had struck out from the ship when they found her going over, a
greater number would have been picked up; instead of that, afraid to
trust themselves in the water, they stuck by her, and they and a large
number who got into the launch were drawn down with the ship, and all
perished. The foreman of the plumbers, whose boat was lashed head and
stern, was with all his men drawn into the vortex as the ship went down,
and not one of them escaped. It was a sad sight, ten days or a
fortnight afterwards, to see the bodies which were picked up; some were
buried in Kingston churchyard, near Portsmouth, and a large number in an
open spot to the east of Ryde. Some time afterwards a monument was put
up in Kingston churchyard, to the memory of the brave Admiral Kempenfelt
and his ship's company. A court of inquiry was held, when Captain
Waghorn was honourably acquitted, and it came out, that in so rotten a
state was the side of the ship, that some large portion of her frame
must have given way, and it is only a wonder that she did not go down
before. When I come to think that she had upwards of one thousand tons
of dead weight and spirits on board, it is surprising that she should
have held together.

An attempt was made soon afterwards to raise the _Royal George_, and
very nearly succeeded, as she was lifted up and moored some way from the
spot where she went down; but a heavy gale coming on, some of the
lighters sank, and the gear gave way, and she was again lost. It was
whispered that on account of her rotten state the Admiralty had no wish
to have her afloat, but that might have been scandal.

Having now said everything which people will care to hear about the fine
old ship, I will go on with the history of the little boy saved from the
wreck.

CHAPTER FIVE.

I must pass over the next seven years of my life and that of my young
charge Harry, for that was the name Susan was certain the young lady
called him. He sometimes spoke of himself as "Jack Tar," but probably
he had heard his friends call him so, because he was dressed like a
little sailor. We were puzzled what surname to give him. The captain
and Mrs Leslie and the young ladies and Susan and I talked it over, and
at last settled to call him George, after the old ship; one of the young
ladies thought Saint for saint would sound better, and so he went by the
name of "Harry Saint George."

I was at first greatly afraid that he would be taken from us, for a
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