THE NAVAL OFFICER.
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CHAPTER V.
My life is spann'd already; ***** Go with me, like good angels, to my end.
Henry VIII.
Danger, like an ague, subtly taints
Even then when we sit idly in the sun.
Troilus and Cressida.
I had never able to regain the confidence and esteem of the first lieutenant since the unfortunate affair of the mast-head. He was certainly an excellent and a correct officer, too much so to overlook what he considered a breach of honour. I, therefore, easily reconciled myself to a separation, which occurred very soon after. We chaced a ship into the
