<h2><SPAN name="Chapter_XXIX"></SPAN>Chapter XXIX</h2>
<h3>In which Jemmy Ducks proves the truth of Moggy's assertion,<br/> that there was no one like him before or since--Nancy and Jemmy serenade the stars.</h3>
<br/>
<p>As soon as Moggy landed at the Point with her dear darling duck
of a husband, as she called him, she put his chest and hammock on a
barrow and had them wheeled up to her own lodgings, and then they
went out to call upon Nancy Corbett to make their future
arrangements; Moggy proceeding in rapid strides, and Jemmy trotting
with his diminutive legs behind her, something like a stout pony by
the side of a large horse. It was in pedestrianism that Jemmy most
felt his inferiority, and the protecting, fond way in which Moggy
would turn round every minute and say, "Come along, my duck," would
have been irritating to any other but one of Jemmy's excellent
temper. Many looked at Jemmy, as he waddled along, smiled and
passed on; one unfortunate nymph, however, ventured to stop, and
putting her arms a-kimbo, looked down upon him and exclaimed,
"Vell! you are a nice little man," and then commenced singing the
old refrain--</p>
<blockquote>"I had a little husband no bigger than my thumb,<br/>
I put him in a pint pot, and there I bid him drum:"</blockquote>
<p>when Moggy, who had turned back, saluted her with such a box on
the ear, that she made the drum of it ring again. The young lady
was not one of those who would offer the other cheek to be smitten,
and she immediately flew at Moggy and returned the blow; but Jemmy,
who liked quiet, caught her round the legs, and, as if she had been
a feather, threw her over his head, so that she fell down in the
gutter behind him with a violence which was anything but agreeable.
She gained her legs again, looked at her soiled garments, scraped
the mud off her cheek--we are sorry to add, made use of some very
improper language, and finding herself in the minority, walked off,
turning round and shaking her fist at every twenty paces.</p>
<p>Moggy and her husband continued their course as if nothing had
happened, and arrived at the house of Nancy Corbett, who had, as
may be supposed, changed her lodgings and kept out of sight of
Vanslyperken. Nancy was no stranger to Jemmy Ducks; so far as his
person went he was too remarkable a character not to be known by
her who knew almost everybody; and, moreover, she had made
sufficient inquiries about his character. The trio at once
proceeded to business: Jemmy had promised his wife to join the
smugglers, and it was now arranged, that both he and his wife
should be regularly enlisted in the gang, she to remain at the cave
with the women, unless her services were required elsewhere, he to
belong to the boat. There was, however, one necessary preliminary
still to be taken, that of Jemmy and his wife both taking the oath
of fidelity at the house of the Jew Lazarus; but it was not
advisable to go there before dusk, so they remained with Nancy till
that time, during which she was fully satisfied that, in both
parties, the band would have an acquisition, for Nancy was very
keen and penetrating, and had a great insight into human
nature.</p>
<p>At dusk, to the house of Lazarus they accordingly repaired, and
were admitted by the cautious Jew. Nancy stated why they had come,
and there being, at the time, several of the confederates, as
usual, in the house, they were summoned by the Jew to be witnesses
to the oath being administered. Half-a-dozen dark-looking bold men
soon made their appearance, and recognised Nancy by nods of their
heads.</p>
<p>"Who have we here, old Father Abraham?' exclaimed a stout man,
who was dressed in a buff jerkin and a pair of boots which rose
above his knees.</p>
<p>"A good man and true," replied Nancy, caking up the answer.</p>
<p>"Why, you don't call that thing a man!" exclaimed the
fierce-looking confederate with contempt.</p>
<p>"As good a man as ever stood in your boots," replied Moggy in
wrath.</p>
<p>"Indeed: well, perhaps so, if he could only see his way when
once into them," replied the man with a loud laugh, in which he was
joined by his companions.</p>
<p>"What can you do, my little man?" said another of a slighter
build than the first, coming forward and putting his hand upon
Jemmy's head.</p>
<p>Now Jemmy was the best-tempered fellow in the world, but, at the
same time, the very best-tempered people have limits to their
forbearance, and do not like to be taken liberties with by
strangers: so felt Jemmy, who, seizing the young man firmly by the
waistband of his trousers just below the hips, lifted him from the
ground, and with a strength which astonished all present, threw him
clean over the table, his body sweeping away both the candles, so
