A spell is on me, as around I cast My sight on thy ship's tackle, yards, and mast, 2975 Till the day fade and stars wake one by one. Stephen Decatur first distinguished himself in the Barbary War (from 1801 to 1805), under Commodore Preble, in the Mediterranean, where he became the idol of the American nation, by his intrepidity in cutting out the Philadelphia frigate, with the boats of the squadron, from under the fire of the batteries of Tripoli. At the declaration of war against Great Britain, he was appointed to the command of the frigate United States; and October the 25th, 1812, on the American coast, fell in with and captured the British frigate Macedonian, Captain Carden, after a spirited engagement. It is affirmed that Decatur's fire was never equalled by any single deck; and in his letter to the Secretary of the American Navy, he does not betray any exultation at the capture of an English frigate, but rather finds an excuse for the length of the action: he got his prize safe into New York. During a considerable part of the war he was blockaded at New London, by Sir Thomas Hardy, and January 15th, 1815, in putting to sea, in the President, his ship grounded off Sandy Hook, but got off again injured in her sailing, and was chased by the British squadron, composed of the Majestic, a razee, the Endymion, the Pomone, and Tenedos. The Endymion, by her superior sailing, was the first up with the President, when, at half-past five in the evening, an action commenced with great gallantry on both sides, and Decatur, unawed by the overwhelming force in sight, fought his ship with unbroken courage. After an obstinate running fight of two hours, the Endymion's sails being cut from the yards, she consequently dropped astern; but notwithstanding the President crowded all sail, the squadron came up with her, and after receiving a broadside from the Pomone, Decatur, at half past eleven at night, struck those colours which he had so honourably defended. Orion, carried in his rival-car, Turn'd to the Pleiades, directs his star. 2980 He said, when through the naval concourse flung And, murmuring moving tones amidst his woes, Then press'd the sergeant through the glittering band 2995 And bear him from the sea's sole sovereign. LXV. 3005 Meantime the monarch looking o'er the chains,* A knot or splice from some sea-farer's hands. The captain of the main-top hither send, Clap on his tackle with a seaman's care, Knot the part stranded, and the fault repair. 3015 LXVI. spray, Now while the snorting coursers paw the The chains, or rather chain-wales, project from either side of the ship, abreast of the lower-masts, and contain the dead-eyes for the reception of the laniards of the shrouds. True to thy country, and thy country's fame, 3020 found The confluent waters echo'd back the sound. 3025 3040 When thus the groom, who ill his freak could bear; The full-crown'd bowl:-he's like a vessel moor'd 3045 3050 It has its use when laughing from my lip 3055 In ships of war the crew carry their hammocks upon deck every morning, and at sun-set they are piped below; the boatswain's mates winding their shrill calls, and growling out at each hatchway "Down all hammocks, ahoy!" Then swarm up the ladders the seamen to the nettings, seeking their sacks of war: exhibiting at each aperture of the deck what Doctor Johnson would, perhaps, have called the full-tide of human existence. On board the Northumberland, when the hammocks were piped down, it was the practice of the young midshipmen to form a ring, linked hand in hand, and rally round Napoleon; in order that he might not be annoyed by the crowd rushing on deck. This was the very soul of youthful generosity, and I never could read the glorious record in Las Casas without emotion. Sunt lacrymæ rerum, et mentem mortalia tangunt. |