Jacob Faithful

Gentle reader, I was born upon the water-not upon the salt and angry ocean, but upon the fresh and rapid-flowing river. It was in a floating sort of box, called a lighter, and upon the river Thames, at low water, when I first smelt the mud. This lighter was manned (an expression amounting to bullism, if not construed kind-ly) by my father, my mother, and your humble servant. My father had the sole charge-he was monarch of the deck: my mother, of course, was queen, and I was the heir-apparent.