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er uncle the admiral and his career--"distinguished, but wandering," as she summarized it. I remember little of this lesson save that it dispensed--wisely, no doubt--with the use of the terrestrial globe; that it included a description of the admiral's country seat in Roscommon, and an account of a ball given by him to celebrate Mrs. Stimcoe's arrival at a marriageable age, with a list of the notabilities assembled; and that it ended in her rapping Doggy Bates over the head with a ruler, for biting his nails. From that moment anarchy reigned. It reigned for a week. I have wondered since how our six day-boys managed to refrain from carrying home a tale which must have brought their parents down upon us _en masse_. Great is schoolboy honour-- great, and more than a trifle quaint. In any case, the parents must have been singularly unobservant or singularly slow to reason upon what they observed; for we sent their backward sons home to them each night in a mask of ink. Saturday came, and brought the usual half-holiday. We boarders celebrated it by a raid upon the back yard of Rogerses--Bully Stokes being temporarily incapacitated by chicken-pox--and possessed ourselves, after a gallant fight, of Rogerses' football. Superior numbers drove us back to our own door, where--at the invocation of all the householders along Delamere Terrace--the constable intervened; but we retained the spoil. At the shut of dusk, as we kicked the football in triumph about our own back yard, Mrs. Stimcoe sought me out with a letter to be conveyed to Captain Branscome. I took it and ran. The lamplighter, going his rounds, met me at the corner of Killigrew Street and directed me to the alley in which the captain's lodgings lay. The alley was dark, but a little within the entrance my eyes caught the glimmer of a highly polished brass door-knocker, and upon this I rapped at a venture. Captain Branscome opened to me. The house had no passage. Its front door opened directly upon a whitewashed room, with a round table in the centre, covered with charts. On the table, too, stood a lamp, the light of which dazzled me for a moment. On the walls hung the captain's sword of honour (above the mantelpiece), a couple of bookshelves, well stored, and a panel with a ship upon it--a brig in full sail--carved in high relief and painted. My eyes, however, were not for these, but for a man who sat at the table, poring over the charts, and li
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