SOON after the gold fever began to rage in our cities, I arrived in New York from Liverpool, in command of the old brig "Lillian," and found that her owners were fitting out the fine clipper-ship "Lady Franklin" to carry out passengers to San Francisco. As they had no master engaged for her, and I had announced my intention of leaving the brig, I was put in command of her, and in a week from the time I left the "Lilian," I was outside "Sandy Hook," outward bound, with a fair wind.

       My crew, with the exception of the chief mate and one foremast hand in the starboard watch, was comprised of a lot of Spaniards and Portuguese, who knew barely nothing about a ship's rigging, and could no more be depended upon, in case of emergency, than a parcel of school-boys; but as I was careful to shorten sail on the first appearance of heavy weather, I took the ship into San Francisco in good season, with the loss of but few spars.

       The foremast hand alluded to was known among the sailors as "Wild Dick," though his real name was Richard Glover. He was always the first to execute an order, and his seamanship was so far superior to the rest of my men, that I took a strange liking to him, from the first. He was continually putting himself in the way of danger, whether duty required it or not. This, and his strange appearance at times, led me to think that he had not always occupied the station he now filled, and I resolved to learn his history, or at least find out what was preying upon his mind, for evidently there was something.

       One afternoon, after we had doubled the cape, and were going along with the trade winds, I sent word forward to him that I wished to speak with him in the cabin. He soon made his appearance, and on my requesting him to be seated, he appeared quite surprised; for (as he afterwards told me), what I could want of a foremast hand in the cabin, was entirely beyond his comprehension. But when I made known my wishes, he at once laid aside the coarse language of the sailor for that of a polished gentleman.

       "It is true," said he, "that I have not always been what I am now. Still, I don't know that there is aught in my history that would interest you, captain; but if you wish it, I will relate a few of the leading events of my life, merely to show how I came to be a rover on 'old ocean."

       I urged him to proceed. He did so; and I will give the narrative in his own words, as nearly as I can recollect:

       "The place of my nativity was a small town in the north of England. My father was a very wealthy man, and as I was the only child, with the exception of a sister two years younger, and the idol of both my father and mother, no expense was spared to gratify every whim of mine; consequently, it is not strange if I was spoiled by indulgence, though I received an education equally as good as any youth in that section of the country.

       "One day, when I was in my nineteenth year, I was out hunting, alone, on horseback. The animal I bestrode was young and entirely unused to the business, and on the first discharge of my fowling-piece, ran directly under a tree which stood by the roadside — the lower limbs brushing me from the saddle; but as I could not clear my feet from the stirrups, I was dragged a considerable distance from the spot, until the girths of the saddle breaking, cleared me from the frightened animal. I was completely stunned when I was thrown, by my head striking a large stone. How long I laid there, I do not know; but when consciousness returned, I found myself in a strange room, with a beautiful girl sitting at my bedside. In answer to my inquiries as to how I came there, she told me that her brother had found me lying senseless by the roadside, and not knowing who I was, had brought me to their home, where I was welcome to remain until I was sufficiently recovered to return to my own. I then gave her my address, and told her the cause of my accident. In a short time, her brother came in, accompanied by a doctor, who, after examining and dressing the cuts in my head, gave his opinion that I was too much hurt to bear removal, and that it was highly necessary that I should remain where I was for a number of days.

       "At my request, the young man who had brought me there, went immediately to inform my father of my situation. In a few hours, my father made his appearance. He seemed much alarmed, on hearing the doctor's opinion, but instantly made arrangements with the inmates of the cottage for taking care of me; then sitting by my bedside awhile, returned home.

       "The house where I laid was the home of Farmer Loraine, a poor but worthy man, whose family consisted of a wife and the two children I have already spoken of. Everything was done by them that could be done, to make me comfortable. The girl, Ellen Loraine, was constantly at my side, ready to attend to my slightest wants. She sometimes read to me such stories, that I would become so interested as nearly to forget the pain of my wounds; and last, but not least, I became interested in my gentle nurse — and you will not think it strange, captain, when I tell you that before I left that cottage, I loved her with all the wild, uncertain passion of youth.

       "My parents came to see me every day during my somewhat protracted illness, and I could not but notice that my father suspected the true state of my feelings in regard to Ellen Loraine, and felt much distressed about it. He was very aristocratic in his notions; and as much as he idolized me, he would rather have seen me laid in the grave, than to marry a poor girl, no matter how honorable or intelligent she might be; and to these foolish notions of his, I am indebted, in part, for being what you now see me.

