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"You need not reproach yourself, Mr. Agneau. You have been earnest in your work," interposed the principal. "In a large community of young men, all these vices and evils will appear. It was to meet them that the keel of this ship was laid, and our institution organized. I expect to find vice, and even crime, among the boys. They that be sick need a physician, not they that be whole.
As these gentlemen have not been formally introduced, the "faculty" of the ship is here presented: Robert Lowington, Principal. Rev. Thomas Agneau, Chaplain. Dr. Edward B. Winstock, Surgeon. John Paradyme, A.M., Greek and Latin. Richard Modelle, Reading and Grammar. Charles C. Mapps, A.M., Geography and History. James E. Fluxion, Mathematics. Abraham Carboy, M.D., Chemistry and Nat. Phil.
The chaplain was too glad of an opportunity to converse with the prisoner to refuse his request, and he hastened to the brig, hoping to find Shuffles in a better state of mind than when he had visited him before. Mr. Agneau entered the lock-up, and was securing the door behind him, when the prisoner spoke. "You needn't lock it, sir; I will not attempt to escape," said he.
"I knew the boy drank wine when he was at home," replied the principal; "and if he is ruined, his father must blame himself." "But it is really shocking!" exclaimed the chaplain as he tossed one of the bottles of wine over the rail. "How can a parent permit his son to drink wine, when he knows that more men are killed by intemperance than by war and pestilence? I am amazed!" "So am I, Mr. Agneau."
"I am told you wish to see me, Shuffles," said the principal. "Yes, sir; I wish to say that I am extremely sorry for what I have done." "I thought you were crazy when you refused to obey; and now I find you were." "I had been drinking, sir, I confess." "Mr. Agneau has told me your story; it is not necessary to repeat it now.
Agneau, as he patted the little girl on the head; and his own eyes were dim with the tears he shed for others' woes. Captain Greely told his story very briefly. His ship was the Sylvia, thirty days out of Liverpool, bound to New York. She had encountered a heavy gale a week before, in which she had badly sprung her mainmast.
Agneau had left the steerage. "I've been smoothing him down," laughed Shuffles, with an audible chuckle. "I have concluded not to stay in here any longer." "What do you mean?" "I'm coming out pretty soon, though it has cost me a bottle and a half of old sherry to get out," laughed Shuffles. "I don't know what you mean."
To farce or stuff a Fowl. From Mr. Agneau. When your Fowl is made ready for Roasting, take the Liver boil'd, a Shallot, a little Fat of Bacon, some grated Bread, the Bottom of a boil'd Artichoke, and some Mushrooms, chop these very small, and make a forc'd Meat of them, season'd with Salt and Spices at pleasure; fill the Belly of the Fowl with this, and then truss it, covering the Breast with a thin slice of fat Bacon, and over that put a piece of writing Paper.
The two cars, both speeding, encountered each other at the head of the Rue Agneau, directly in front of the American consulate. Vice-consul Van Hee, standing in the doorway, was an eyewitness to what followed.
He went on deck, intending to leave the culprit to the influence of the better thoughts which he hoped and believed had been kindled in his mind by the events of the day. Mr. Agneau remained a moment to give a final admonition to the penitent, as he regarded him, and then went to his cabin. "Are you going to turn in, Shuffles?" asked Wilton. "Not yet. Are there any of our fellows below?"
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