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Title: Newton Forster
The Merchant Service

Author: Captain Frederick Marryat

Release Date: May 21, 2007 [EBook #21557]

Language: English

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Newton Forster, or the Merchant Service, by Captain Marryat.

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Captain Frederick Marryat was born July 10 1792, and died August 8 1848.
He retired from the British navy in 1828 in order to devote himself to
writing. In the following 20 years he wrote 26 books, many of which are
among the very best of English literature, and some of which are still
in print.

Marryat had an extraordinary gift for the invention of episodes in his
stories. He says somewhere that when he sat down for the day's work, he
never knew what he was going to write. He certainly was a literary
genius.

"Newton Forster" was published in 1832, the third book to flow from
Marryat's pen. It was the first of his nautical books in which the hero
is not in the Royal Navy.

This e-text was transcribed in 1998 by Nick Hodson, and was reformatted
in 2003.

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NEWTON FORSTER, OR THE MERCHANT SERVICE, BY CAPTAIN FREDERICK MARRYAT.

VOLUME ONE, CHAPTER ONE.

And what is this _new_ book the whole world makes such a rout about?--
Oh! 'tis out of all plumb, my lord,--quite an irregular thing; not one
of the angles at the four corners was a right angle. I had my rule
and compasses, my lord, in my pocket.--Excellent critic!

Grant me patience, just Heaven! Of all the cants which are canted in
this canting world--though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst,
the cant of criticism is the most tormenting! STERNE.

What authors in general may feel upon the subject I know not, but I have
discovered, since I so rashly took up my pen, that there are three
portions of a novel which are extremely difficult to arrange to the
satisfaction of a fastidious public.

The fi