       "No words of endearment had as yet passed between Ellen and myself; but I read in her pure eyes that my love was returned, and when I left that cottage, it was with the determination of making that girl my wife, as soon as I became my own master.

       "After my return home, and I had entirely recovered, my first ride was to the cottage of the Loraines. I found Ellen walking in the garden; and after going into the house and paying my respects to her good mother, she invited me to accompany her again into the garden. I accepted the invitation; and as she led me from flower to flower, she explained the language of each, until at last she came to one, the language of which was undying affection. She blushed deeply; and plucking it from its stem, gave it to me, and the next moment our story was told.

       "I visited her daily, for some time, without my father's suspecting it; but one day, being absent from home longer than usual, he mistrusted my whereabouts, and on my return, lectured me severely on my folly in being led away by one of Ellen's standing, and ended by telling me that I could no longer find shelter under his roof, if I did not stop the disgraceful connection. I made no reply, but my surprise was greater than I can tell, for never before had my father spoken an unkind word to me. The thought never had entered my mind, for a moment, that he would resort to such a thing to gain his purpose; and I do not think, now, that he meant what he said, farther than to frighten me from my purpose. All the powers of earth combined, could not have changed my determination in regard to Ellen Loraine.

       "My proud spirit was now fully aroused, and my mind soon made up; and the next morning I left my father's house, fully determined never to enter it again, unless I could do so in peace. I took nothing with me, excepting the clothes I had on, my jewelry, and what money I happened to have in my possession at the time, which I knew would be sufficient to answer my present purpose. I went immediately to Farmer Loraine's, and after relating the affair of the past night, I announced to them my determination, which was to leave England, for a time, and go to America, as I wished to get entirely out of my father's reach. I thought if I went to America, and stayed until I was of age, and then returned to England, that perhaps my father's feelings would be changed, and that he would not disinherit me upon my marriage.

       "The good people at the cottage were much surprised at my determination of leaving my country, and entreated me not to go; but after exacting a promise from Ellen that she would be mine, if I returned within a few years, I took leave of them and made the best of my way to London. I found a vessel there on the eve of sailing for the States. I immediately secured a passage in her, and after a long and tempestuous voyage, I was landed in New York. I will not attempt to describe my feelings on first landing, but I assure you they were anything but agreeable. I took lodgings at a hotel and began to look around me for some situation wherein I might earn a living; but as I had no trade, and was unaccustomed to work of any kind, none wished to employ me. My prospects were, indeed, at that time not very flattering; my money was nearly expended, so that I could not have gone back to England, if I had wanted to.

       "One day, as I was strolling along on one of the wharves, I saw a large bill posted at a ship's gangway. I went up to it and read: 'Seamen wanted for Rio Janeiro. Apply on board.' I now saw my way clear; during the voyage to America, I had been intimate with the sailors, and consequently had picked up a little seamanship. Everything on shipboard was new and strange to me, and for the novelty of the thing, I learned the ropes, and how to furl a royal; and once or twice I went on the yard while the men were reefing topsails, and learned how to knot reef-point. I now saw a chance to turn the little knowledge of seamanship I possessed to advantage. I went immediately on board, and inquired of a sailor, who was coiling a rope on the main deck, if the captain was on board. He told me I should find him in the 'regions below.' I went below, and as I entered the cabin, I was accosted by some one whom I took to be the captain, with:

       "'Well, boy, what do you want here?'

       "'I saw your advertisement for seamen, and would like to ship, sir,' was my reply.

       "'You're a pretty looking subject for a sailor, truly,' said he; 'why, a gust of wind would blow you overboard!'

       "Not as easily as you suppose, sir,' said I turned to leave the cabin, when he called out to me to stop.

       "Young man.' said he, 'I like that answer of yours! It shows good spunk; and if you like, you can sign these articles, and go in the ship. But I think, by the looks of ye, that you might as well sign your death warrant, for my officers are Nick's own children, and would as soon throw a youngster like you overboard, as they would drink a glass o' grog, if you didn't toe up.'

       "I made no reply, but stepped up and signed the ship's articles.

       "'Where's your luggage, boy?' said the captain.

