The Mate of the Lily: Notes from Harry Musgrave's Log Book

Jack Radburn, mate of the ÒLily,Ó was as prime a seaman as ever broke biscuit. Brave, generous, and true, so said all the crew, as did also Captain Haiselden, with whom he had sailed since he had first been to sea. Yet so modest and gentle was he on shore that, in spite of his broad shoulders and sun-burnt brow, landsmen were apt to declare that Òbutter wouldnÕt melt in his mouth.Ó A finer brig than the ÒLilyÓ never sailed from the port of London. Well built and well foundÑmany a successful voyage had she made to far distant seas. Jack Radburn might have got command of a larger craft, but Captain Haiselden, who had nursed him through a fever caught on the coast of Africa, and whose life on another occasion he had saved, thus closely cementing their friendship, begged him to remain with him for yet another voyage, likely to be the most adventurous they had ever yet undertaken. Though he was my uncle, I have spoken of him as Jack Radburn, mate of the ÒLily,Ó as did everybody else; indeed, he was, I may say, as well known as the captain himself. My mother, who was the daughter of a clergyman long since dead, had not many acquaintances. She had been left by my grandfather with little or nothing to depend upon, when her brother introduced to her my father, then first mate of the ship to which he belonged.