The lovers of the deep: in four cantos; to which is added a variety of miscellaneous poems

Front matter

THE

LOVERS OF THE DEEP

IN FOUR CANTOS:

Canto IV. Part II, 143

Part III, 157

Part IV, 169

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

Forget me not, . . . . .

Address to Spring, .....

Sunset in Autumn, - ■ -

Song, -

1:7

Stanzas, to Eveline, .....

The Dawning of the Day, '^

ToHeloise,

Harriet Redding, .....

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The Wife,

The Mourner,

Lineswrittenin an Album, ....

2[;5

Nature, - . .

. 206

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CONTENTS

Far from my native hills,

I seek not gold for love of gold,

The Bower cf Roses, -

Morning Walk in Spring,

To my birthday,

Morning in Spring, i -

Prize Address, -

Address, . . . .

Bellemonte House,

The Mocking Bird,

To Hope, ....

The Rose of the West,

Dear Fanny,

To the Bluebird,

Some Peerless Rose,

Vernal Hymn, -

New Year Address, ■ .

The Scarlet Feather, -

The Beauty of the West, . . . . .

The Green, Green Wood, . .

While sailing o'er the tropic sea, - . . .

May Morning, . . .

This Cup, * .

Harvest Song, - - -

Dum Vivimus Vivamus, '..-..

O, give me back the fields of broome.

The Aged Oak,

Paraphrase, ......

The Seminole, ......

To Helen,

UrbsRegina, .......

Lines on witnessing the funeral obsequies cf Col. J. Bartle,

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Preface

I HAVE often thought, when wading through a lon^ and elaborate pretace, that, if I shoukl ever write one myself, it should be brief and to the point. Accordingly, discarding all cnpcrfluity of language, I proceed at once to one or .two explanations, which may with propriety be given, and found useful to the reader.

The principal Poem is founded upon an incident, supposed to have occurred in connexion with the destruction of the steamer Pulaski, by tlie bursting of her boiler, while on her passage from Savannah to Charleston. Among those who happily escaped immediate death or injury by the explosion, were a young gentleman and lady, who were thrown near each other. The gentleman succeeded in placing his fair partner upon a floating fragment of the wreck, on which they were tossed at the mercy of the waves, for three days; sufFe-ring intensely from thirst, and exposure to the tropic sun, and momentarily in danger of being overwhelmed by the billows, and swallowed up in the abyss. Their mutual distress doubtless excited mutual tenderness of feeling, for misery sympathises with misery: they became tenderly attached to each other; and, when scarce a hope of safety was left them — when nature was nearly exhausted, and they were fast sinking under their sufferings, with no other prospect but that of perishing together: — in that incomprehensible union of love and despair, of which human life is not wanting in examples ; they pledged their

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faith to each other, to wed, should Heaven in mercy grant them dehverance. They were subsequently rescued from their perilous situation, and, happily, redeemed at the altar the pledges given in the hour of adversity and trial. The incident was uncommon, partaking sufficiently of the romantic, and suggested the idea of "The Lovers of the Deep." As the plan and denouement of the tale had little connexion with the mass of the passengers and crew of the unfortunate vessel, particularly after the catastrophe; I availed myself of what is considered a poetic license, confining my attention chiefly to the Pair in whose fate I was most interested; and in whose final rescue, I have somewhat deviated from the more authentic chronicles of the times, in relation to that appalling disaster.

In drawing my characters, I have pursued, not unfrequently, that train of thought which seemed most readily and naturally to present itself; and which, perhaps, in one particular, conjugal fidelity, has imbibed a color from that domestic misfortune, which has cast fiuch a gloom over, and so greatly embittered, the last few years of my life. With reference to that personal calamity, I may add, that, conceiving the separation unjust in its origin, and cruel in its continuance ; under the pressure of embittered feelings, I may have adverted to it too harshly, and characterized it in a manner it may not have fully merited. But a studied silence of three years, on the part of one, on whom the question of reunion wholly depended^ appeared to justify the notice I have taken of it, and the asperity with which it is marked.

Of the miscellaneous pieces, the greater proportion wa^ written in Cincinnati, within the last five years, under the 'same circumstances hereafter adverted to, and to which may be attributed that tinge of melancholy, which more or less pervades the volume. A 'few only were published at the East, many years

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since; one or two of which are so dated, and the dale of others accidentally omitted.