       "'I have no sea-clothes, sir,' was my reply.

       "If that's the case, then you'd better go ashore and get some directly, for we shall be getting under way, in a day or two, and we shall want your valuable services about getting some spare topmasts aboard.'

       "I started to go, but as I was stepping on to the wharf, he again called out to me to stop.

       "'I guess before you go, you might as well go up and clear them colors.'

       "I looked aloft, and saw that the end of the flag, at the mast head, had got afoul of the royal backstay. I instantly sprung up and cleared it, and came down by a topmast backstay.

       "'Well done, my boy!' said the captain. 'There's many an old sailor that couldn't have done it as quick. I don't know but there's good timber in ye, after all; but we shall soon find out. This aint the first ship you've been aboard of, either,' said he, 'or you'd come down on the ratlines, instead of slidin' down a backstay. But go ashore, and change your rig, for I don't like to see such dandified clothes, or a gold chain, aboard my ship.'

       "I went immediately to a sailor's clothing establishment, and when I again went on board the ship, I was metamorphosed, in appearance, to a complete sailor, and was highly complimented by the captain for the change. I did not go on shore again before we sailed, although it was nearly a week before we got under way, but kept at work on board. It was hard for me, at first, to feel obliged to obey every wish of petty officers, but there was no alternative, and in a little time I became so accustomed to it, that being sworn at did not make me feel uncomfortable in the least.

       "I was chosen in the watch with an old man, whose hair was white as snow. He was considerably bowed with age, yet he was as spry as a cat, and not a man on board knew his duty better, or could execute an order quicker, than 'Scotch Harry,' or, as he was sometimes called, 'Old Harry.' The first night-watch at sea, on board the Oneida, this old man seeing me standing alone, came up, and speaking kindly, accosted me thus:

       "Maybe this is your first voyage, young man, and maybe this crew are a rougher set of fellows than you're used to living among?'

       "The old man then looked inquiringly at me, as if he would read my history at a glance.

       "'This is, indeed, my first voyage before the mast,' said I, and the sailors certainly are a rougher set of beings than I've been accustomed to associate with.'

       "'I know'd it in a minute,' said the old man, 'when I seed you standin' there alone; and I always pities a poor boy when he first goes to sea. I once had a boy, myself, who went to sea with me; but one day a squall struck the ship, while he an' another boy was furlin' the 'fore-royal,' an' the mast was carried over the side, an' the boys was both drowned. Poor little Ned!' exclaimed the old man, wiping' away a tear with the sleeve of his jacket. We've got a hard set of fellows in this watch; but if you'll only keep an eye to wind'ard, you'll get along well enough. And mind I tell ye, if you gets in any trouble with any of the men, just come under the lee of 'Old Harry,' and he'll take care of ye.'

       "I soon became a great favorite with the old man, and in return, I became much attached to him. He took great pleasure in teaching me, so that under his tuition, in a little time I could execute any order given, about working the ship, nearly as well as any one on board. In the same watch was a Spaniard — a blustering, bullying sort of fellow, who was never on good terms with officers or crew. He disliked me, in particular, though for what reason I never knew, and lost no opportunity of making me trouble. One afternoon, after the decks were cleared up, and everything made snug for the night, the mate, in coming forward, saw a marlin-spike lying upon deck. He stooped and picked it up, and then called for me. As soon as I saw the marlin spike, I mistrusted that the Spaniard had laid it there for the sake of having me punished, for a short time before, he had heard the mate tell me to put the tools away into the bow-locker.

       "'How's this?" said the mate; 'I thought I told you to see the tools put away into the bow-locker, but here's a marlin-spike rolling about in the lee scuppers. To pay for this, and to refresh your memory a little, you can spend the next four hours on the main sky-sail yard.'

       "'I did not leave that marlin-spike there, sir.'

       "'Come, none of your muttering,' said he, 'but pick yourself up on that sky-sail yard! Away you go! Lively, there!'

       "I sprung into the rigging, but just then Old Harry stepped up:

       "'I ax your pardon, sir,' said he to the mate, 'but I seed that pesky Spaniard take that marlin-spike out of the locker and lay it on deck.'

       "'If that's the case, then,' said the mate, 'you can come down.'

       "He then called for the Spaniard, and after giving him a genuine 'Dutch blessing,' sent him aloft in my stead; so he was fairly caught, in a trap of his own setting.

