THE
NAVAL OFFICER.
CHAPTER I.
"Our boat has one sail,
And the helmsman is pale;
A bold pilot, I trow
Who should follow us now,"
Shouted he.
As he spoke, bolts of death
Specked their path o'er the sea.
- ¢ And fear'st thou, and fear'st thou?
And see'st thou, and hear'st thou?
And drive we not free
O'er the terrible sea,
I and thou?"
Shelley.
The reader may think I was over fastidious, when I inform him that I cannot describe the disgust I felt at the licentious impurity of manners which I found in the midshipman's berth; for although my connexion with Eugenia was
