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inent was performed in the last ship of war, which, after the formal confirmations of the peace, remained, of that vast naval armament, which, from the heights of Torbay, for so
ntil the Meg?ra was ready to sail for Portsmouth, to be paid off, the commander of which, captain
perilous duties of the boisterous element alleviated by attentions, which, in their s
sensation produced at the Abbey on the 5th of November, 1688, after the prince of Ora
orses. The lady entertaining them civilly, said her husband was gone to Plymouth: they brought f
resolution, whilst, on the other hand, the chaplain of that day, whose opinions were not very favourable to the revolut
n, a french ship of the line, which struck to the brave captain Louis, in that ever memorable battle, were covered with the bonnet rouge; one of these caps of liberty,
o formerly resided in my neighbourhood, who, preparing to attend her mistress to the Continent, and having heard from the jolly historians of the kitchen, that the food in Fra
onsiderable circuitous sail round the southern side of the Isle of Wight, a passage which the
ly once, and that unsuccessfully, during the preceding one. We had several of them in commission, although they are confessedly of little util
ation, they were returned to us without further annoyance. Finding that the masters of the french packets were undetermined when they should sail, we resolved upon immediately leaving this celebrated seaport, and proceeding by water to Southampton, distant about twenty-f
tom of it. An observation very natural to persons in our situation occurred to me all the way, viz. that the shores seemed to be too far distant from each other, and that had there
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ded down the river, to view the beautiful ruins of Netley Abbey, in the great court of which we di
ufficient to observe, that the site of this romantic abode was granted by Henry VIII, in 1757, to a sir William Paulet, and that after having had many merry monks for its masters, who, no doubt, performed their matutin? laudes and nocturn? vigili? with devout exactness; that it is at length in the possession of Mr. Dance, who has a very fine
ion of this place, and amused us not a
n, that there Abbey is in the true roman style, and was built by a man they call--, but that's neither here nor there, I forget the name, h
ch other, the same red rich tint reigned throughout, the vessels at anchor appeared suspended in the air, the spires
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