       "The night after this little affair happened, we were called at two bells, in the mid watch, to stand by to reef topsails. As we came tumbling up on deck, the Spaniard grumbled dreadfully at being called up, whereupon Old Harry says to me:

       "Dick, I want you should show yourself smart to-night, and beat that confounded grumbler at reefin'.'

       "I promised to do the best I could, and when the reef tackles were hauled out, and the order given to 'lay up and reef,' I sprang into the rigging close at his heels, and gained a situation next him on the yard. We both did the best we knew. He knotted four reef points, I knotted five; and as I had the inner yard arm, I gained the deck a few seconds before him. He was heartily laughed at, by the whole crew, for being beaten at reefing by a green hand. This provoked him so dreadfully that he swore everlasting vengeance on me, and as he went forward, he muttered that I never should live to see Rio Janeiro. As I had no better opinion of the man than to think he would carry his threats into execution, if ever an opportunity offered, I was continually on my guard for a time; but when the affair had blown over a little, I became less cautious.

       "One night, just after we crossed the line, I had the look-out from ten to twelve in the first watch. The wind was fair, and as there was not much probability of having work to do, in that watch, the men, one by one, stretched themselves upon deck, and in a little time, the whole watch were fast asleep and snoring lustily. I was sitting on the weather railing of the t'gallant forecastle, with my feet hanging over the bows. My thoughts were far away in old England, with 'the girl I left behind me,' when I received a blow from a handspike, and the next instant I was in the water. It was doubtless intended for a death blow, but the thickness of my skull and tarpaulin hat combined, warded off the effects of the blow, although it was very starlight with me for a few moments.

       "Luckily for me, I was a good swimmer, and as the ship was going through the water slowly, I thought I would try to get on board without alarming the watch. I passed along astern until I got abreast the mizzen-rigging, when I saw the end of the mizzen-royal-clewline hanging over the side. It was too far out of water for me to reach, but the next moment the ship gave a lurch to windward, and I caught hold of it and pulled myself up into the mizzen-chains. The officer of the watch was then walking the quarter deck close by where I stood, but as he had not seen me, I concluded to remain where I was, until I could get inboard, and go forward unnoticed by him; but I glanced forward, over the rail, in time to see the Spaniard stretching himself upon deck. A moment after, the officer stepped to leeward. I sprang over the rail and went forward without being seen by him; but that night, after our watch had gone below, the man who was at the wheel when I came inboard swore that he hoped never to eat another mouthful of salt beef, if he didn't see a ghost come inboard and go forward among the men.

       "I stepped into the forecastle, and taking a pocket-pistol from my sea-chest, went on to the lookout again, as if nothing had happened. The men were still sleeping soundly, with the exception of the Spaniard, who, although he was lying upon deck, snored far too loudly for a sleeping man. I concluded to say nothing of the affair to any of the men, but wait until the morning, and inform the captain. But I was soon rid of this dangerous enemy, for in this case, as in the other, the fate which he intended me, was reserved for himself. That very night, while furling the flying-jib in a squall, he fell off the boom, and we saw nothing more of him. After this, everything went finely with me during the remainder of the voyage, and on our arrival in New York, the captain invited me to go another voyage with him.

       "'Are you fully confident that a gust of wind will not blow me overboard?' said I. 'If you are, I will go another voyage with you, provided I can go as an able seaman.'

       "'Ah,' said the old man, laughing, 'I own I was a little deceived in you; but then, you know, you can't always tell by the looks of a shark how big a man he can swallow.'

       "Our next voyage was to Liverpool. Immediately on our arrival in that port, I squared accounts with the captain, and set out for my father's house. When I arrived there, he had just returned from the funeral of my mother. He received me very coldly, and on my inquiring the cause of my mother's death, he answered:

       "'You were the sole cause of it, Richard. She worried herself to death, thinking that her only son had left her, and gone forth a wanderer, she knew not where.'

       "I turned from the reproaches of my father, to go to the cottage of the Loraines; but my father stopped me.

       "'Richard,' said he, 'it might save you some trouble to know that your old sweetheart, Miss Loraine, has given her hand to another. You would not find her at the cottage, if you were to go there. Immediately after you left your home for her, she repaid you, and elevated herself by marrying an itinerant musician. Her parents are both dead, and the cottage stands empty.'

