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being ordered to bed by his officer, he answered, “ For this relief much thanks; for it is bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.”
Under this castle is a dismal cellar, into which light is admitted through cylindrical excavations like wells. This cellar, according to a superstitious tradition, was for centuries the abode of a mysterious being—the terror of all Denmark. His name was Ogier, or Halgar Danske“ Dane in the cellar.” He is said to have sat by a marble table, with his elbows upon it, until his beard had grown down and taken root in the solid slab. The bravest dared not enter his subterranean domain, and his name was sufficient to disarm the stoutest combatant. At length a slave was induced, by the offer of his freedom, to enter the cellar. By the faint light, over bones and rusty armour,—the spoils of the dreadful orgier he approached his gloomy presence.
“ Pause," exclaimed a sepulchral voice, “why art thou here? Dar'st enter this dark and fatal abode ?” “ I dare,” said the slave,, “knowing that I have nothing to lose if it please you to destroy me, and if you permit me to return I am free.”
“ It is well,” replied the voice, “I am glad there are yet men in Denmark."
It is not improbable that a knowledge of this tradition assisted Shakspeare in his conception of the ghost, whom he represents as appearing by night to the officer Marcellus, and Bernardo and Horatio, friends to Hamlet, and afterwards to Hamlet himself, as his father's spirit, declaring
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
List! list! () list!
If thou didst ever thy dear father love. The royal palace is about half a mile from Cronburg castle, and adjoining it a garden, called Hamlet's Garden, said by tradition to be the very spot where his father was murdered. The house is situated at the foot of a sand ridge near the sea, of comparatively modern date, but neither grand nor elegant. The garden occupies the side of the hill, together with a small area below. The hill side is laid out in terraces, which are adorned with the common products of a garden, and on the angles stand a few indifferent statues.
Those who would acquaint themselves with the history, or rather the romance upon which the great poet has founded his “
be gratified by consulting Shakspeare Illustrated;" or the Encyclopædia Britannica.
A SAILOR'S SUFFERINGS.
[The following, is a case calculated to impress every benevolent mind with the deepest sympathy; and to open the hand for the relief of the suffering. We often speak and read of the sorrows of seamen ; but we can hardly realize the extent of their wretchedness, until some miserable object from amongst them, appears in circumstances like those recorded below. No one can read this account without saying, “ Poor fellow ! how much he has suffered !” And yet it is a fact, that every day and night, in this very city, some poor cheated, poisoned sailor, is the subject of misery, which, if not felt at the time, is as deep in the event—as awful to his body and his soul-as can be imagined !
Would that the arm of the law were made bare, for the rescue of such victims!-that its scrutiny were more rigid and searching,--and that its presence and power would break down and sweep to destruction, these human shambles of pollution and death!
We hope many will be found who will cordially sympathise with this wretched sufferer ; and, imitating the benevolent example of our worthy treasurer, Alderman Pirie, and Captain Brooks, add to the subscriptions already made for his relief and support.
It will give us great pleasure to receive subscriptions for his benefit. -EDITOR.]
The other day, at the Mansion-house, a wretched-looking, broken down, and wounded seaman, named Joseph Forbes, was introduced to Alderman Pirie, by Mr. Brooks, the ship-owner of Broad-street, one of the directors of the London Docks, as an object of charity, from the strange and intense sufferings he had undergone for a series of years.
Mr. Brooks said, that Forbes had been lately brought from Sydney to this country in one of his (Mr. Brooks's) vessels, and had been kept at his expense for the six weeks during which the unfortunate man had been in London, where medical aid of the highest kind had been administered, almost in vain, to his case. The circumstances in which the man had been placed, for the last sixteen years, (and of the accurate veracity of the statement there was no doubt,) would be best detailed by himself. There had been some instances of similar horrors, but he wa not aware of any of such long duration.
