Badcock. "Now for the words--
"I attempt from love's sickness to fly, in vain,
Since I am myself my own fever and pain."
"Bravo!" my father cried. "Mr. Badcock has hit it. You are in love,
Billy, and beyond a doubt."
"Be I?" said Billy, scratching his head. "Well, as the saying is,
many an ass has entered Jerusalem."
CHAPTER XI.
WE FALL IN WITH A SALLEE ROVER.
"We laid them aboard the larboard side--
With hey! with ho! for and a nonny no!
And we threw them into the sea so wide,
And alongst the Coast of Barbary."
_The Sailor's Onely Delight_.
My father, checked in the midst, or rather at the outset, of a
panegyric upon love, could not rest until he had found an ear into
which to deliver it; but that same evening, after the moon had risen,
drew Nat aside on the poop, and discharged the whole harangue upon
him; the result being that the dear lad, who already fancied himself
another Rudel in quest of the Lady of Tripoli, spent the next two
days in composing these verses, the only ones (to my knowledge) ever
finished by him:
NAT FIENNES' SONG TO THE UNDISCOVERED LADY.
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