One of his last pleasures was to arrange his dining-
room. Many and many a room (in their wandering and thriftless
existence) had he seen his wife furnish with exquisite taste, and
perhaps with 'considerable luxury': now it was his turn to be the
decorator. On the wall he had an engraving of Lord Rodney's
action, showing the PROTHEE, his father's ship, if the reader
recollects; on either side of this on brackets, his father's sword,
and his father's telescope, a gift from Admiral Buckner, who had
used it himself during the engagement; higher yet, the head of his
grandson's first stag, portraits of his son and his son's wife, and
a couple of old Windsor jugs from Mrs. Buckner's. But his simple
trophy was not yet complete; a device had to be worked and framed
and hung below the engraving; and for this he applied to his
daughter-in-law: 'I want you to work me something, Annie. An
anchor at each side - an anchor - stands for an old sailor, you
know - stands for hope, you know - an anchor at each side, and in
the middle THANKFUL.
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