenancy of the mansion previous to that of Lord Shaftesbury, to whom Locke, it is very probable, communicated the cir cumstance, and which might have indirectly led to his lordship's purchase of the premises. Be that as it may, it is an interesting association, with some thing more than mere fancy for its support, to contemplate a communion between two of the master-minds of the age, and the influence which their conversation possibly had upon that of the other. Boyle's sister, the puritanical Countess of Warwick, under date 27th November, 1666, makes the following note: "In the morning, as soon as dressed, I prayed, then went with my lord to my house at Chelsea, which he had hired, where with I was all that day taken up business about my house." Whether this refers to Little Chelsea or not is more than I can affirm, although there are reasons for thinking that Shaftesbury House, or, if not, one which will be subsequently pointed out, is the house alluded to. Charles, the fourth Earl of Orrery, Now at this period there probably losopher, was born at Dr. Whittaker's and grand-nephew to Boyle the phi * Funeral Sermon preached at St. Martin's in the Fields, 7th January, 1691. † See Birch's Life of Boyle, p. 114. + MS. Diary. house at Little Chelsea on the 21st July, 1674. It was his grandfather's marriage with Lady Margaret Howard, daughter of the Earl of Suffolk, that induced the witty Sir John Suckling to write his wellknown "Ballad upon a Wedding," in which he so lusciously describes the bride: "Her cheeks so rare a white was on, Who sees them is undone; Her lips were red; and one was thin, The second Earl of Orrery, this Doctor Baldwin Hamey, an eminent medical practitioner during the time of the Commonwealth, and a considerable benefactor to the College of Physicians, died at Little Chelsea on the 14th of May, 1676, after an honourable retirement from his professional duties of more than ten years. lord bishop of Gloucester, in 1709, who died at his house here on the 26th August, 1714; and Sir William Dawes, lord bishop of Chester, in 1709, who, I may add, died Archbishop of York in 1724. But in Mr. Faulkner's History of Chelsea, published in 1829, nothing more is to be found respecting Sir Bartholomew Shower than that he was engaged in some parochial law proceedings in 1691. Sir Edward Ward's residence is unnoticed. The Bishop of Gloucester, who is said to have been a devout believer in fairies and witchcraft, is enumerated among the inhabitants of Paradise Row, Chelsea (near the hospital, and full a mile distant from le petit Chelsey); and Sir William Dawes, we find from various entries, an inhabitant of the parish between the years 1696 and 1712, but without "a local habitation" being assigned to him. All this is very unsatisfactory to any one whose appetite craves after maplike accuracy in parish affairs. Mr. Faulkner's History of Kensington, published in 1820, and in which parish the portion of Little Chelsea on the north side of the Fulham Road stands, mentions the residence of Sir Bartholomew Shower, an eminent lawyer, in 1693; Sir Edward Ward, lord chief baron of the Exchequer, in 1697; Edward Fowler, Bowack, in 1705, mentions, that "At Little Chelsea stands a regular handsome house, with a noble courtyard and good gardens, built by Mr. Mart, now inhabited by Sir John Cope, Bart., a gentleman of an ancient and honourable family, who formerly was eminent in the service of his country abroad, and for many years of late in parliament, till he voluntarily retired here to end his days in peace.' And here Sir John Cope died in 1721. Can he have been the father of the " Hey, Johnnie Cope, are ye wauking Or are ye sleeping, I would wit? O fye, Cope! rise up in the morning!" -of the Sir John Cope who was forced to retreat from Preston Pans in "the 45," and against whom all the shafts of Jacobite ribaldry have been levelled? Faulkner says that this house, which was 66 subsequently occupied by the late Mr. Duffield as a private madhouse, has been pulled down, and its site is now called Odell's Place, a little eastward of Lord Shaftesbury's;" that is to say, opposite to Manor House Asylum, and Sir John Cope's house was |