ell whitened with pipeclay, and their heads plastered with
pomatum and powder; and then followed the royal carriage, as fine as
gold and paint and varnish could make it.

"There's King George, Freeborn," said Mr Leslie, pointing out his
Majesty, who sat looking very gracious as he bowed now out of one
window, now out of the other.

"God bless him, then!" shouted True Blue, almost beside himself with
excitement, throwing up his hat and catching it again. "Three cheers
for King George, boys! Three cheers for the King! Hurrah! hurrah!
hurrah, boys! Hip, hip, hip, hurrah!" True Blue's eye had fallen on
several other bluejackets, who happened to be near him in the crowd,
come up to London on a spree to get rid of their prize-money. Instantly
the shout was taken up by them and echoed by the rest of the crowd, till
the air was rent with cries of "Long live the King!" "Long live King
George!"

"Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah for King George!" "Hurrah for Old England!"
"Old England in arms against the world--Old England for ever!"

Mr Leslie was highly delighted, and he and his nephew joined in the
shout as loudly as any one, while the King, looking from the windows,
bowed and smiled even more cordially than before.

"Well, I've had a good sight of His Majesty, and I'll not forget his
kind face as long as I live!" exclaimed True Blue as the party walked
homeward. "It is a pleasure to know the face of the King one is
fighting for; and, God bless His Majesty, his kind look would make me
more ready than ever to stand up for him!"

All the way home True Blue could talk of nothing but the King, and how
glad he was to have seen him. In the evening, however, one of the young
ladies began to play a hornpipe, the music of which Sir Henry, not
without difficulty, had procured for her. True Blue pricked up his
ears, and then, running to the piano, exclaimed, "You play it very well
indeed, Miss Julia--that you do; but I wish that you could just hear Sam
Smatch with his fiddle--he'd take the shine out of you, I think you'd
say. Howsomdever, my lady, if you and the young ladies and Sir Henry
please, and Miss Julia will just strike up a bit of a tune, I'll shuffle
my feet about and show you what we call a hornpipe at sea. Sir Henry
knows, though, right well; but, to say truth, I'd rather have the smooth
deck under my feet than this grassy sort of stuff, which wants the right
sort of spring in it."

"Never mind, Freeborn," said Sir