The seaman then made a statement, of which the following is the outline :“ In the year 1822, I, being then a boy, sailed from London in the schooner
Stedcombe,' with a crew consisting of thirteen persons, bound for Melville Island, on the north coast of New Holland. The vessel, which was a fine one, having discharged her cargo at Melville Island, proceeded to the island of Timor Laut, for the purpose of procuring buffaloes; and the natives came on board the schooner, appearing to have the most friendly disposition towards us, partook of food with the captain, and brought fruit and vegetables with them as a proof of their friendliness. There was nothing to interfere with this feeling, which seemed in every respect to be mutual. An arrangement was concluded with the natives, for the supply of a large cargo of buffaloes, which they stated were ready to be shipped; and the captain left the vessel in his boat, with all the crew, (amongst whom was my brother,) with the exception of myself, John Edwards, another boy, the cook, and a seaman, with the intention of accomplishing the traffic. Soon after the crew landed, to my great horror, I saw them attacked by a number of the natives, and savagely murdered. We, who were on board, looked forward for nothing less than sharing the awful fate of our friends; and a few minutes after the murder of the crew, the murderers came over to the schooner in vast num: bers, and, seizing the cook and seamen, cut their heads off, and threw their bodies over-board. Edwards and I had taken to the rigging, and witnessed the murders on the deck from thence, The natives pursued us; and after a short time we descended in an exhausted state, convinced that our lives would also be taken. We were, however, but mere boys, and they did not use their weapons against us. They stripped us, put us into a canoe, and took us to the beach, where they compelled us to walk over the bleeding trunks of our poor shipmates, whose heads had been cut off and conveyed to the village. The schooner, after having been plundered of every thing of the least value, was hauled on shore and burnt. Edwards died about three months after this dreadful transaction, leaving me the sole survivor of the Stedcombe's' crew, to linger out all the horrors and miseries of the most frightful captivity. During the sixteen years of my captivity, they kept me to severe labour, such as cutting timber, cultivating yams, and other hard employment. In their wars I was compelled to accompany them; and I received two severe wounds, one in the neck, the other in the wrist, from the former of which I now suffer most bitterly. Whenever a ship appeared off the island, I was taken to a cavern, and there bound by the hands and legs. They no doubt supposed that if, by any chance, I succeeded in coming in contact with any of my own countrymen, I should mention all that had taken place, and bring down vengeance upon them. They bound me so tight as to cause wounds on my legs, and absolutely to stop the circulation of my blood. The frequent repetitions of this cruel treatment made me the poor cripple you see, with a constitution destroyed, and limbs which can scarcely perform any of their offices. Sir Gordon Bremer, of Her Majesty's ship ‘Alligator,' made an attempt to rescue me, a report having reached Sydney that an Englishman was detained on the island ; but I was bound hand and foot at the time.
"It was to Captain Watson, of the trading schooner · Essington,' of Sydney, he was indebted for his deliverance, from the dreadful slavery amongst the natives of Timor Laut, and much ingenuity was necessary to be used on the occasion, as well as resolution. Captain Watson, having been assured that an Englishman was amongst the natives, appeared off the island in March, 1839, and the natives proceeded to the vessel with their usual appearance of kindliness and goodwill. They had, however, as was evident from their conversation when the vessel approached the island, determined to seize her, and if that had been accomplished, there could have been no doubt as to the fate of the crew. Every one of them would have been murdered. In order to accomplish his object of releasing the captive, Captain Watson used the following stratagem :-He closed his ports strongly armed his crew—and sent them below. He then allowed the natives in the first canoe to get on board, and finding one of the principal chiefs of the island amongst them, peremptorily demanded the white man. The chief wa completely taken by surprise, but he positively denied all knowledge of any stranger. The captain then ordered up his men, and compelled the natives to leave the ship, detaining only the chief, whom he was resolved never to deliver up without the exchange he required. Still the chief persisted in declaring that no white man was on the island; and it was not till the afternoon of the next day, when, no doubt terrified by the threats of the captain and boatswain, and the formidable appearance and conduct of the armed crew, the savage admitted that his people had a prisoner, and consented to give that prisoner liberty upon obtaining his own. The order was then issued by the chief, and he (Forbes) was taken from the cavern, in which he lay bound, and was once more placed amongst human beings. The chief was then allowed to descend into his canoe and depart; but the crew were very desirous, wben they heard of the bloody cruelty of the natives, to have a fling at them.
Alderman PIRIE.--"My poor fellow, you must have found the change very great ?"
The Seaman.-—“ Indeed it was, Sir; but it was almost too late. The kindness of Captain Watson and his crew was very great, but I never had a moment's health ; my strength is entirely gone. I was put into the hospital at Sydney, and treated with the greatest care for fourteen months. All the people there weres most kind to me.”
Mr. Brooks." He has been here six weeks, and has been attended constantly by medical men; but he has not been able to come up to the Mansion-house before this day. My object in attending here with him, is to solicit the Lord Mayor's exertions in his favour. He will never be able to work a single stroke ; , and it occurred to me, that the public sympathy could, through the press, be enlisted in this poor creature's service. The facts, which are frightful in the detail, have been stated with simplicity, and without (as must strike everybody) the least exaggeration."
Alderman Pirie.—" It is a singular fact, that I, who am thus addressed on this occasion, was the very person who sold the schooner just before she went upon her fatal voyage. I am much gratified at being present when such an application is made. It will give me the most sincere pleasure to receive subscriptions for the benefit of the sufferer, and I will commence myself with £6. I shall answer for the readiness with which the Lord Mayor will aid in the case, and that his lordship will be happy to receive contributions from the benevolent.”
Mr. Brooks also subscribed £5., and intimated that he should feel greatly honoured by receiving subscriptions.
The seaman returned thanks, in a voice that “piped and whistled in the sound," and with tears trickling down his pale and withered cheeks.
S O N N E T S,
Addressed to Captain Cook, (who rescued the crew of the • Kent, East Lodiaman,
- 18—,) on his going out to Africa, in the Niger Expedition, as one of Her Majesty's Commissioners to regulate treaties for the extinction of the slave trade.
Thine was a noble act, immortal Cook !
Thy gallant men, too, risked their lives, to save
Not till all hope of saving more was past,