Edward Phillips Statham

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Edward Phillips Statham The Story of the "Britannia"

But since the opening of the college at Greenwich, in 1873, it has lapsed, both in title and office; no longer is it known as the “Royal Naval College,” but simply “The College, Portsmouth Dockyard”; no more are the voices and footsteps of Senior Wranglers heard within its walls. Its glory has departed, and, as a mere temporary residence for officers who are studying gunnery, etc., in the port, the title of “College” can, in fact, no longer be justly applied, save in the most crude and literal sense.
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Edward Phillips Statham The Story of the "Britannia"

There is a slip on my hammock! I feel it going! I try to turn out, but am too late. I clutch wildly at Jones’s hammock. Bump! We are both down, and the other fellows in great delight at the tableau. It turns out to have been a trick of Jones’s; so he has been well punished.
Calm once more restored. After a little conversation, I am once more in the land of dreams.
On board H.M.S. Britannia one day is very much like another, which, though somewhat monotonous, has the advantage (if it be one) of making time fly fast.
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Edward Phillips Statham The Story of the "Britannia"

Landing at the solid stone pier abreast the ship, we cross the asphalt tennis courts, and mount the concrete steps in the far right-hand corner. There are many of these steps, intercepted by level landings, and winding up the hillside past the racquet courts, all overshadowed by trees, which lend a welcome shade, but do not prevent one getting pretty hot during the ascent. At length the last flight is surmounted, and a broad, well-kept path, still under trees, leads on past the beagle kennels, where a loud and inquisitive chorus greets a stranger, to the lower ground.
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