lance with his other hand, encountered the squire's ribs by accident.

Timothy was not slow in returning the salutation with the weapon which he
still wielded. Mr. Clarke running up to the assistance of his uncle, was
opposed by the lacquey, who seemed extremely desirous of seeing the enemy
revenge his quarrel, by falling foul of one another. Clarke, thus
impeded, commenced hostilities against the footman, while Crowe grappled
with Crabshaw; a battle-royal ensued, and was maintained with great
vigour, and some bloodshed on all sides, until the authority of Sir
Launcelot, reinforced by some weighty remonstrances applied to the
squire, put an end to the conflict. Crabshaw immediately desisted, and
ran roaring to communicate his grievances to Gilbert, who seemed to
sympathise very little with his distress. The lacquey took to his heels;
Mr. Clarke wiped his bloody nose, declaring he had a good mind to put the
aggressor in the Crown-office; and Captain Crowe continued to ejaculate
unconnected oaths; which, however, seemed to imply that he was almost
sick of his new profession. "D--n my eyes, if you call this--start my
timbers, brother--look ye, d'ye see--a lousy, lubberly, cowardly son of
a--among the breakers, d'ye see--lost my steerage way--split my binnacle;
bawl away--O! d--n all arrantry--give me a tight vessel, d'ye see,
brother--mayhap you may n't--snatch my--sea-room and a spanking gale--
odds heart, I'll hold a whole year's--smite my limbs; it don't signify
talking."

Our hero consoled the novice for his disaster, by observing that if he
had got some blows he had lost no honour. At the same time he observed,
that it was very difficult, if not impossible, for a man to succeed in
the paths of chivalry, who had passed the better part of his days in
other occupations, and hinted that, as the cause which had engaged him in
this way of life no longer existed, he was determined to relinquish a