Newton Forster

Newton Forster, by Frederick
Marryat

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Title: Newton Forster
Author: Frederick Marryat
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NEWTON FORSTER OR, THE MERCHANT SERVICE
BY CAPTAIN MARRYAT

LONDON J.M. DENT AND CO. BOSTON: LITTLE, BROWN AND
CO. MDCCCXCV 1832, 1895
[Illustration]
Contents
CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

CHAPTER VII

CHAPTER VIII

CHAPTER IX

CHAPTER X

CHAPTER XI

CHAPTER XII

CHAPTER XIII

CHAPTER XIV

CHAPTER XV

CHAPTER XVI

CHAPTER XVII

CHAPTER XVIII

CHAPTER XIX

CHAPTER XX

CHAPTER XXI

CHAPTER XXII

CHAPTER XXIII

CHAPTER XXIV

CHAPTER XXV

CHAPTER XXVI

CHAPTER XXVII

CHAPTER XXVIII

CHAPTER XXIX

CHAPTER XXX

CHAPTER XXXI

CHAPTER XXXII

CHAPTER XXXIII

CHAPTER XXXIV

CHAPTER XXXV

CHAPTER XXXVI

CHAPTER XXXVII

CHAPTER XXXVIII

CHAPTER XXXIX

CHAPTER XL

CHAPTER XLI

CHAPTER XLII

CHAPTER XLIII

CHAPTER XLIV

CHAPTER XLV

CHAPTER XLVI

CHAPTER XLVII

CHAPTER XLVIII

CHAPTER XLIX

CHAPTER L

CHAPTER LI

CHAPTER LII

CHAPTER LIII

Prefatory Note
Newton Forster, or the Merchant Service, first appeared in the
Metropolitan Magazine, 1832. It is one of the novels which specially
suggests a comparison between Marryat and Smollett, both authors
having described acts of impressment with vigour and indignation.
Jeffrey, of the Edinburgh Review, wrote to Mrs Marryat, January

1832:----
"That I have read it [Newton Forster] all through in the week I have to
finish the preparation of our Scotch Reform Bill (if you will forgive me
for mentioning such a thing) is proof enough, I think, that my opinion
is very favourable. It is certainly very entertaining, which I take to be
the first virtue of a work of this description; but it is interesting as well
as entertaining, and not only shows great power of invention, but a very
amiable nature and a kind heart."
The Editor quoted on page 23 is presumably Marryat himself. At least
the footnote occurs in the first edition, and was probably reprinted from
the magazine, where the identity of editor and author was not so patent.
It is here printed from the first edition, in three volumes; motto:
Honesty is the best policy. James Cochrane & Co., 1832.[1] R.B.J.
[Footnote 1: Thompson has been changed to Johnson and, in another
place, Robinson to Robertson, in order to let the same characters act
under one name throughout the book.]

Newton Forster;
OR,
The Merchant Service
* * * * *
Chapter I
"And what is this new book the whole world makes such a rout about?
----Oh! 'tis out of all plumb, my lord,----quite an irregular thing; not
one of the angles at the four corners was a right angle. I had my rule
and compasses, my lord, in my pocket----Excellent critic!
"Grant me patience, just Heaven! Of all the cants which are canted in
this canting world----though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst,

the cant of criticism is the most tormenting!"----Sterne.
What authors in general may feel upon the subject I know not, but I
have discovered, since I so rashly took up my pen, that there are three
portions of a novel which are extremely difficult to arrange to the
satisfaction of a fastidious public.
The first is the beginning, the second the middle, and the third is the
end.
The painter who, in times of yore, exposed his canvas to universal
criticism, and found, to his mortification, that there was not a particle
of his composition which had not been pronounced defective by one
pseudo-critic or another, did not receive severer castigation than I have
experienced from the unsolicited remarks of "d----d good-natured
friends."
"I like your first and second volume," said a tall, long-chinned,
short-sighted blue, dressed in yellow, peering into my face, as if her
eyes were magnifying glasses, and she was obtaining the true focus of
vision, "but you fall off in your last, which is all about that nasty
line-of-battle ship."
"I don't like your plot, sir," bawls out in a stentorian voice an elderly
gentleman; "I don't like your plot, sir," repeated he with an air of
authority, which he had long assumed, from supposing because