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A stormy midnight watch, he thought,
Than this sojourn would have been dearer, If but the storm his vessel brought
To England nearer.
He saw one morning-dreaming—doating, An empty hogshead from the deep
Come shoreward floating;
The live-long day laborious; lurking
By mighty working.
Description, wretched: such a wherry
Or crossed a ferry.
It would have made the boldest shudder; Untarred, uncompassed, and unkeeled,
No sail-no rudder.
From neighb'ring woods he interlaced
His sorry skiff with wattled willows;
The foaming billows-
His little Argo sorely jeering;
With folded arms Napoleon stood,
Serene alike in peace and danger; And, in his wonted attitude,
Addressed the stranger :
'Rash man, that wouldst yon Channel pass
On twigs and staves so rudely fashioned; Thy heart with some sweet British lass
Must be impassioned.'
'I have no sweetheart,' said the lad;
‘But-absent long from one anotherGreat was the longing that I had
To see my mother.'
And so thou shalt,' Napoleon said,
‘Ye've both my favour fairly won; A noble mother must have bred
So brave a son.'
He gave the tar a piece of gold,
And, with a flag of truce, commanded He should be shipped to England Old,
And safely landed.
Our sailor oft could scantly shift
To find a dinner, plain and hearty; But never changed the coin and gift
• YE MARINERS'
Ye Mariners of England !
The spirits of your fathers
Britannia needs no bulwarks,
As they roar on the shore,
and feast shall flow
THE BATTLE OF THE BALTIC
OF Nelson and the North
While the sign of battle flew