Maundrell, Midshipman.
Dead. A lieutenant. Was broke for tyranny, which he richly deserved. Afterwards restored to his rank. Nicknamed Mantrap, from taking up deserters.
J. A. Gardner, Midshipman.
A commander.
EDGAR, 74
Early in 1787 I joined the Edgar, a guard-ship in Portsmouth Harbour—Charles Thompson, Esq., captain, formerly of the Boreas; and soon after went to Spithead and hoisted the broad pennant of the Honorable John Leveson Gower as commodore of the squadron of observation; but the Dutch armament taking place prevented their sailing. Several ships of the line assembled at Spithead, and others fitting in the harbour; but to no purpose, as the business was soon settled, and the ships returned to their stations, and those fitting were paid off. Next spring we were again ordered to Spithead, and a promotion of flags having taken place, we hoisted the flag (blue at the mizen) of Rear-Admiral the Hon. John Leveson Gower, as commander-in-chief of the fleet of observation, consisting of the following men of war:
| Edgar | 74 | {Rear-Admiral Honorable John Leveson Gower.[[47]] {Captain Charles Thompson.[[47]] |
| Colossus | 74 | Captain Hugh Cloberry Christian.[[47]] |
| Magnificent | 74 | Captain Hon. Geo. C. Berkeley.[[47]] |
| Culloden | 74 | Captain Sir Thomas Rich, [Bart.][[48]] |
| Crown | 74 | Captain Charles Morice Pole.[[47]] |
| Scipio | 64 | Captain Skeffington Lutwidge.[[49]] |
| Hebe | 36 | Captain Edward Thornbrough.[[50]] |
| Andromeda | 32 | Captain H.R.H. Prince William Henry.[[50]] |
| Trimmer | 18 | Captain Charles Tyler.[[50]] |
Sailed with the squadron to the westward of Scilly, and off the Irish coast for nearly two months, putting in occasionally to Cawsand Bay and Torbay, and then returned to our station as guard-ship on Portsmouth Harbour. We were very glad to get rid of our admiral. He was what we call a tight hand of the watch; one that would make a fellow jump where there was no stile. He used to play hell and turn up Jack, and would spare nobody. He had an ugly trick of getting up as early as three and sometimes before it in the morning, and would walk the quarter deck in a flannel jacket, and most of the time without a hat, until breakfast was ready; a happy dog of a midshipman walking between two of the quarter deck guns with a signal book, which ever and anon he would call for in the voice of Stentor—
Stentor the strong, endued with brazen lungs,
Whose throat surpassed the force of fifty tongues.