And here I would present my sincere and grateful acknowledgments to my subscribers generally, who have so liberally patronized me ; and especially to those gentlemen, without whose countenance and aid, I should scarcely have been enabled to present my book to the public.

As I shall be frequently found speaking in the first pers)n, I may perhaps, without impropriety, offer tlie foUoving short account of my career.

I im a native of the state of Connecticut, and from my jouth have been rather of a lively and roving disposition. At an early age I absconded from home, with an intention of joining the army; but wa,s reclaimed, arid shortly afterwards bound an apprentice to the Printing business. At the age of twenty-one, I indulged my military enthusiasm, and joined the Missouri expedition. At the reduction of the army in 1821, I received my discharge at Belle Fontaine, and, descending the Mississippi, commenced a new caleer on the ocean. I liked this element better than tie land; and the desire of seeing foreign countries, ir.duced me to follow, for some years, the life of a eailor. Being discharged at one time from the La Plata frigate, in Carthagena, Colombia, I was forcibly impressed into the Patriot service. After many vicissitudes of fortune, I. was enabled, through the generous assistance of the Hon. George Watts, British Consul for that Republic, to return home. I subsequently entered the American Navy, in which I served about three years and a half. My last voyage was in the Hudson frigate, on the Brazil station, from which ship 1 was sent home an invalid, to Washington, where I was finally discharged from the service in 1829.

Without intending to offer an apology for the numerous deficiencies which ray volume exhibits, 'particularly

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the leading Poem, in point of correctness, elegance and taste J I may be permitted to say to the classic and discerninor reader, that he must not expect an erudite or finished performance. I have but- small claims to scholarship, more especially to that department of education comprehending syntax and rhetoric. My advantages for acquiring elementary knowledge were suddenly withdrawn and narrowly circumscribed, when I had completed eleven years; from which period Nature became my preceptor: or, it may peihapa more truly be said, that my subsequent acquirements were made in the school of circumstance. To such, and -also to the general reader, I would say, ^hat I have written under many and great disadvartages. With a mind not characterized by any great latural force; stored with but little reading, and that mostly of a local and superficial character; without books, of ;any land — not even a dictionary — I was thrown altogether upon my own slender resources. The leading Poem was begun and concluded under circumstances never above want: though a regard to truth constrains ma to acknowledge, that these . circumstances were not unfrcquently the consequence of a want of moral firmness and stability, on my own part — to say the least of it — induced by tlie sudden and unlooked-for overthrow of cherished hopes and desires." If, however, an apology is necessary, it may be offered in 3Xtenuation, that the vigor of my . constitution is impaired; and my necessities — common to ]poverty — compel me to present myself, prematurely, I fear, for pablic patronage. Deeply sensible of this, but conscious that I have written with an honest aim, I can the ; more cheerfally submit my work, as I most respectfully do, to the indulgent candor of that public, and its just award of censure or applause.

EDWARD A. M'LAUGHLIN.

Cincinnati Oct. 15, 1841.

LOVEES OF THE DEEP

Part I

Celestial Muse ! Spirit of sacred song, To whom the flowers of Poesy belong, The wild, the fancifiU, the dulcet flow, . The graceful sentiment, the fervid glow, The tuneful meeisure, the harmonious rhyme, The brilliant metaphor, the thought sublime ; In sounding numbers swelling to the sphere, Or in soft cadence falling on the ear. Descend on burning wing, my heart inspire. And light my spirit with poetic fire ! Some traits of Truth the gentle Heavens bestow, To guide the wandering race of men below, To light the turbid darkness of the mind, Where Reason's self, without her aid, is blind ; By Nature taught, in every plant that grows. Each tree that blossoms, and each flower that blows. By animated Ufe, where'er it moves. Through Lybian deserts, or Itahan groves. On airy wing above the umbrageous woods, Or o'er the valleys, or beneath the floods. Teach me to know, and in prophetic verse. To wayward man the various theme rehearse. 2

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I court the Delphian Muse, and wake the lyre To notes of wild dismay, despair and wo ! Shipwreck I sing, and those, whose vital fire Shall quench in ocean ere the morrow's glow, And sleep in death on coral beds below — Peace to their manes ! I touch the chords once more To softer strains, and gentler measures flow ; While from the wreck, the Goddess shall restore A Pair whom Love redeems, in safety to the shore.

