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An abbey-tow'r, an harbour-fort,
· Or beacon to the vessel true;
While oft the lead the seamen Aung,
And to the pilot cheerly sung,

By the mark---seven!" And as the much-loy'd shore we near,

With transport we beheld the roof Where dwelt a friend or partner dear,

Of faith and love a matchless proof. The lead once more the seaman Aung! And to the watchful pilot sung,

" Quarter less---five ! Now to her birth the ship draws nigh;

We shorten sail.--she feels the tide... “ Stand clear the cable is the cry.-

The anchor's gone; we safely ride. The watch is set, and through the night, We hear the seamen with delight,

Proclaim, “ All's well!”

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THE CHRISTIAN SAILOR. COME, never seem to mind it,

Nor count your fate a curse,
However sad you find it,

Yet, somebody is worse :
In danger some may come off short,

Yet why should we despair,
For though bold tars are fortune's sport,

They still are fortune's care. Why when our vessel blew up,

A fighting that there Don, Like squibs and crackers flew up

The crew, each mother's son; They sunk: some rigging stop'd me short,

While twirling in the air, And thus, if tars, &c.

Young Peg, of Portsmouth Common,

Had like t'have been my wife;
Longside of such a woman

I'd led a pretty life :
A landsman, one Sam Davenport,

She convoy'd to Horn Fair,
- And thus, if tars, &c.
A splinter knock'd my nose off;

My bowsprit's gone, I cries : Yet well it kept their blaws off,

Thank God, 'twas not my eyes ;
Chance if again it sends that sort,

Let's hope I've had my share,
Though thus bold tars, &c.
Soarce with these words I'd outed,

Glad for my eyes and limbs,
When a cartrige burst, and douted

Both my two precious glims; .
Well, then they're gone! I cry'd, in short,

Yet fate my life did spare,
And thus, though tars, &c.
I'm blind, and I'm a cripple,

Yet cheerfully would sing,
Were my disasters triple,

'Cause why? --.'Twas for my king : Besides each christian's exhort,

Pleas'd, will some pity spare;
And thus, though tars are fortune's sport,

They still are fortune's eare.

BIBO. WHEN Bibo went down to the regions below, Where Lethe and Styx round eternity flow, He wak'd in the boat, and would be row'd back, For his soul it was thirsty, and wanted some sack; But Charon replied, “ You were drunk when you - dy'd, “ For you ne'er felt the pain that to death is ally'd,'' “ Take me back," cried old Bibo, “I mind not

the pain, " For if I was drunk, let me die once again.” Forget," reply'd Charon, “ these regions of strife, Drink of Lethe divine, iris the fountain of life: Where the soul is new born, and all past is a dream, E’en the gods themselves sip of the care drowning

stream," « The gods!” reply'd Bibo, “drink water who will, For the maxims of mortals l'll ever fulfill; So prate not to me of your Lethe divine, Our Lethe on earth is a bumper of wine," At length grim old Cerberus began his loud roar, When the old crazy bark struck the Stygian shore Then Bibo awoke, and he stagger'd to land, And he jostled the ghosts as they stood on the

strand. Says Charon, “ I tell you, 'tis vain to rebel, For you are banislı'd from earth, and now are in

hell;" That's a truth,” cry'd old Bibo, “ I know by this s

sign, 'Tis a hell upon earth to be wanting of wine."

BEGONE, DULL CARE. BEGONE, dull care, I pr’ythee begone from me, Begone, dull care, thou and I shall never agree; Long time thou hast been tarrying here,

And fain thou wouldst me kill,
But I'faith, dull care, .

Thou never shall have thy will.
Too much care will make a young man look grey,
And too much care will turn an old man to clay;

My wife shall dance and I will sing,

So merrily pass the day;
For I hold it one of the wisest things

To drive dull care away.

* * * * * * * * *

THE POST CAPTAIN.

WHEN Steerwell heard me first impart

Our brave commander's story, With ardent zeal his youthful heart

Swell'd high for naval glory; Resolv'd to gain a valiant name,

For bold adventures cager,
When first a littie cabin-boy on board the Fame,

He would hold on the jigger..
While ten jolly tars with musical Joe,
Hove the anchor apeek, singing yeo, heave yeo,

yeo, yeo, yeo, yeo, -yeo, heave yeo.

To hand top-ga'nt-sails next he learn'd,

With quickness, care, and spirit,
Whose generous master then discern'd,

And priz'd his dawning merit,
He taught him soon to reef and steer

When storms convuls'd the ocean,
Where shoals made skilfull vet'rans fear,

Which mark'd him for proinotion. As none to the pilot e'er answer'd like he, When he gave the command hard a port, helm

a lee,

Luff, boy, luff, keep her near,

Clear the buoy, make the pier, None to the pilot answer'd like he When he gave the command in the pool or at sea, Hard aport helm a lee.

For valour, skill, and worth renown'd,

The foe he oft defeated ;

And now with fame and fortune crown'd,

Post captain he is rated :
Who, should our injur'd country bleed,

Still bravely would defend her;
Now blest with peace, it beauty plead,

He'll prove his heart as tender.
Unaw'd, yet mild, to high and low,
To poor and wealthy, friend or foe,

Wounded tars share his wealth,

All the feet drink his health,
Priz'd be such hearts, for aloft they will go,
Which always are ready compassion to shew,
To a brave conquer'd foe.

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· YE GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND. YE gentlemen of England, who live at home at

ease, Ah! little do you think on the dangers of the seas, Give ear unto the mariners, and they will plainly shew

All the cares

And the fears, When the stormy winds do blow. In claps of roaring thunder, which darkness do

enforce, We often find our ships to stray beyond our wonted.

course, Which causeth great destruction, and sinks our hearts full low,

. 'Tis in vain

To complain, When the stormy winds do blow. If enemies oppose us, when England is at war With any foreign nation, we fear no wound or scar;.. Our roaring guns shall teach them our valor for to

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