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A MIDDYS RECOLLECTIONS

THE AUTHOR AS A MIDSHIPMAN IN 1856.

A MIDDYS
RECOLLECTIONS

18531860

BY
REAR-ADMIRAL THE HONOURABLE
VICTOR ALEXANDER MONTAGU

LONDON
ADAM AND CHARLES BLACK
1898

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IN MEMORY OF
MY MOTHER

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CONTENTS

CHAPTER I

PAGE

Entering the Navy

CHAPTER II

The Princess Royal

CHAPTER III

War with Russia Declared

CHAPTER IV

The Crimea

CHAPTER V

Punishments in the Navy

CHAPTER VI

Russia Collapses

CHAPTER VII

Leisure Hours

CHAPTER VIII

Some Distinguished Sailors

CHAPTER IX

Play on Board; and some Duties

CHAPTER X

Pirate-Hunting; and a Dinner Party

CHAPTER XI

War with China Declared

CHAPTER XII

The Raleigh Wrecked

CHAPTER XIII

At War in China

CHAPTER XIV

More Pirate Hunting

CHAPTER XV

The Indian Mutiny

CHAPTER XVI

The Naval Brigade at Work

CHAPTER XVII

Incidents of the Campaign

CHAPTER XVIII

A Touch-and-Go Engagement

CHAPTER XIX

Compliments to the Naval Brigade

CHAPTER XX

Home Again

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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

The author as a Midshipman in 1856. From an oil painting

Facing page

The author as a Naval Cadet, 1853. From a miniature

H.M.S. Princess Royal, of 91 guns, 1853

The signal flying for war, and Fleet cheering

H.M.S. Raleigh, 50-gun sailing frigate, wrecked off Macao (China), the 14th April 1857

The battle of Fatshan, showing the sinking of Commodore The Honourable Henry Keppels galley, 1st June 1857

H.M.S. Pearl, 21-gun corvette

The author at the present day

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CHAPTER I
ENTERING THE NAVY

Born in April 1841, I was about six months more than twelve years old when I joined the Royal Navy. My father was the seventh Earl of Sandwich; my mother, a daughter of the Marquis of Anglesea, who commanded cavalry at Waterloo, and lost his leg by one of the last shots fired on that eventful day. It is said that when Lord Angleseas thigh was struck he happened to be riding by the side of the Duke of Wellington, and exclaimed, suddenly, O the Devil! my leg is hit! The Duke turned round, looked at him, and said, The deuce it is! His leg was shortly afterwards amputated. As all the surgeons knives had become blunt from the long days work, it took twenty minutes to perform the operation. I was the second of four sons, and was educated by a private tutor.

For some time before I was sent to sea, my father had often expressed a wish that, hailing from a naval family, one of his sons should select the Sea as his profession. Somehow or another, it devolved upon me to be the naval representative; and, though my father did not enforce this idea, I took it into my head that I should like it. My poor mother had misgivings. She loathed the sea, and could not bring herself to believe that any one else could endure its hardships. She was second to none, however, in her admiration of the Service.

No doubt I thought it a fine thing to don a naval uniform and wear a sword at my side at twelve and a half. A position of importance was assured. Of sea-life I knew but little. I had on several occasions, when staying at the Castle at Cowes (enjoying the hospitality of my grandfather, Lord Anglesea), sailed in his famous old cutter, the Pearl (130 tons); but beyond learning, when beating about the Solent, what sea-sickness was, my experience was naught. However, on the 15th of December 1853, I was gazetted a naval cadet in the Queens Navy.

It was deemed advisable to send me to a school where boys were prepared for examination before joining the Navy. When it is remembered that ones qualification consisted only in being able to master simple dictation from some English work, and arithmetic as far as the Rule of Three, this will seem incompatible with modern ideas. So it was, however; and I found myself, some time in October 1853, at the school of Mr. Eastman, a retired naval instructor who kept a house of about thirty boys in St. Georges Square, Portsea. This mansion I visited not long ago, and found it a tavern of the first quality.

If my memory serves me rightly, we did not indulge in much study at that school. We used to walk out to Southsea Common in twos and twos to play games, and, if opportunity offered, to have rows with what we called the cads, the youth of the town: a pastime which the usher encouraged.

It was a very rough school. The food was execrable; many of us were cooped up in the same room; and I have a vivid remembrance of the foot-pan which we were allowed to use only once a week. On birthdays, or other select occasions, the chosen few were regaled with very large junks of bread sparsely besmeared with butter, and tea in the parlour, about 4.30 P.M. ; our host and hostess being at that time well into their second glass of toddy, and drowsy though attempting to amuse us with old sea stories.

Sometimes we were taken to the Dockyard. I well remember being much interested in watching a Russian frigate then in dock refitting, and wondering to myself why Russians looked so different from men of my own race, and why their ships carried such a curious scent. This reminds me that often in after years, when returning to my ship on a dark night and not being exactly sure of her position, I have been guided by the peculiar smell which you notice in passing under the stern of a foreign man-of-war. The perfume of each navy is distinct; and the position of a ship, which I recollected from the daytime, was often the means of putting me on my right course during a nights pull.

I do not remember anything particularly worth recording during my six-weeks stay at that school. Only, on one occasion, about midnight, we were all aroused by the noise caused by the smashing of glass. Running out in our night-shirts into the street, we discovered that all the front plate-glass windows were broken. The master, in his fury, thought that open mutiny had broken out in school, and vowed vengeance on every bone in our bodies. It turned out that Mr. Eastman had been cramming some mates for their examination towards Lieutenancies, and that, as they had all signally failed, they had expressed their displeasure by breaking the windows. No clue was obtained at the time; but I happened to hear all about the affair when I joined my first ship. Three of the culprits were serving in that vessel, and told me the story.

Shortly after this, the time arrived when I was to present myself at the Royal Naval College to pass my examination. The nervous and sleepless nights! Though I felt perfectly capable of passing through the ordeal, the name of the Royal College overawed me. The thought of naval dons sitting in conclave over my work, with the possibility of their finding it defective, was as an evil dream. When the day arrived, two short hours sufficed to get me through. My arithmetic was faultless; and, though I spelt

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