For them, the elements shall cease to rage, And sea and sky their mildest aspect wear ; The waves subside, the boisterous winds assuage. And gelid zephyrs fan the sultry air ; The clouds roll back their fleecy volumes fair, And heaven again upon the waters smile : While viewless spirits wait upon them there, By day, by night — of their deep grief beguile. And guide their fragile bark to ocean's verdant isle.

The sun had risen upon the mighty deep, Whose troubled bosom drank the effluent ray ; The winds were waking from their midnight sleep, As upward rolled the fervid king of day. To rouse the ocean to the dread affray Of warring elements : the wild alarm Spread far and wide, above, below, midway. While the fierce spirits of the tempest arm, At His command who rides the Monarch of liie storm.

The gusts that came and went, the heavy mass Of vapors, stretching over all the sky, Sol's bloody disk, as seen through darkUng glass. And rainbow bright that in the north did lie : All these, to many a seaman's practiced eye. Told that the spirit of the storm was free, Unchained, and riding through the concave high, MarshjJling the winds beneath heaven's canopy, That spanned with frightful arch the wide and restless sea.

Dark sullen clouds hiu:ig over all the west, The east in streaks of deep vermilion glowed, In sable veil the lowering skies were drest, And fearfully the unstable waste bestrode : The winds upon the crested billows rode, Scattering the snow-white foam in misty spray )> The lightnings flashed, the thunders did explode, The sea-bird screamed, the shadows ruled tlxc day, And ocean, sky, and air, gave signal of dismay.

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A gallant ship with canvas ^ving outspread. And swift revolving wheels on either side, Urged by the power of steam from ocean fed, In grace and beauty o'er the wave did glide. Ploughed the rough sea and stemmed the briny tide ; Almost without an effort onward flew Over the vast abyss, in strength and pride. Passing the rough but yielding billows through. As if the rolUng swells were playful drops of dew.

The striped and starry flag of Liberty : That standard sheet, erst floating o'er the wreck Of bafilcd efforts to enslave the free, When Freedom's sons had won the victor}-, And reared her altars in the Western world : Triumphant or on land or rolling sea, In every zone — by every shore unfurled. That flag shall proudly wave till Time's last dart is hurled.

Rich was the freight the gallant vessel bore — Jewels of hope, intelligences rare, • Hearts, that the days of honor might restore, If chivalry were vassal to the Fair : Youth, beauty, elegance, and worth were there, Aspiring manhood and experienced sage, And cherub innocence that knew no care, Maternal grace and patriarchal age — A noble Company as ever trode Ufe's stage.

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Blooming in health, buoyant with spirits light, Life, to the yovathful seemed an endless charm ; Bathed in the vernal morn of being bright, Each eye was brilliant and each bosom warm ; The present was all bliss — Hope did disarm The future of all wo, and strewed with flowers Life's lease, whose transient term stirred no alarm : For them the morning woke the rosy hours, And Pleasure led them through her variegated bowers.

What disappointment shocked them, when the sky In sable mantle drest, gave note of wo — When burst the clouds and let the tempest fly, That lashed to madness all the waste below — When flashed the lightning in its lurid glow, And heaven's artillery shook the wide rent air — When strained the ship, and driven to and fro, Seemed like a toy — a. plaything, quivering there, Tossed by the winds and waves in wild and mute despair.

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The gale cam<> slnwly on, rippliniT the sea With flickering winds, that veered the compass round, Till at northeast it settled steadily. And blew with murmuring and hollow sound. Still gathering strength from all the circle round, To scourge the ocean in its maniac rage, And rouse the fury of the deep profound : The war begins — the elements engage. And all against the ship vindictive battle wage,

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The Captain gives command to shorten sail : — "Topmcn aloft, away there, no delay ! Clew up the courses and the spanker brail. Luff to the wind, and lower the yards away! Close reef the topsails — hoist — sheet home — belay : The royals and to'-gallants send l)clow — The head-sheets stow, within the booms convey — Set the storm-staysails fore and aft !" — The blow Has struck the ship prepared : — "Up helm, and let her go !

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She sinks, she rises on the swelling surge, Scenes of wild horror meet the landsman's view ; The raging billows seem to roar her dirge, She leaps, she flies — the flying winds pursue : Sea, following sea, breaks over her — the crew, Lashed to the rigging, scarce their hold sustain, Yet only dread the vessel's broaching to : 'Should the strained wheel- ropes part, all hope is vaiii, Full well I know her fate — she founders on the main.