they were all left in darkness.</p>
<p>"I can douse a glim anyhow," cried Jemmy.</p>
<p>"That's my darling duck," cried Moggy, delighted with this proof
of her husband's vigour.</p>
<p>Some confusion was created by this manoeuvre on the part of
Jemmy, but candles were reproduced, and the first man who spoke,
feeling as if this victory on the part of Jemmy was a rebuke to
himself, again commenced his interrogations.</p>
<p>"Well, my little man, you are strong in the arms, but what will
you do without legs?"</p>
<p>"Not run away, as you have done a hundred times," replied Jemmy,
scornfully.</p>
<p>"Now by the God of War you shall answer for this," replied the
man, catching hold of Jemmy by the collar; but in a moment he was
tripped up by Jemmy, and fell down with great violence on his
back.</p>
<p>"Bravo, bravo!" exclaimed the rest, who took part with
Jemmy.</p>
<p>"That's my own little duck," cried Moggy; "you've shown him what
you can do, anyhow."</p>
<p>The man rose, and was apparently feeling for some arms secreted
about his person, when Nancy Corbett stepped forward.</p>
<p>"Do you dare?" cried she; "take what you have received, and be
thankful, or--" and Nancy held up her little forefinger.</p>
<p>The man slunk back among the others in silence. The old Jew, who
had not interfered, being in presence of Nancy, who had superior
commands, now read the oath, which was of a nature not to be
communicated to the reader without creating disgust. It was,
however, such an oath as was taken in those times, and has since
been frequently taken in Ireland. It was subscribed to by Jemmy and
his wife without hesitation, and they were immediately enrolled
among the members of the association. As soon as this ceremony had
been gone through, Nancy and her protegés quitted the house
and returned to her lodgings, when it was agreed that the next
night they should go over to the island, as Jemmy's services were
required in the boat in lieu of Ramsay, whose place as steersman he
was admirably qualified to occupy, much better, indeed, than that
of a rower, as his legs were too short to reach the stretcher,
where it was usually fixed.</p>
<p>The next evening the weather was calm and clear, and when they
embarked in the boat of the old fisherman, with but a small portion
of their effects, the surface of the water was unruffled, and the
stars twinkled brightly in the heavens; one article which Jemmy
never parted with, was in his hand, his fiddle. They all took their
seats, and the old fisherman shoved off his boat, and they were
soon swept out of the harbour by the strong ebb tide.</p>
<p>"An't this better than being on board with Vanslyperken, and
your leave stopped?" observed Moggy.</p>
<p>"Yes," replied the husband.</p>
<p>"And I not permitted to go on board to see my duck of a
husband--confound his snivelling carcass?" continued Moggy.</p>
<p>"Yes," replied Jemmy, thoughtfully.</p>
<p>"And in company with that supernatual cur of his?"</p>
<p>Jemmy nodded his head, and then in his abstraction touched the
strings of his violin.</p>
<p>"They say that you are clever with your instrument, Mr
Salisbury," observed Nancy Corbett.</p>
<p>"That he is," replied Moggy; "and he sings like a darling duck.
Don't you, Jemmy, my dear?"</p>
<p>"Quack, quack," replied Jemmy.</p>
<p>"Well, Mr Salisbury, there's no boat that I can see near us, or
even in sight; and if there was it were little matter. I suppose
you will let me hear you, for I shall have little opportunity after
this?"</p>
<p>"With all my heart," replied Jemmy; who, taking up his fiddle,
and playing upon the strings like a guitar, after a little
reflection, sang as follows:</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Bless my eyes, how young Bill threw his shiners away,</p>
<p class="i1">As he drank and he danced, when he first came on
shore!</p>
<p>It was clear that he fancied that with his year's pay,</p>
<p class="i1">Like the Bank of Old England, he'd never be poor.</p>
<p>So when the next day, with a southerly wind in</p>
<p class="i1">His pockets, he came up, my rhino to borrow;</p>
<p>"You're welcome," says I, "Bill, as I forked out the tin,</p>
<p class="i1">But when larking to-day--<i>don't forget there's
to-morrow</i>."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>When our frigate came to from a cruise in the west,</p>
<p class="i1">And her yards were all squared, her sails neatly
furled,</p>
<p>Young Tom clasped his Nancy, so loved, to his breast,</p>
<p class="i1">As if but themselves there was none in the world.</p>
<p>Between two of the guns they were fondly at play,</p>
<p class="i1">All billing and kissing, forgetting all sorrow;</p>
