A yankey outward bound! do but behold. How the new world supplies with freight the old. 4080 To young Columbia makes her bitter moan, 4085 And, as our cargoes make his billows groan, 4095 * At one time, when America was the carrier of the world, there was a constant exportation of her flour to England, averaging half a million of barrels annually; and in the years 1801, 1802, and 1811, exceeding respectively a million. A ship's course by compass (allowing for the variation of the magnetic needle) from the Land's End to the Lizard point is south east a quarter south. His costume he has studied-for his side His fore and aft hat, bound with tarnish'd lace, As, at each footstep, his prophetic soul 4100 Bids him beware, and mind the frigate's roll. 4105 He looks to windward as he takes his snuff, He does not know the ship's head from the stern. If I remember right, 'tis full a week Since he was seen the upper deck to seek, And leave the fetid cockpit to inhale 4110 The wholesome breeze, and view the swelling sail : As a memorial that he comes at last, Let a deep notch be cut in every mast. 4115 The tars affirm with oaths his evil cards Raise gales of wind, and send them on the yards, * It is a superstition among seamen that cards played at sea produce heavy gales.. The small sea-bird the petrel, the precursor of bad weather, is called by seamen Mother Carey's chicken; and supernatural powers are ascribed the witch Mother Carey, who is supposed to send it. That adverse to our canvass turns the vane, 4120 All by the doctor's tricks—the helmsman's bane. He keeps no watch, and crown'd with endless ease, Can in his cot convert to halcyon seas A Biscay swell :-he has no cares To break his rest, and interrupt his pray'rs. Was ever sight so fair! The crag, the cliff, the promontory steep, 4125 Trees, groves-all Eden springing from the deep. These, leech, are shadows of a shaping brain, See yon fair mansion where the poplars wave 4135 Unus'd, your eye, leech, loves again to rove Peace in the cot, elysium in the fields. 4140 * The civilians of a ship (the doctor, purser, &c.) seldom come on deck without encountering a sort of amicable and pleasant hostility from the captain, or the lieutenant. What made them build their dwelling on the shore? But, soft, I see the mistress at the door, Sitting beneath the trellis overgrown With vines-and at her side an antique crone, With puss and pompey basking at her feet. 4145 Think you they heed the land from whence we came ? The tender maid-but not the ancient dame. You ply your telescope-what see you now? A telegraph on yonder mountain's brow, 4150 From whose declivity, whose weeping side, 4155 It looks romantic-with a little scrip Fill'd with choice drugs, and science on my lip, 4165 A thriftless trade! more money thou wouldst tell, 4170 See you yon villa! how the turrets rise, 4175 4180 To me far dearer, leech, a sung-thatch'd home 4185 You muse, good leech, some tender thought employs Your memory, and overcasts your joys. |