       "I could not believe my father's story until I had been to the cottage, and found it unoccupied; but this, and the fact that I had found no answers to the letters I had written her, awaiting me in New York on my arrival there from Rio Janeiro, convinced me that Ellen had broken her vows to me, and accepted another.

       "This, and my mother's death, were too much for me. I was taken dreadfully ill, and confined to my bed for three long months. In all that time, my father did not enter my room. I was left entirely to the mercy of servants, who cared little whether I lived or died. My sister I did not see at all. Immediately after the funeral of my mother, she went to a distant part of the country, to spend a few months with a relative. Her health was poor, and my father thought that a change of scene might benefit her. She had not been gone from the house an hour when I arrived.

       "Immediately on my recovery, I once more bid good-by to the scenes of my childhood, and started for London. I shipped for the South Seas, where I cruised five long years, suffering everything that man could suffer, in the attempt to drive the thoughts of the past from my mind. I was not successful; and at last, I again returned to England, to find that my father had died some months before, with delirium tremens. Yes, sir! my father, who once would no more have tasted ardent spirits than he would poison, died the death of a drunkard. He took to drinking soon after my mother's death, and from that to gambling, and in a few short months, he lost the whole of his immense wealth, and was reduced to beggary.

       "After trying, in vain, to find the whereabouts of my sister, I again went to sea, where I have cruised from one port to another until, at last, I came on board your vessel."

       "Dick," said I, "if I were in your place, I think I should get me a nice little wife, and settle down on shore, for my remaining days."

       "Captain," said he, "it is now nine long years since I saw Ellen Loraine. She was the first and only woman that I ever loved, and her image is as fresh in my memory as though it were but yesterday we parted; and although she proved false to me, I have not forgotten my vows to her, and will never marry another. Now, captain, you have had the outlines of my history, and with your permission, I will go forward to my duty."

       Not long after this, we arrived at San Francisco. I discharged and paid off my men, with the exception of "Wild Dick" and the chief mate, who were as yet undecided whether they would go to Calcutta with me, or leave the ship and try their luck at the mines. But a few days after our arrival, however, my mate announced his determination of leaving the ship. I immediately went on shore to find Dick, and offer him the mate's berth. I knew I could find no one that would fill it more to my satisfaction, for he was an able seaman and a skilful navigator. I had not gone far, however, when I met the object of my search coming towards the ship.

       "I've good news for you, this morning, Dick," said I. "I want you to go as first officer of my ship."

       "Ten thousand thanks for your kindness, sir," said he; "but I have received still better news than that, this morning."

       "What," said I, "are you going master of a vessel? or have you heard from your lady-love?"

       "Neither, captain," said he, handing me a letter. "This will explain all."

       I opened and read the letter. It was from a lawyer in London, informing him of the death of an uncle, who, having no children of his own, had left Dick his entire property, the income of which was an immense sum.

       "I congratulate you on your good fortune, Dick," said I, "although I am sorry to lose your services on board my ship; but I suppose you will go immediately to England?"

       "Yes, captain; I have just shipped myself in the barque Aurelia. She is a crazy old thing, but the only vessel there is up for London; and I do not feel at all particular as to speed, as it will probably be the last voyage I shall ever make, excepting in my own vessel."

       After we had gone aboard the ship, and dined, Dick told me his plans for the future.

       "If," said he, "the contents of that letter are true, and the old Aurelia don't go down, instead of to London, I shall buy a nice little craft, and follow the seas merely for my own amusement. I have been at sea so long that life on shore would be far too dull for me, now."

       He took a pencil from his pocket, and after marking for a moment on a piece of paper, he handed the paper to me, saying:

       "Take that, captain, and if you ever see that signal flying at a vessel's main-truck, you may know that 'Wild Dick' is on board of her. If I am alive and well, I shall be in New York about one year from this time, where I hope to have the pleasure of your company at my cabin-table."

       After wishing me a good run to Calcutta, he bade me good-by, and left the ship, and I saw nothing more of him before he sailed for England. I was detained in California longer than I expected, on account of the difficulty in getting a crew; this, and a good deal of heavy weather on the passage to Calcutta, made my voyage a long one. When I arrived in New York, at the earnest request of my wife, I resigned my command of the clipper, and agreed to stay on shore for a year or two.

