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= TAKE no shame in the pride with

z TAKE no shame in the pride with
8 which I write of my grandfather,
IL Lionel Carvel, Esq, of Carvel Hail.
in his lordship's province of Maryland,
albeit he favored his majesty. He was
no palavering turncoat like my uncle
Grafton. whom I knew for a great
rascal who had been banished to his
estate in Kent county for saying in my
grandfather's presence that my mother
had not been fit to marry Caryel.
But if Grafton was a shadow on my
boyhOod there was also a great light
and this was Mistress Dorothy Man
ncrs, my constant playmate.
Dorothy bloOmed early, and too soon
became a great beauty, with all our
Annapolis macaronis at her feet.
Thanks to her foppiSh father, Mr.
Marmaduke Manners, she gave me to
know that none but an English earl
could serve her for husband.
My boyhood was passed in stirring
times. Twas in the summer of 1865,
made memorable by the Stamp Act,
that I first came into touch with the
deep-set feelings of the period, al
though 1 had already learnt from my
friend, Mr.. Henry Swain. lawyer and
Il man of note among our patriots, the
doctrines that were kindling righteous
revolt. My friendship with Patty
Swain, his daughter, had begun early.
I'D it was she who gave me heart to
hope that Dorothy, for all her fine airs,
still thought sometimes of her child
hood sweetheart.
Not until my uncle Grafton poisoned
his ear against me did my grandfather
learn how strong was the republican
spirit that stirred me. "a Carvel
against the king was all he said. But
saw that Grafton had triumphed; and
to tell the truth it was no pleasant
thing for me to set my face against
the king for whom my father had died.
About this time Dorothys wish was
fulfilled and she went to London. Soon
Lord Comyn arrived at Annapolis with
news that every macaroni in London,
including himself, was in love with
her and that the Duke of Chartersea,
q great rake, appeared to lead the
race There was sadness in the pride
this gave me; nevertheless / was
drawn to Lord Comyn, a true man.
My grandfather falling seriously III.
my uncle effected reconciliation.
Soon I realized that Grafton was plot
ting to cheat me of my birthright and
make himself heir to Carvel Hall.
Even murder was tried. One night
1 was drawn into duel with Lord
Comyn on a pretext. Comyn, as loath
to fight as I, wounded me, but the fight
only made us closer friends. Soon
after Comyn had sailed for England
second attempt to kill me changed the
course of my life. I was kidnapped
by pirates, and only that 1 had the
makings of a fighting sailor I should
have been slain. From the pirate
was rescued by a British brigantine.
captained by one John Paul, who, for
the discipline he maintained, might
have been a naval commander. He
recognized me as gentleman and told
me how he was returning to Scotland
to say goodbye to his mother, for, he
said, Scotland had not treated him
well. After that he proposed to go to
London. I jumped at this, for was not
Dorothy there? So, Paul's sad errand
done, to London we went choosing
always the best coaching inns, Paul
being fOI' playing the gentleman. At
London we put on bold front and
went to the Star and Garter in Pail
Mall. I at once set out to find Mr.
Manners and caught him at his door.
but he feigned not to see me, where
ulOn Mr.. Dix. my grandfather's agent.
declared was an imposter and had us
both thrown into Jail.
After three weeks rescue came from
an unexpected Quarter-frOm JACK
Comyn, who brought Dorothy to meet
us at the prison gates. l was over
whelmed Dorothy greeted me so
warmly that l almost believed COmyn
and Patty to have been right when
they vowed that Dolly loved only me.
Paul declared he was IAN American,
the compatriOt of the beautiful Miss
Manners
I was minded to go back to America
at once and reward Paul, but Comyn
would not hear to this, declaring that
I alone could save Dolly from Charter
sea. I knew that Comyn, in telling
Dorothy that I loved her, had sacrificed
himself. When I met Mr.. Manners he
declared that he had not seen me on
the former occasion, but I knew he
lied AS for Paul. when he saw how
the land lay, he gave us the slip and
sailed for America as captain of the
Betsy bark.
In the betting books of Whites and
Brooks is the record of much of my
life in London, for 1 travelled in fast
company. My friendship with Charles