Threw in by good luck over the ship's rail; | Accompanied with a convulsive splash,
And two boats could not hold, far less be A solitary shriek-the bubbling cry
Of some strong swimmer in his agony.

The boats, as stated, had got off beiore, Twas twilight, for the sunless day went And in them crowded several of the crew;

Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash He also stuff'd his money where he could Of billows; but at intervals there gush'd, About his person, and Pedrillo's too,

knife

Who let him do, in fact, whate'er he would, | Because they still can hope, nor shines t
Not knowing what himself to say or do,
As every rising wave his dread renew'd;
But Juan, trusting they might still get
through,

And deeming there were remedies for any ill,
Thus re-embark'd his tutor and his spaniel.

'Twas a rough night, and blew so stiffly yet, That the sail was becalm'd between the seas, Though on the wave's high top too much to set,

They dared not take it in for all the breeze; Each sea curl'd o'er the stern, and kept them wet,

And made them bale without a moment's

ease,

So that themselves as well as hopes were damp'd,

And the poor little cutter quickly swamp'd.

Nine souls more went in her: the longboat still

Nor shears of Atropos before their vision
Despair of all recovery spoils longevity,
And makes men's miseries of alarmi
brevity.

'Tis said that persons living on annuiti Are longer lived than others,—God know why,

Unless to plague the grantors,—yet so tru
it is,

That some, I really think, do never die;
Of any creditors the worst a Jew it is.
And that's their mode of furnishing supply
In my young days they lent me cash th

way,

Which I found very troublesome to pay

'Tis thus with people in an open boat. They live upon the love of life, and be More than can be believed, or even though And stand, like rocks, the tempest's we and tear;

Kept above water, with an oar for mast,
Two blankets stitch'd together,answering ill | And hardship still has been the sailor's l
Instead of sail, were to the oar made fast; Since Noah's ark went cruising here a
Though every wave roll'd menacing to fill,
there-
And present peril all before surpass'd,
She had a curious crew as well as cargo
They grieved for those who perish'd with Like the first old Greek privateer, the Arg
the cutter,
And also for the biscuit-caks and butter.

The sun rose red and fiery, a sure sign
Of the continuance of the gale: to run
Before the sea, until it should grow fine,
Was all that for the present could be done:
A few tea-spoonfuls of their rum and wine
Were served out to the people, who begun
To faint, and damaged bread wet through
the bags,

And most of them had little clothes but rags.

They counted thirty, crowded in a space
Which left scarce room for motion or
exertion;

They did their best to modify their case,
One half sate up, though numb'd with the
immersion,
While t'other half were laid down in their
place,
At watch and watch; thus, shivering like
the tertian
Ague in its cold fit, they fill'd their boat,
With nothing but the sky for a great-coat.

'Tis very certain the desire of life
Prolongs it; this is obvious to physicians,
When patients, neither plagued with friends
nor wife,
Survive through very desperate conditions,

But man is a carnivorous production,
And must have meals, at least one meal a da
He cannot live, like woodcocks, upon suctio
But,like the shark and tiger,must have pre
Although his anatomical construction
Bears vegetables in a grumbling way,
Your labouring people think beyond
question,
Beef, veal, and mutton, better for digestio

But as they had but one oar, and that brittle, | But of materials that much shock theMuse-
It would have been more wise to save their Having no paper, for the want of better,
victual.
They took by force from Juan Julia's letter.

'Twas not to be expected that he should, Even in extremity of their disaster, sufferer knew, Dine with them on his pastor and his master.

Betere they came to this, they that day shared Went raging mad-Lord! how they did Some leathern caps, and what remain'd of

As fattest; but he saved himself, because,
Besides being much averse from such a fate, And their baked lips, with many a bloo
There were some other reasons: the first

The boy expired—the father held the clay, | But in this case I also must remark, And look'd upon it long, and when at last 'Twas well this bird of promise did not Death left no doubt, and the dead burthen lay perch, Stiff on his heart, and pulse and hope were past,

He watch'd it wistfully, until away
Twas borne by the rude wave wherein 'twas
cast;

Then he himself sunk down, all dumb and
shivering.
And I gave no signs of life, save his limbs
quivering.

Now overhead a rainbow, bursting through The scattering clouds, shone, spanning the dark sea,

Because the tackle of our shatter'd bark
Was not so safe for roosting as a church;
And had it been the dove from Noah's ark,
Returning there from her successful search,
Which in their way that moment chanced
to fall,

They would have eat her, olive-branch and
all.

With twilight it again came on to blow,
But not with violence; the stars shone out,
The boat made way; yet now they were so
low,

They knew not where nor what they were
about;

No!"

Resting its bright base on the quivering blue,
And all within its arch appear'd to be
Clearer than that without, and its wide hue | Some fancied they saw land, and some said
Wax'd broad and waving like a banner free,
Then changed like to a bow that's bent,
Forsook the dim eyes of these shipwreck'd

and then

The frequent fog-banks gave them cause to

doubt

Some swore that they heard breakers, others

The day before, fast sleeping on the water, They found a turtle of the hawk's - bill kind,

And by good fortune, gliding softly, caught

her,

Which yielded a day's life, and to their mind

Proved even still a more nutricious matter,

Because it left encouragement behind :
They thought that, in such perils, more