For I have rode \ipon the mountain wave, Upreared by the tempestuous howling blast, When terror ruled the deep, and many a grave. Dug by the warring elements, aghast Yawned o'er the waters ; and the trembling mast Bent to the charging winds — while to the roar Gf ocean in his wrath, like an outcast. The frightened vessel reeled the billows o'er. Drowned in the foaming surge, three hundred leagues from shore.

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Eiglit hours she struggled through the doubtful strife, Laboring in very helplessness of wo :• Her living freight were anxious but for hfe. For life would each the wealth of earth forego : Fame, station, rank — all honors here below Men prize, were less than nothing in that hour. When danger, triple-winged, rode to and fro — ■ When death was hovering, eager to devour. And scarce one ray of hope was left the bosom's dower.

The clouds their watery burthens poured amain, In rushing cataracts that deluged ocean ; The whirlwinds rode upon the maddened main, That heaved and struggled in the dread commotion : Fire, water, air — three elements in motion, In tripple b.ttle joined with onset dire ; The forked lightnings charged the deep's proportiun From heaven's high battlements, and flashing ire. Tore up the groaning surge, and swathed the sea in fire, 2*

And now men prayed that never prayed before, Nor bent the knee to heaven's Ahnighty Kmg, Who bids the ocean hush, or bids it roar, And binds the tempest or unchains its wing : Careless or mad, they throw away the spring Of life, when iilnocence buds on the brow. And the young heart is just prepared to cling To truth or error, as the will doth bow : — They yield their strength to vice, and ^irtue disavow.

But when the sudden danger downward sped, Comes rushing like a thunderbolt to earth, When the proud spirit faints, when hope is fled, And groans and sighs becloud the soul of mirth : Then they can kneel, and pray, as prayer were worth Ten thousand worlds in pristine beauty drest : But will that prayer avail which is the birth Of guilty fear '? Will God be thus confest. Whose name they have blasphemed — his goodness never blest 1

There is a path, which, taken in life's piime. Leads to a valley of fair fruits and flowers ; That path is narroW' at the birth of Time, But gently widens with increasing hours. And lovelier grows, as we approach the bowers That bloom perennial there, bright and serene, Exhaling living fragrance beneath shcJwers Of grace, that fall from heaven : — that path I ween, Is Virtue; and the vale, where Happiness is seen.

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Who reaches those fair bowers, shall never feel The sting of Conscience — the upbraiding soul ; But Peace upon his heart shall set her seal. And hold each wayward pasgion in control : Though lightnings flash, and bellowing thunders roll, And warring elements meet in the shock Of struggling nature, and convulse the pole ; No guilty horrors at his breast shall knock, Pure as the unclouded stone — the white unblemished rock.

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Now huilg the sliip upon the mountain wave. That heaved its apex midway to the sky ; Now downward prone, sinks in a yawning grave. And in the dark and deep abyss doth Ue : The surges rear their white-capped heads on liigh, Above the topsail-yard, while in her wake Rolls a huge billow close astern — well nigh Upon the decks its fearful force to break, And ship, and crew, and all, whelm in the unfathomed lake.

Oh, for the blessed land once more to tread ! The veriest waste beneath the burning Line, Saharah's desert, where no shadows spread, Nor ever falls the grateful shower benign — The shores where Nova Zcmbla sleeps supme, Locked in eternal winter's cold embrace ; Siberia's prison hills, where men resign All hope — earth's mdst inhospitable place Were paradise, compared with ocean's troubled space

The spirit yearns in agony of thought, Toward nature's vernal walks far o'er the sea. With many a grateful recollection fraught Of home's dear ties and pleasant scenerj'' ; The verdant lawn, the grove, the flowery lea. The blooming vale, the sweet romantic dell, The hills of green, the forest's panoply, The murmuring rill, the friends beloved so well — Flash on the aching heart, and rouse the bosom's swell.

Pale is the cheek, that met the dawning day Mantling with health and beauty, rosy bright ; Faded the smile that round fair lips did play, And gave Love's dimples to the ravished sight ; Tearful the eye that sparkled with delight, As the blue billow curled its snowy crest ; Trembling the step, so buoyant, firm and light. That on the deck of the tall ship was prest. As, like a graceful swan, she swam on ocean's breast.

