#frank mildmay

When the hands were turned up to muster, the number of killed amounted to nine, and wounded to thirteen. When this was made known, there seemed to be a general smile of congratulation at the number fallen, rather than of their regret for their loss. The vanity of the officers seemed tickled at the disproportionate slaughter in a frigate of our size, as compared to what they had heard the ships of the line had suffered.

— Frederick Marryat, The Naval Officer (Frank Mildmay)

Engagement between His Majesty’s Ship Amelia… and L’ Arethuse French Frigate… off the Isles of Loss, on the Coast of Africa… 7 February 1813, 1817 print.

Halifax is a charming, hospitable place: its name is associated with so many pleasing recollections, that it never fails to extort another glass from the bottle which, having been gagged, was going to pass the night in the cellaret. But only say “Halifax!” and it is like “Open sesame!” — out flies the cork, and down goes a bumper to the “health of all good lasses!”

— Frederick Marryat, The Naval Officer (Frank Mildmay)

View of Halifax from Dartmouth Cove, c. 1828 print