<p>"Love, like cash," says I, "Nan, may all go in a day,</p>
<p class="i1">While you hug him so close--<i>don't forget there's
to-morrow</i>."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>When a hurricane swept us smack smooth fore and aft,</p>
<p class="i1">When we dashed on the rock, and we floundered on
shore,</p>
<p>As we sighed for the loss of our beautiful craft,</p>
<p class="i1">Convinced that the like we should never see more,</p>
<p>Says I, "My good fellows," as huddled together,</p>
<p class="i1">They shivered and shook, each phiz black with
sorrow,</p>
<p>"Remember, it's not to be always foul weather,</p>
<p class="i1">So with ill-luck to-day--<i>don't forget there's
to-morrow</i>!"</p>
</div>
</div>
<br/>
<p>"And not a bad hint, neither, Mr Salisbury," said Nancy, when
Jemmy ceased. "You sailors never think of to-morrow, more's the
pity. You're no better than overgrown babies."</p>
<p>"I'm not much better, at all events," replied Jemmy, laughing:
"however, I'm as God made me, and so all's right."</p>
<p>"That's my own darling Jemmy," said Moggy, "and if you're
content, and I'm content, who is to say a word, I should like to
know? You may be a rum one to look at, but I think them fellows
found you but a rum customer the other night."</p>
<p>"Don't put so much rum in your discourse, Moggy, you make me
long for a glass of grog."</p>
<p>"Then your mouth will find the water," rejoined Nancy; "but,
however, singing is dry work, and I am provided. Pass my basket
aft, old gentleman, and we will find Mr Salisbury something with
which to whet his whistle." The boatman handed the basket to Nancy,
who pulled out a bottle and glass, which she filled, and handed to
Jemmy.</p>
<p>"Now, Mr Salisbury, I expect some more songs," said Nancy.</p>
<p>"And you shall have them, mistress; but I've heard say that
you've a good pipe of your own; suppose that you give me one in
return, that will be but fair play."</p>
<p>"Not exactly, for you'll have the grog in the bargain," replied
Nancy.</p>
<p>"Put my fiddle against the grog, and then all's square."</p>
<p>"I have not sung for many a day," replied Nancy, musing, and
looking up at the bright twinkling stars. "I once sang, when I was
young--and happy--I then sang all the day long; that was really
singing, for it came from the merriness of my heart;" and Nancy
paused. "Yes, I have sung since, and often, for they made me sing;
but 'twas when my heart was heavy--or when its load had been, for a
time, forgotten and drowned in wine. That was not singing, at least
not the singing of bygone days."</p>
<p>"But those times are bygone too, Mistress Nancy," said Moggy;
"you have now your marriage lines, and are made an honest
woman."</p>
<p>"Yes, and God keep me so, amen," replied Nancy mournfully.</p>
<p>Had not the night concealed it, a tear might have been seen by
the others in the boat to trickle down the cheek of Nancy Corbett,
as she was reminded of her former life; and as she again fixed her
eyes upon the brilliant heavens, each particular star appeared to
twinkle brighter, as if they rejoiced to witness tears like
those.</p>
<p>"You must be light o' heart now, Mistress Nancy," observed
Jemmy, soothingly.</p>
<p>"I am not unhappy," replied she, resting her cheek upon her
hand.</p>
<p>"Mistress Nancy," said Moggy, "I should think a little of that
stuff would do neither of us any harm; the night is rather
bleak."</p>
<p>Moggy poured out a glass and handed it to Nancy; she drank it,
and it saved her from a flood of tears, which otherwise she would
have been unable to repress. In a minute or two, during which Moggy
helped herself and the old boatman, Nancy's spirits returned.</p>
<p>"Do you know this air?" said Nancy to Jemmy, humming it.</p>
<p>"Yes, yes, I know it well, Mistress Nancy. Will you sing to
it?"</p>
<p>Nancy Corbett who had been celebrated once for her sweet
singing, as well as her beauty, immediately commenced in a soft and
melodious tone, while Jemmy touched his fiddle.</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i7">Lost, stolen, or strayed,</p>
<p class="i7">The heart of a young maid;</p>
<p class="i7">Whoever the same shall find,</p>
<p class="i7">And prove so very kind.</p>
<p class="i7">To yield it on desire,</p>
<p class="i7">They shall rewarded be,</p>
<p class="i7">And that most handsomely,</p>
<p class="i7">With kisses one, two, three.</p>
<p class="i9">Cupid is the crier,</p>
<p class="i9">Ring-a-ding, a-ding,</p>
<p class="i9">Cupid is the crier.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i7">O yes! O yes! O yes!</p>
<p class="i7">Here is a pretty mess!</p>
<p class="i7">A maiden's heart is gone,</p>
<p class="i7">And she is left forlorn,</p>