But peace shall gladden them once morC; or e'er The setting of the sun ; the rose's glow To the wan cheek return, hope reappear, And light with joyous smile the face of wo : The weeping eyes with sorrow cease to flow^ While with returning spirits, light and gay, The weary bevy leave their berths below, To tread the deck, breathe the fresh air of day, Talk o'er the dangers past, and smile their fears away.

A few brief hours they shall again rejoice, And gratulations offer, each to each ; A few brief hours, the late bewildered voice, Shall wake the sweet vivacity of speech ; The dangers that are past, no longer teach. The inconstancy of hfc — how frail, how vain ! When safety seemed beyond all human reach. As the huge billow reared its mighCy train. Broke o'er the trembhng ship, and foamed along the main.

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Forgotten now the wild beseeching prayer, That burst full audibly from many a tongue, Imploring Heaven the struggling ship to spare. Amid the elements so rudely flung ;

When tears coursed down each cheek, and hands were wrung In very fear, and bitterness of wo : But now, the danger past, no hymn is sung — Rendered no thanks : not e'en the faintest glow Of gratitude, warms those that loudest prayed below.

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Impatient man wills not to bow the knee. Or pour the soul in grateful humble mood ; Powerless to save, imputes unworthily. His preservation to some skill, or shrewd Intelligence, with which he is endued : Pride, vanity, and self-esteem, outweigh The debt of thanks to Heaven so oft renewed ; Which life, in virtue spent, could ne'er repay, Though it were lengthened out to Time's remotest day.

"T is past — the elemental strife is o'er, The broken clouds in fleecy yolumes lay, The torrents cease, the winds impel no more, The sea subsides in gentle swells away ; Around the ship the gilded dolphins play, The sea-bom nautilus expands his sail, Streams o'er the wave bright Sol's uncurtained ray, Soft breezes from the western shores prevail, And sky and ocean smile as dies the morning ^ale.

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Well had the gallant ship herself sustained Against the goading elements, and rode The angry billows hke a courser, trained To run the heat upon a mountain road : The surges lashed, the whistling winds bestrode, The straining spars bent Uke the curved yew : But she was stanch, and on her decks there trode The seamen of the north — a gallant ctew As ever reefed a sail, or ploughed the billows through.

'• AH hands make sail !" Aloft the topmen ily. Shako out tlip reefs, and wait the yards below ; To'-gallants and royals quickly mount on high, And spread tlieir canvas to the gentle blow : " Now set the courses and the staysails stow, Rig out the spanker, hoist the flying-jib sheet, Lee-braces haul, and let the weaiher go!" With starboard tacks on board, all snug and neat, She ploughs the sea once more in panoply complete.

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And now they light the fires, the furnace glows, The heated boilers scalding fumes evolve ; The hissing vapor toils in' giant throes, As if it would its iron, bands resolve : The steam is up, the gases fierce convolve, And pant for vent ; the valves alternate play. And loose th' imprisoned power ; the wheels revolve, And urge the noble vessel through the spray. That with a double speed glides on her homewayd way.

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The sun declines down to the purple west, And flames along the bosom of the deep ; The sappliire waves in golden fringes drest, In gentle undulation onward sweep ; Softly doth twilight o'er the ocean creep, As fades the last beam of the solar fire : The sea-bird nestles on the wave, to sleep, The finny tribes to coral caves retire, And heaven resplendent glows in aU its starry tire.

How beautiful is night upon the sea ! When not a cloud obscures the spangled sk}"^. That, like a dome hung with blue drapery, Upon the boundless horizon doth lie ; Burning with living lights, that meet the eye, Above, around ; and in the deep below — That like a turquoise pavement seems to vie With the cerulean heaven — flash to and fro, Reflectincr in each wave their bright and varied glow

The combing swells that erst were snowy white, Are crested now with phosphoretic fire ; The surges glow in thousand wreaths of light, That flash o'er Ocean's watery empire. And crown each billow with a lambent spire : In rich profusion scattered o'er the sea. Myriads of liquid gems the waste attire In clusters of the richest brilliancy, Rivalling those that burn in heaven's high canopy.

