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Mil. My poem is designed for giving, and the voice of melody, that no such unworthy end. The whole heart might be disburdened of its mustrength of no mean or inglorious sings, in which the fire of devotion was. mind has been applied to the creation ready for kindling? of it. Not without frequent prayer E lw. I think, friend Milton, to the enlightenipg source of all intel- thou art almost rapt out of thyself lect, was it resolved upon; and as I even now. I will not argue on the hold, not without obtaining direction topic with thee at present-we have and illumination from above, was it oft enough canvassed our differences accomplished. What, Elwood ! shall in religion, and neither hath far won your brethren in their conventicles lay upon the other in the way of convicclaim to a perception of a Divine af. tion-but I trust, yea I am assured, flatus, and I will not dispute the truth that we think kindly and Christianly of their assertions, illiterate and im- of each other's principles, and Heaven methodical as their rhapsodies are, and is wide enough for all who get thither, therefore bearing small evidence to come by whichever path their conthose beyond your pale of communion, science tells them is fittest. But that the spirit of knowledge has to thy poein again-a thought struck prompted them-and shall I, who have me after concluding the perusal of it felt within me that exaltation above —thou hast said much of the losing my common self, those powers of of Paradise, and surely that is the reaching in thought beyond this vi- more grievous and ungracious subject sible diurnal sphere, those concomitant to dwell upon—what hast thou to say promptings of pregnant matter, and upon the regaining of it ? meet harmonious language, those pe- Mil. Ha! you say well-true it riodical unveilings of the mental eyes is, the Redemption is in reality far the which at other whiles were as dark as more important subject; but whether these faded corporeal orbs which roll so well adapted for poetry, is other uselessly beneath this channeled fore- matter of inquiry. Paradise Lost? head-shall I, who have found the te- The counterpart may be Paradise Won nor of my devoutest aspirations an- or Retrieved, or (what shall we say ?) swered, who have arisen from prostra. Regained. This is no unworthy hint tion before the Divine footstool with of yours, good Elwood. I will turn the new sense of inner light imparted, it over in my thoughts when I am and who have been permitted, though alone. Meanwhile I will trouble you by other fingers than mine own, to in- to read the rest of that play of Euriscribe on these pages a strain of poesy pides, in which you were interrupted to which the harps of Solyma would when you were last here. I cannot be not disdain to respond-shall I fear to reconciled to the barbarous northern call the power of having done this, pronunciation of all others who are inspiration from that sacred intelli- kind enough to read to me, and I gence which touched the lips of shall enjoy those silver sounds, the Isaiah, till they sang of things to echoes of classic climes, to which, for come in majestic numbers; and which my sake, you have conformed your same spirit gave the Son of Jesse to tongue. Begin, friend, absence bas open his dark sayings upon the harp, given me double relish for the treat, or to awake the lute, so that by thanks
ON A CHILDE PLAYING.
Sweet bud, that bye and bye shall be a flowre;
Younge star, that just hąth broken on our eye; • Pure spring, ere long to grow a stream of power;
First dawn of Hope that soon shall flame out high
Into the mid arche of the golden skye:
Let thy proud mother smile to see thy wayes,
And once again forget herself in thee
But, graver, place thee fondly on his knee,
And vainly prophesy what thou shalt be Pleased with the tongueless eloquence, that lies Still silent, in thy clear blue laughing eyes.
Let them enjoye-whilst yet they can enjoye;
And, infant son of Time, do thou smile on ; Deem not for aye to be the favourite boy ;
Take what thou can'st, or ere thy time is gone;
For still the darling is the youngest son ; And thou shalt quickly sorrow sore to see Another, younger still, supplanteth thee.'
Though many a high presage be cast upon thee
Though many a mouth be diligent to praise thee Though Beauty pine until that she hath won thee
Though Worship, wheresoe'er thou go'st, delays thee • Thou Fate and Fortune emulate to raise thee
Yet all the thronging honours that surround thee
Time's train is lacquey'd still by Wearinesse ;
What boots the crownlet of o'er-flatter'd gold, Or gemm’d Tiara, if they cannot bless
Or soothe the aching brows that they enfold ?
