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There was also a certain Reverend Henry James Monroe , M.A. , a middle-aged , refined , and very scholarly man , who served in the dual capacity of chaplain of the ship and tutor to the aforesaid Julius . He was one of the saloon party , and was held in the highest honour and respect by Mrs Vansittart , who deferred to his opinion in all things save in the matter of discipline where her darling boy was concerned . I also learned that the yacht was manned by a crew of no less than eighty seamen , every one of whom was rated as A.B. ; so that , with the saloon party , officers , petty officers , stewards , and stewardesses , we should make the respectable muster of one hundred and eight all told when we went to sea on the morrow . It was past nine o'clock , and a cold , dreary night , with a drizzle of rain , when at length I quitted the hospitable wardroom of the yacht and wended my way back to my rather frowsy lodging in Nightingale Lane . Arrived there , I forthwith proceeded to write a letter to my mother , whose home was in the picturesque little village of Newton Ferrers , near Plymouth , informing her of my good fortune in having secured so satisfactory a berth , and explaining my inability to run down and see her before my departure owing to the fact that we were to sail on the following day . Then , having posted my letter , I got my few traps together , bundled them all into my sea chest , and turned in to take my last sleep on English soil for many a long day to come . I was up and astir again by seven o'clock the next morning , my first move being to go along to the yacht and interview Snip , the tailor , in accordance with my arrangement of the previous evening .