e asked for
none with himself. If he won no love, he compelled respect.

Of his officers little need be said. Corner, the first lieutenant, was a
stout seaman, who bottled up his disapproval of his captain's behaviour
until the commission was out. Hayward, the second lieutenant, was a
time-server. He had been a midshipman on the _Bounty_ at the time of the
mutiny, and an intimate friend of young Peter Heywood who was constrained
to cast in his lot with the mutineers, yet, when Heywood gave himself up
on the arrival of the _Pandora_ at Tahiti, his old comrade, now risen in
the world, received him with a haughty stare. Of Larkin, Passmore, and
the rest, we know nothing.

Fortunately for us, the _Pandora_ carried a certain rollicking,
irresponsible person as surgeon. George Hamilton has been called "a
coarse, vulgar, and illiterate man, more disposed to relate licentious
scenes and adventures, in which he and his companions were engaged, than
to give any information of proceedings and occurrences connected with
the main object of the voyage." From this puritanical criticism most
readers will dissent. Hamilton was bred in Northumberland, and was at
this time past forty. His portrait, the frontispiece to his book,
represents him in the laced coat and powdered wig of the period, a man of
middle age, with clever, well-cut features, and a large, humorous, and
rather sensual mouth. His book, with all its faults of scandalous plain
speech, is one that few naval surgeons of that day could have written.
The style, though flippant, is remarkable for a cynical but always
good-natured humour, and on the rare occasions when he thought it
professionally incumbent on him to be serious, as in his discussion of
the best dietary for long voyages, and the physical effects of
privations, his remarks display observation and good sense. It must be
admitted, I fear, that he relates certain of his own and his shipmates'
adventures ashore with shameless gusto, but he wrote in an age that loved
plain speech, and that did not care to veil its appetite for licence.
Like Edwards, he tells us little of the prisoners after they were
consigned to "Pandora's Box." His narrative is valuable as a commentary
on Edwards' somewhat meagre report, and for the sidelights which it
throws upon the manners of naval officers of those days. Even Edwards, to
whom he is always loyal, does not escape his little shaft of satire when
he relates how the stern captain was d