What boots it to wax honourably old,
Oh! 'tis a thriftless bargain of a life,
To live to know that bliss is but pretence
The profit nothing—but Remorse th' expense ;
Thou art an old pretender, grey-beard Age ;
Thou boastest much, and yet art but a cheat;
Yea, dewy clouds to evening are most meet.
With their eyes, mouths, and ears, all agape and aghast-
Ånd shoved off to the land of the devil at last.
While around him they're stuck up like so many posts,
In a long bloody yarn about murder and ghosts ? We left our hero and his watch- to see the poor cold carcase of a favour. mates seated in their birth, where the ite pell treated with care and attenrecent fate of the unfortunate Zamba tion. O, long life to old Peter, say I, came speedily under discussion. and long may he pique himself in rig
“I say, Lyson, I do suppose as how ging out an old ship for his run to they'll not be for touching Quashee the bottom; for, to give the devil his over until to-morrow after divisions ?" due, he certainly douses them off very
“Why, what the devil could you smartish and tidy after all—and you suppose else, when you heard the skip- know, Master Marling, the boatswain, per, as well as I did, bid Lieutenant swears, that there's never a he in the Fyke give ould Palmthimble his or fleet whose quiet men slip half so ders. I'll warrant me any money, the handsomely off the grating as those ould fellow's as busy as a fly in a tar- that have come through the nippers of bucket even now about Quashee; old Peter Palmthimble." touching his little black majesty off as “But what does the old fellow mean, trimly and snug for the bottom as nee. Bill, by sporting a couple of needles dle and tar-twine, and a brace of good through the noses of all the poor dethirty-two pound marbles, can make vils I've ever seen him rig out for the him. Many a good laugh I've had at bottom ? I've seen a good many in my the number of little pic-nicks the old day slipped off for that there trip, but fellow goes through in bedizening an never, never, not I, did I see any more old ship for his last spell.”
than one used ?” “And I says for certain, Bill, that “0, heaven knows, Jack, what he were there ever folly at all on the means; for thof l’ve often asked him ocean, that's a part on't.”
his reason for that there rig of his, he'd “Oho! Master Wiseacre;-pray, how never answer me. He must have some do you make out that?"
one, or other, however, and I've little “ How do I make it out?-why, I doubt they are good ones; for he's a makes it out soft and easy enough, d'ye poring, thinking, shrewdish kind of a see, Master Consequence, with your chap, this same Palmthimble ; and can wiseacring. Pray, what is't to me af. heave the log, or take an observater my bellows have ceased, and my tion, better than e'er a young gentletoplights doused, what you makes on man in the hooker." me? I don't care a rush, in that there “ Why, why, we all knows that, case, whether I'm chucked overboard Bill, and none better, in faith, than our with a shot under each foot, or as rid friend Peter himself; but, chucking of every one article as the moment I all that aside, did you twig the skipfirst came into the world—not I, ship- per, man, when the Doctor told him mate, I assure you-for if ever you live as how little Quashee had slipped his to see that there day, you may remem- cable?-Myeye! he screwed his chalky ber what I'm saying, that you'll please muzzle into so many different twists, Dick Hawkins equally well whether he and turned up so the whites of his goes out of the port the devil a pin's day-lights, that I really thought, thinks worth of trouble obliged to you, or is 1, for sartain he's a-going to sing out." launched off rigged out in Peter Palm- “ Bah, bah, my dear boy, don't you thimble's most stylish manner." believe it ;-he's got too smacking a
