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At first Tristan made believe to the men of Whitehaven that his friends were merchants of England come peacefully to barter; but as these strange merchants passed the day in the useless games of draughts and chess, and seemed to know dice better than the bargain price of corn, Tristan feared discovery and knew not how to pursue his quest.
Wordsworth was a native of Cockermouth, and Tickell, the poet, and Addison's friend, was born at Bridekirk, two miles distant. Inns: The Globe and Sun. WHITEHAVEN, a market-town and seaport, in Cumberland, near the cliffs called Scilly Bank, in the parish of St. Bees, contains about 16,000 inhabitants. The Lowther family have large estates around the town, with many valuable coal-mines.
"I must write one more book a sea tale " he said, "to show what can be done in this way by a sailor!" The stirring struggles of the American Revolution again enlisted the author's loyal pen-service in the character of that bold adventurer, John Paul Jones, and his cruise in The Ranger, when he made his daring descent upon Whitehaven and St.
A more lucrative office the collectorship of Whitehaven was subsequently offered to him; but he declined it, "nor would exchange his Sabine valley for riches and a load of care." Though Wordsworth's life at Rydal was a retired one, it was not that of a recluse.
"No, no; any port but Liverpool." "Will Whitehaven do?" "The best of all places." "I will return as quickly as possible." "But it is raining heavily, and the park is so gloomy. Let me go with you." "I must go alone." He looked at her with sorrow and tenderness and bitter shame.
He seemed to hesitate. "Yes," he replied, "and sorry I am to say it. But a man must live. It was no place for a gentleman, and I left of my own accord. Before that, I was on a slaver out of Whitehaven." "You must know Whitehaven, then." I said it only to keep the talk going, but I remembered the remark long after. "I do," said he. "'Tis a fair sample of an English coast town.
Only so high," raising his hand some four feet from the deck. "I was so small, and looked so queer in my little blue jacket, that they called me the monkey. They'll call me something else before long. Did you ever sail out of Whitehaven?" "No, Captain." "If you had, you'd have heard sad stories about me.
In that year John Paul Jones surprised the guards at Whitehaven during the night, spiked the guns of its defenses, and prepared to burn a number of ships at anchor there. The arrival of reenforcements frustrated this plan and the American seamen were recalled to their vessels. Whitehaven never forgot, and now it has a new chapter in its martial record.
In their wanderings thence they fell in with a party of loyalist soldiers, who escorted them safely to Dromore, whence they made their way across sea to the widow's former home at Whitehaven...." What became of this Mrs. Nicholson does not appear. "Her son William, during his sojourn in Cumberland, had become a Quaker."
"I followed him to Whitehaven, and found out that he had gone away in a ship that never came home. Mother and Launcie were in bad bread when he left, and she never fretted for him as she did for Tom." "Why did you not tell me all this before?" "I said to myself, there's time enough yet to be planning husbands for girls that haven't a thought of the kind.
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