<p class="i7">And panting with desire;</p>
<p class="i7">Whoever shall bring it me,</p>
<p class="i7">They shall rewarded be.</p>
<p class="i7">With kisses one, two, three.</p>
<p class="i9">Cupid is the crier,</p>
<p class="i9">Ring-a-ding, a-ding,</p>
<p class="i9">Cupid is the crier.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i7">'Twas lost on Sunday eve,</p>
<p class="i7">Or taken without leave,</p>
<p class="i7">A virgin's heart so pure,</p>
<p class="i7">She can't the loss endure,</p>
<p class="i7">And surely will expire;</p>
<p class="i7">Pity her misery.</p>
<p class="i7">Rewarded you shall be,</p>
<p class="i7">With kisses one, two, three.</p>
<p class="i9">Cupid is the crier,</p>
<p class="i9">Ring-a-ding, a-ding,</p>
<p class="i9">Cupid is the crier.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i7">The maiden sought around,</p>
<p class="i7">It was not to be found,</p>
<p class="i7">She searched each nook and dell,</p>
<p class="i7">The haunts she loved so well,</p>
<p class="i7">All anxious with desire;</p>
<p class="i7">The wind blew ope his vest,</p>
<p class="i7">When, lo! the toy in quest,</p>
<p class="i7">She found within the breast</p>
<p class="i9">Of Cupid, the false crier,</p>
<p class="i9">Ring-a-ding, a-ding-a-ding,</p>
<p class="i9">Cupid the false crier.</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>"Many thanks, Mistress Corbett, for a good song, sung in good
tune, with a sweet voice," said Jemmy. "I owe you one for that, and
am ready to pay you on demand. You've a pipe like a missel
thrush."</p>
<p>"Well, I do believe that I shall begin to sing again," replied
Nancy. "I'm sure if Corbett was only once settled on shore in a
nice little cottage, with a garden, and a blackbird in a wicker
cage, I should try who could sing most, the bird or me."</p>
<p>"He will be by-and-bye, when his work is done."</p>
<p>"Yes, when it is; but open boats, stormy seas, and the halter,
are heavy odds, Mr Salisbury."</p>
<p>"Don't mention the halter, Mistress Nancy, you'll make me
melancholy," replied Jemmy, "and I sha'n't be able to sing any
more. Well, if they want to hang me, they need not rig the
yard-arm, three handspikes as sheers, and I shouldn't find
soundings, heh! Moggy?"</p>
<p>Nancy laughed at the ludicrous idea; but Moggy exclaimed with
vehemence, "Hang my Jemmy! my darling duck! I should like to see
them."</p>
<p>"At all events, we'll have another song from him, Moggy, before
they spoil his windpipe, which, I must say, would be a great pity;
but Moggy, there have been better men hung than your husband."</p>
<p>"Better men than my Jemmy, Mrs Corbett! There never was one like
him afore or since;" replied Moggy, with indignation.</p>
<p>"I only meant of longer pedigree, Moggy," replied Nancy
soothingly.</p>
<p>"I don't know what that is," replied Moggy, still angry.</p>
<p>"Longer legs, to be sure," replied Jemmy. "Never mind that,
Moggy. Here goes, a song in two parts. It's a pity, Mistress Nancy,
that you couldn't take one."</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i1">"When will you give up this life of wild roving?</p>
<p class="i2">When shall we be quiet and happy on shore?</p>
<p class="i1">When will you to church lead your Susan, so
loving,</p>
<p class="i2">And sail on the treacherous billows no more?"</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i1">"My ship is my wife, Sue, no other I covet,</p>
<p class="i2">Till I draw the firm splice that's betwixt her and
me;</p>
<p class="i1">I'll roam on the ocean, for much do I love it--</p>
<p class="i2">To wed with another were rank bigamy."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i1">"O William, what nonsense you talk, you are
raving;</p>
<p class="i2">Pray how can a ship and a man become one?</p>
<p class="i1">You say so because you no longer are craving,</p>
<p class="i2">As once you were truly--and I am undone."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i1">"You wrong me, my dearest, as sure as I stand
here,</p>
<p class="i2">As sure as I'll sail again on the wide sea;</p>
<p class="i1">Some day I will settle, and marry with you, dear,</p>
<p class="i2">But now 'twould be nothing but rank bigamy."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i1">"Then tell me the time, dear William, whenever</p>
<p class="i2">Your Sue may expect this divorce to be made;</p>
<p class="i1">When you'll surely be mine, when no object shall
sever,</p>
<p class="i2">But locked in your arms I'm no longer afraid."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i1">"The time it will be when my pockets are lined,</p>
<p class="i2">I'll then draw the splice 'tween my vessel and
me,</p>