“Why, all that may be true enough, splice of the devil in him to pipe for my brave fellow; but then, as ould such a trifle as the death of a little silly Peter says, it's the decency of the af- blackamoor boy. No, no, my soul, that fair, you know; and I don't know a will never go down; for to tell you a single thing that pleases me more than piece of my mind, as we're talking of this here boy, I should have been as “Ha, ha, ha!” roared the Netherwell pleased, so I would, had they gilander, “mindsh dat morn-Hegger ven him a passage at once, instead of and sklyt! the same as now. I vid tell rigging out, and keeping his little black it you, mates—'tis bon, much vat you carcase on board all night, for no rea- call laughter story. We were board son at all to my thinking, but to fright- the Terrible (ver large vessel-sacre en people, and give the skipper an. Maria, what work! up de Mediterrane other opportunity of playing the par- -out de Yankee-quarters every day son, and sporting yon fine fancy gild- -boom-boom, boom, night-dayed Prayer-book of his'n to-morrow. guns)—both in sick bay-ver ill-I The truth is, Jack, I can't relish the had mine leg here, and Bill had him's thought of a dead carcase being in the head there, vat you callsaine hooker with me at all, at all-- “Pshaw, Nicholas, you're going to and the more I thinks on't, the worse make the devil's own yarn of it-Let I grow. I never heard of any good me tell the story.” come of such doings, not I; and no- “ Nong, peste, nong !--Ver well, thing pleases me more, since it must mates, Bill had him's head there, ver, be so, d'ye see, than the having no- ver sore, and he vash vat you call thing to do with the mid-watch to thirsty, and so vash I–Ver well, Bill night.'
jumps out his hammock, and goes bring “Why, what have you to fear in the vater. Ver well, Jumbo, de skipper's mid-watch, Lyson ?" cried our hero, in vat vou call monkey, vash skipping and a note of encouraging inquiry.
grinning so about all de sick-bay“A devilish sight more than you Jesu! how he vash larking, here, dere, knows anything about, Master Neddy, all about !-So you see Bill's pouring for all the larning and scrawling you out de water so, and I'm looking over make about that there log of the Lieu- my hammock wid my arm so—when tenant's. What have I got to fear, for- vat you call Jumbo comes pop from de sooth?-marry, I supposes you thinks, hammocks on Bill's shoulders, and that, because I can neither read nor throws him's paws round his head so. write, I never did hearin all my life, that My eye! vat noise, vat cries !--Bill fell there were such things as ghosts, and squat de deck-cry de deyvil-de deyhobgoblins, and apparitions !-Oh, ho! vil !-while vat you call Jumbo take my buck! Bill Lyson's aboard you in de vater from him, and drink so coolly that tack at all events; for he knows -and I so laugh-ha, ha, ha!” all about that there, and a whacking "Come, come, Fontina,” cried Lytrifle more. He knows, my mates, and son surlily, “ you're touching rather he believes it too, that the apparition too much of a good thing now ; for, or ghost of a dead person never leaves hang me if it was that silly story I the carcase until it has had proper meant at all, at all. Besides, my boy, Christian burial ;if you ask for why, you should recollect that it's no joke then I say because it can't, being per- in my eye to come over people's frailfectly impossible. Trust me, my lads, ties in that there lousy manner, partiand I think I've lived long enough cularly in a matter where a person's both to see and feel it, that try any of not themselves, as was my case that you to-morrow to give anything less day; for if the truth must be told, to an old ship than proper Christian maties, you must know that I'd got a burial, and he'll hover and wriggle smacking whifle over the seonce a few about you continually night and day, days before, in a boarding affair, from playing the very devil in frightening add tall Spanish sworder, and of folks. Why, mates, the very stories course was rather somewhat weakish I've heard from old Joe of the Terri- and light-headed.—But what of all that ble, to say nothing more, would con- now--the wound is healed, and forgotvince a very heathen man to believe all ten; and, barring the time when he gets about it-far less were I to tell you an overshare of grog, Bill Lyson's as about my own experience.—D-n it, good a man as ever. But avast with Davis, you may grin, thof it only such nonsense, my hearts! I were shews yourignorance, my lad--but I've talking of ghosts and figures of the not forgotten the many frights I've had dead. Now, I'll convince you all at in my day--and particularly one in the once, by telling you a real true story Terrible--Klaas, my boy, you were one, my boys, that I can swear to, there, with that ill-spliced pin of yours for 1 were told it by ould Oliver, the -d'ye mind that morning ?"
