Eight hundred of the brave, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; It was not in the battle; His sword was in its sheath; Weigh the vessel up, Once dreaded by our foes! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes. Her timbers yet are sound And she may float again, Full charged with England's thunder, And plough the distant main. But Kempenfelt is gone, His victories are o'er; And he and his eight hundred Shall plough the wave no more. Navis innitens lateri jacebat, Plangimus fortes. Nimis, heu, caducam Fortibus vitam voluêre parcæ, Nec sinunt ultra tibi nos recentes Magne, qui nomen, licet incanorum, Non hyems illos furibunda mersit, Navitæ sed tum nimium jocosi Vos, quibus cordi est grave opus piumque, Et putrescentes sub aquis amicos Hi quidem (sic dîs placuit) fuêre: SONG ON PEACE AIR-"My fond Shepherds of late" No longer I follow a sound; I have sought thee in splendour and dress, An humble ambition and hope The voice of true wisdom inspires; 'Tis sufficient, if Peace be the scope And the summit of all our desires. Peace may be the lot of the mind That seeks it in meekness and love; But rapture and bliss are confined SONG AIR-" The Lass of Pattie's Mill" WHEN all within is peace, How nature seems to smile! The livelong day beguile. With open hand she showers And soothe the silent hours. It is content of heart Gives nature power to please; The mind that feels no smart Enlivens all it sees, Can make a wintry sky Seem bright as smiling May, And evening's closing eye The vast majestic globe, So beauteously arrayed A dreary wild at best; It flutters to depart And longs to be at rest. THE DISTRESSED TRAVELLERS; OR, LABOUR IN VAIN An Excellent New Song to a Tune never sung before 1 I SING of a journey to Clifton We would have performed if we could, Poor Mary and me through the mud. Stuck in the mud, Oh it is pretty to wade through a flood! 2 So away we went, slipping and sliding, Go briskly about, But they clatter and rattle and make such a rout! 3 SHE "Well! now I protest it is charming ; HE "Pshaw! never mind, 'Tis not in the wind, We are travelling south and shall leave it behind." 4 SHE "I am glad we are come for an airing, For folks may be pounded and penned, Until they grow rusty, not caring HE "The longer we stay, The longer we may; It's a folly to think about weather or way." 5 SHE "But now I begin to be frighted; You'll not be the last that will set a foot there." 6 SHE "Let me breathe now a little, and ponder On what it were better to do; That terrible lane I see yonder, I think we shall never get through." HE "So think I : But, by the bye, We never shall know if we never should try." 7 SHE "But should we get there, how shall we get home? Now it is plain That struggling and striving is labour in vain." 8 HE "Stick fast there while I go and look—” |