       When the time arrived for Dick to make his appearance, I visited the shipping daily for a considerable length of time, but not seeing any signs of him, I concluded that he must have changed his purpose of coming to New York, and so gave up looking for him. But one morning as I was reading my newspaper, I glanced at the shipping intelligence, and at the head of the list of arrivals, I saw the name of the schooner "Ellen Loraine, Glover, master." I instantly seized my hat, and to the utter astonishment of my wife, started for the wharf on a run. In a short time after leaving the house, I saw Dick's private signal floating at the mast-head of a top-sail schooner. I made my way up to her, and as I glanced aloft at her signal, to satisfy myself that I was right, before going on board, I involuntarily exclaimed: "What a beauty!"

       "She is indeed a beauty, but not half equal to the one she is named after, captain!" said a richly-dressed gentleman, who stood leaning against the taffrail. "But come on board, and examine her for yourself; I think you have looked long enough to satisfy yourself that that is the signal of 'Wild Dick!'"

       I turned, and recognized my old friend, Richard Glover. His dress was so changed, that I had not recognized him before, although he knew me the moment I came in sight of his vessel. I instantly stepped on board, and after a hearty shaking of hands, I complimented him on his fine appearance and the beauty of his craft.

       "I care but little about my personal appearance," said he, "but I am somewhat particular as regards the looks of my craft."

       After showing me about the decks, he said:

       "Now you've seen everything above board come below, and inspect my cargo of live freight!"

       "What!" said I, jokingly; "your craft isn't a slaver, is she?"

       He made no reply, but taking me by the arm, led me into the companion-way. We were met at the cabin-door by the most beautiful woman I ever saw, and judge of my surprise when Dick introduced her as his wife — she that was Ellen Loraine! At the cabin-table sat a couple, playing at chess. Dick introduced the gentleman as his brother-in-law, Mr. Loraine, and the lady as Mrs. Loraine, formerly Miss Harriet Glover.

       "You look astonished, captain," said Dick, "but be seated, and I will explain all to your satisfaction. The morning after I left you at San Francisco, I sailed for London. One dark night, when we were within a few days' sail of that port, we heard the firing of minute-guns. Our barque was headed away in the direction of the firing, and in a little time we discovered a large packet ship on fire. We approached as near to her as was consistent with the safety of the barque, and lowered our boats. We succeeded in saving a number of both passengers and crew; but they crowded into the boats in such numbers, that they were several times swamped, and thereby many valuable lives were lost that otherwise might have been saved.

       "After having, as we supposed, got all of the living on board, we were about hoisting our boats, when a shriek was heard from the burning vessel. I instantly discovered a female form standing on the forecastle, literally surrounded by the flames. I immediately sprang overboard and swam towards the burning ship. I called out to her to leap overboard; she did so, and as she arose to the surface, I caught hold of, and succeeded in sustaining her above the surface of the water, until we were picked up by a boat from the barque. When we were safe on board, I discovered that female to be none other than my 'long-lost Ellen.' Among the number, also, picked up by our boats, were my sister and Ellen's brother. None of them recognized me until the next morning, when I made myself known to them.

       "The story of my father concerning Ellen's marriage was untrue, but was told to prevent my searching for the place of her abode, which, on the death of her parents, had been the house of a maiden aunt. My father had intercepted our letters, and she supposed that I had entirely forsaken her; but she proved true to me through long years, and you see our mutual constancy is at last rewarded.

       "My sister had removed to the same neighborhood, and was wooed and won by Ellen's brother. Immediately after their marriage, they all set out on a journey to the States, partly for pleasure, and to see if they could learn any tidings of my humble self. They had been but a few days out, however, when they fell in with me under rather different circumstances than they had expected.

       "A few days after this singular meeting, we arrived safe in London, where Ellen and I were united in marriage. As soon as I could present my claims, and arrange my business matters, I bought this craft and sailed for New York, to fulfil an engagement with a friend. Now, captain, you know all; and I beg you to consider myself, and my craft, at your disposal for the present."

       Soon after, I accompanied Dick to England in the "Ellen Loraine," and before I returned home, I had the pleasure of seeing them all settled in the old homestead of Dick's father. Dick has lost his love for the sea, in the society of his beautiful wife, and for years has been loved and honored as the good "lord of Glover Manor."

(THE END)