forecastle-man, when I was hardly the height of a marlin-spike; and since of his fists and his feet, and almost that time, which wasn't yesterday, I've constantly cheating some one or other heard it read in a book, and sung in poor fellow out of his wages. Numera song. The song begins in this man- ous complaints had been made against ner,--you must all have heard it him on these and such like matters to Captain Oram went to sea,
the owners; but the rogue had such Full of mirth and full of glee,
an invincible cheek, and so smooth • Him and all his ship's company,
and oily a tongue, that he got over On board of the Benjamin, ho!
them all, and came always off with
flying colours ; nor was it until their Now, mates, I've seen the Benjamin best hands had left him that the ownoften when I was a boy; for she layers would make the least inquiry into long an empty hulk in one of the Li- his evil doings. Well, at last they did verpool docks-nobody caring to have so, or at least they pretended to do so; anything to do with her. And as for and by dint of blarney, plenty of grog, Captain Oram, I don't know what be- and fair promises, the Benjamin was came of him, thof I've heard it said as once more fairly manned, and set sail how he died raving mad. But, avast, outward-bound. No sooner had they I've begun at the wrong end of my cleared the Land's-end, however, than story. Now, pay attention, my mates, you'll not hinder Jerry from commenand don't put me out by any quese cing the old game, so that by the time tions, and you shall hear all about it. they arrived in Montego Bay, and had You must know, that this same story got rid of their cargo, most of his hands, was a mighty favourite of old Oliver's, heartily sick of his bad faith and ill --thof he had hundreds of such like; usage, either cut their stick, or refufor I always did remark, that just let a sed to go any farther with hiin. In fellow make the least mention of it in vain did the owners there cajole and his hearing, and he in the humour at flatter them, and in vain did Captain the time, and you'd set him a spinning Oram speechify and promise amendat it directly, for all the world like a ment; they were no longer to be debarge-mop, to your very heart's wish. ceived, and resolutely refused to han-Well, my lads, this same story of dle another rope-yarn belonging to his'n, which we commonly used to call him. All that he could fleech out of THE BLOODY BREAD-BAG,
them was, that they shouldn't leave
the ship until he proeured other hands used commonly to make sail in this from Port-Royal, for which place he here manner, as I shall presently tell immediately set out, the Benjamin you. Hem !
meaning to stand athwart to the Gold “ You must know, then, my lads, Coast, in order to pick up a few hunthat the good ship the Benjamin, be- dreds of them there Blackamoor delonging to Liverpool, was a fine large vils, what d'ye call 'em--which at smacking hooker, mayhap about 450 that time were getting scarce in the or 500 tons, which traded between island. Well, in a few days Captain that port and the West India islands, Oram returned, bringing a gang of feland was commanded by a fellow of lows with him who would not have the name of Jerry Oram, a butcher's adorned the thinnest shell of a French son of Bristol ; a great horse of a chap privateer that ever spread canvass in as I've heard say, who had his star- the Channel. They were a set of reboard eye doused, and wore large red gular built tatterdemalions; of all cowhiskers. Now, this same Jerry lours, blacks, browns, reds, and whites, Oram, though an excellent seaman, and of all countries, English, Dutch, was like too many of the same line, a Danish, French, Spanish, and Portucomplete knave,--by which I mean, guese ; and I really believe that the you know, as the saying is, he was a only handy fellow amongst them was -harbour-saint and a sea-devil; quite a my old mess-mate, Oliver, who had tartar of a fellow, that stuck at no- lost his own ship in a cruize on shore. thing, but treated those under his No time was now lost in fitting out command, as soon's he got fairly to sea, the Benjamin for her proposed new just as it pleased him,--pinching some cargo, and preparing her for sea; and of their grub, and denying their right as the owners, at last, had begun to to any grog,--starting and abusing suspect that all was not perfectly fair others,- for he was very liberal both on the part of Captain Jerry, they re