<p class="i1">And lead you to church, if you're still so
inclined--</p>
<p class="i2">But before, my dear Sue, 'twere rank bigamy."</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>"Thank you, Mr Salisbury. I like the moral of that song; a
sailor never should marry till he can settle on shore."</p>
<p>"What's the meaning of big-a-me?" said Moggy.</p>
<p>"Marrying two husbands or two wives, Mrs Salisbury. Perhaps you
might get off on the plea that you had only one and a half,"
continued Nancy, laughing.</p>
<p>"Well, perhaps she might," replied Jemmy, "if he were a judge of
understanding."</p>
<p>"I should think, Mistress Nancy, you might as well leave my
husband's legs alone," observed Moggy, affronted.</p>
<p>"Lord bless you, Moggy, if he's not angry, you surely should not
be; I give a joke, and I can take one. You surely are not
jealous?"</p>
<p>"Indeed I am though, and always shall be of anyone who plays
with my Jemmy."</p>
<p>"Or if he plays with anything else?"</p>
<p>"Yes, indeed."</p>
<p>"Yes, indeed! then you must be downright jealous of his fiddle,
Moggy," replied Nancy; "but never mind, you sha'n't be jealous now
about nothing. I'll sing you a song, and then you'll forget all
this." Nancy Corbett then sang as follows:</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i1">Fond Mary sat on Henry's knee,</p>
<p class="i1">"I must be home exact," said he,</p>
<p class="i2">"And see, the hour is come."</p>
<p class="i1">"No, Henry, you shall never go</p>
<p class="i1">Until me how to count you show;</p>
<p class="i2">That task must first be done."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i1">Then Harry said, "As time is short,</p>
<p class="i1">Addition you must first be taught;--</p>
<p class="i2">Sum up these kisses sweet;</p>
<p class="i1">"Now prove your sum by kissing me:--</p>
<p class="i1">Yes, that is right, 'twas three times three--</p>
<p class="i2">Arithmetic's a treat.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i1">"And now there is another term,</p>
<p class="i1">Subtraction you have yet to learn;</p>
<p class="i2">Take four away from these."</p>
<p class="i1">"Yes, that is right, you've made it out,"</p>
<p class="i1">Says Mary, with a pretty pout,</p>
<p class="i2">"Subtraction don't me please."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i1">Division's next upon the list;</p>
<p class="i1">Young Henry taught while Mary kissed,</p>
<p class="i2">And much admired the rule;</p>
<p class="i1">"Now, Henry, don't you think me quick?"</p>
<p class="i1">"Why, yes, indeed, you've learned the trick;</p>
<p class="i2">At kissing you're no fool."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i1">To multiply was next the game,</p>
<p class="i1">Which Henry by the method same,</p>
<p class="i2">To Mary fain would show;</p>
<p class="i1">But here his patience was worn out,</p>
<p class="i1">She multiplied too fast I doubt,</p>
<p class="i2">He could no farther go.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="i1">"And now we must leave off, my dear;</p>
<p class="i1">The other rules are not so clear,</p>
<p class="i2">We'll try at them to-night;"</p>
<p class="i1">"I'll come at eve, my Henry sweet;</p>
<p class="i1">Behind the hawthorn hedge we'll meet,</p>
<p class="i2">For learning's my delight."</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>"That's a very pretty song, Mistress Corbett, and you've a nice
collection, I've no doubt. If you've no objection, I'll exchange
another with you."</p>
<p>"I should be most willing, Mr Salisbury; but we are now getting
well over, and we may as well be quiet, as I do not wish people to
ask where we are going."</p>
<p>"You're right, ma'am," observed the old fisherman, who pulled
the boat. "Put up your fiddle, master; there be plenty on the look
out, without our giving them notice."</p>
<p>"Very true," replied Jemmy, "so we break up our concert."</p>
<p>The whole party were now silent. In a quarter of an hour the
boat was run into a cut, which concealed it from view; and, as soon
as the fisherman had looked round to see the coast clear, they
landed and made haste to pass by the cottages; after that Nancy
slackened her pace, and they walked during the night over to the
other side of the island, and arrived at the cottages above the
cave.</p>
<p>Here they left a portion of their burdens and then proceeded to
the path down the cliff which led to the cave. On Nancy giving the
signal, the ladder was lowered, and they were admitted. As soon as
they were upon the flat, Moggy embraced her husband, crying, "Here
I have you, my own dear Jemmy, all to myself, and safe for
ever."</p>
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