as he and they chose.  But he grew shy, though he had favorites; I was one.  Then the captain always asked him to dinner on Monday.  Every mess in succession took up the invitation in its turn.  According to the size of the ship, you had him at your mess more or less often at dinner.  His breakfast he ate in his own state-room—­he always had a state-room—­which was where a sentinel or somebody on the watch could see the door.  And whatever else he ate or drank, he ate or drank alone.  Sometimes, when the marines or sailors had any special jollification, they were permitted to invite “Plain-Buttons,” as they called him.  Then Nolan was sent with some officer, and the men were forbidden to speak of home while he was there.  I believe the theory was that the sight of his punishment did them good.  They called him “Plain-Buttons” because, while he always chose to wear a regulation army uniform, he was not permitted to wear the army button, for the reason that it bore either the initials or the insignia of the country he had disowned.

I remember soon after I joined the navy I was on shore with some of the older officers from our ship and from the Brandywine, which we had met at Alexandria.  We had leave to make a party and go up to Cairo and the Pyramids.  As we jogged along (you went on donkeys then), some of the gentlemen (we boys called them “Dons,” but the phrase was long since changed) fell to talking about Nolan, and some one told the system which was adopted from the first about his books and other reading.  As he was almost never permitted to go on shore, even though the vessel lay in port for months, his time at the best hung heavy; and every body was permitted to lend him books, if they were not published in America, and made no allusion to it.  These were common enough in the old days, when people in the other hemisphere talked of the United States as little as we do of Paraguay.  He had almost all the foreign papers that came into the ship, sooner or later; only somebody must go over them first, and cut out any advertisement or stray paragraph that alluded to America.  This was a little cruel sometimes, when the back of what was cut might be as innocent as Hesiod.  Right in the midst of one of Napoleon’s battles, or one of Canning’s speeches, poor Nolan would find a great hole, because on the back of the page of that paper there had been an advertisement of a packet for New York, or a scrap from the President’s message.  I say this was the first time I ever heard of this plan, which afterward I had enough and more than enough to do with.  I remember it, because poor Phillips, who was of the party, as soon as the allusion to reading was made, told a story of something which happened at the Cape of Good Hope on Nolan’s first voyage; and it is the only thing I ever knew of that voyage.  They had touched at the Cape, and had done the civil thing with the English admiral and the fleet, and then, leaving for