Shoals of huge grampus round the vessel play, Tumbling and rolling in the restless surge. Blowing the sea in showers of fiery spra}^. As from beneath the waters they diverge : Now on the wave disport, and now submerge. Fluking — as down the plunging fish subtend. Their fan-spread tails, with which the swells they scourge, When black tornadoes from the Andes bend. To fury lash the deep, and the tall navies rend.

Like as a fly lured by the taper's light, The booby sleeps upon the quarter rail, Arrested in his low uncertain flight, By the white canvas swelling to the gale": As day declines, and evening's shades prevail, He wings his way above the restless sea, And tumbles heedlessly on any sail That meets his eye ; careless what she may be. Trader, or man-of-war, or pirate roving free.

So sleeps the weary wanderer insecure, When night o'ertakes him in the desert wild ; Or by the ignis fatuus' fated lure Led blindly on — Uke a young thoughtless child, Chasing the fire-fly in the evcnijig mild — Through bog, and marsh, and tangled copse, pursues His dubious way, with slimy mire defiled ; Till drooping nature, impotent to choose. Bewildered, sinks opprest, 'mid dangers, damps, and dewr

Fair Cynthia treads upon the glassy wave, And dances on the main ; she smiles dchght, While from their caves of coral architrave, The Mermaids rise to meet the radiance bright, That from her train in floods of silver Hght, Commingles with the ever restless billow : The Hours lie sleeping on the lap of Night, Fanned by the whispering winds, soothing their pillow, With murmurs soft as those that rustle through the willov.

On such a night oft have I coursed the deep, When the ship rode the undulating swell In graceful measure ; nor wished then to sleep The watch below, but from the deck to dwell. With eye intense upon the spirit spell That wrapped the scene — where Nature's self seemed lost In one vast, deep, and ever restless well Of rolling waters ;' wliile our barque was tost, Betwixt the upper and the nether starry host.

Part II

There is a sympathy of gentlest kind, That warms the bosom of ingenuous youth ; Some latent principle, by Heaven designed — Like to the Prophet's cool and verdant booth, The wreary and dejected- heart to sooth, From home and friends away, vnih. peril bound : It is the hallowed talisman of Truth, Assming innate worth, wherever found — That tenderness of soul, by love or friendsliip crowned.

There is a sweet attraction in the eye, • That wakes a throb of miHglcd happiness, A feeKng undefined — we know not why, Susceptive equally of pain or bliss : And there's a music in the voice, not less Magnetic, thrilling on the Ustening ear — A charm that mutually doth impress, As hope and gay delight the young heart cheer. Or sadness heaves the sigh, and drops the mournful tear.

If to some village boundary confined, Where valley, hill and grove, relieve the view — Where silver streams through verdant meadows wind, And nature blooms in many a vivid hue. As morning wreathes the expanding flowers with dew. And robes them in celestial colors bright ; We feel restraint, dejected, sufTcring too — O Tiow much more, imprisoned day and night. Where nought but sea and sky for ever meet the sight.

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Tired with the dull monotony around, Blue skies above, and bluer seas below, And sickend by the ship's unceasing bound, Tossed on the unstable waters to and fr^ ; We turn to those in the same cheerless wo. And seek for sympathetic feeling there — ' With such, perhaps, to enjoy the genial flow Of soul, and form the association rare. Grateful in after life, when memory mellows care.

When the brow gUstens with the frost of age, And time and strength arc on the swift decline. We seek the fellowship of practised Sage, Whose years to contemplative truth resign. Like fruit matured upon the leafless vine : But Youth would choose its mate aliiong the flowers Of vernal breathing Time — sweet to rechne With some loved one in nature's blushing bowers. Where the bland zephyrs rove, and fan the smiling hours.

On board the sliip, standing aloof and free. Was a young Naval Officer, by name Orlando, of Colmnbia's chivalry ; Noble, ingenuous, and seeking fame Where honor led the way, as well became A son of Liberty : his youthful fonn Was animated by a soul of flame, Fearless to breast the battle or the storm, Where \ice no entrance found, to sully or defonn.

In just proportion were his height and form, Above the middle size ; his limbs well knit. Slender but muscular ; his powerful arm Could second well the call that armed it : Fair his complexion, and an eye that Ut The feature's of a Man in youth's wann glow. Around whose brow in many a bright ringlet, Curled his rich chesnut hair : — A fairer Beau, I doubt there moved on board, above decks or below. 3