overtake us. We did not, however, get more than twenty miles from the island before we felt the full fury of a southwest gale, which continued until our arrival at Port Adventure, in Stewart's Island, on the morning of July the 24th, after a miserable passage of five days and nights, during the whole of which time I stood upon my feet, holding on to a rope with one hand and pumping with the other. The boat was very leaky, and we kept the pump almost constantly going. As my anxiety would not permit me to leave the deck, I performed this part of the work, while the other two relieved each other at the helm. The wind, although fair, was so strong that we were obliged to lay-to nearly half the time, and the sea was constantly breaking over the little craft, and how she lived through it I scarcely know. I had not eaten an ounce of food from the time of leaving until we arrived, and I only drank about half a pint of water; yet I felt no fatigue until the night before we landed, when I suddenly became quite exhausted, and lay down on the deck. We were now close to the land. On the following day we landed at Port Adventure, where we were kindly received by Captain Cross of the Flying Scud." Note.-"Very shortly afterwards, Captain Musgrave accompanied Captain Cross in the Flying Scud in a trip to the Auckland Isles, and rescued the two remaining men of the crew of the ill-fated Grafton schooner." POETRY. BOADICEA, QUEEN OF THE ICENI IN BRITAIN. A.D. 62. WHEN the British warrior Queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sage, beneath the spreading oak, "Princess if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. "Rome shall perish !-write that word "Rome, for empire far renowned, Tramples on a thousand states; Soon her pride shall kiss the ground- "Other Romans shall arise, Heedless of a soldier's name ; Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame. "Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Armed with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. Regions Cæsar never knew Such the bard's prophetic words, She, with all a monarch's pride, "Ruffians, pitiless as proud, Heav'n awards the vengeance due ; Empire is on us bestowed; Shame and ruin wait for you." KING CANUTE. A.D. 1016. UPON his royal throne he sat, In a monarch's thoughtful mood; Attendants on his regal state His servile courtiers stood, With foolish flatteries false and vain, They told him e'en the mighty deep Or still its stormy breast! He smiled contemptuously, and cried, "Be, then, my boasted empire tried!" Down to the ocean's sounding shore King Canute's power proclaim; Not so, thought he, their noble king, He knew the ocean's Lord on high; His throne was placed by ocean's side; Louder the stormy blast swept by, The briny deep its waves tossed high, 1 The monarch, with upbraiding look, But none the kindling eye could brook For in that wrathful glance they see Canute thy regal race is run; The Persian, in his mighty pride, But it was worthier far of thee CHRISTMAS IN OLDEN TIMES. HEAP on more wood! the wind is chill; We'll keep our merry Christmas still. |