4190 This is the land where love and pity mourn 4195 * Captain John Smith, a gallant Englishman, was the founder of the Colony of Virginia, on the great Bay of Chesapeak; and Pocahontas, the daughter of the Indian Monarch Powhatan, was its interesting protectress. Smith, in an excursion, being surprized by a numerous body of red-men, under Opechancanough, was conducted to Powhatan, who doomed him to death: he was led to the place of execution, and his head bowed down to receive the blow of the warclub, when Pocahontas rushed with mournful distraction through the crowd, and throwing her little arms about him, (she was by Smith's account only nine years old,) saved his life by her interposition. After this event she frequently visited Smith at James Town, whom she always addressed by the name of father, and at the age of seventeen married Mr. John Rolf, a young gentleman of rank in the colony, who had long been her respectful lover. She accompanied her husband to England with Sir Thomas Dale, where Smith, who had preceded them, presented Pocahontas to James and his Queen, who received her with the respect due to a princess. This interesting Indian, whose whole life exemplified that Fine Spirits Are touch'd to fine Issues, died in early youth at Gravesend, when preparing to embark with 4205 She flies on seraph's wing, and through the crowd, With solemn awe, I view the spreading shore, Those bloody priests, an execrable band, her husband for her native country; leaving a son who left only daughters, from whom are descended the Bowlings and Murrays, the Jeffersons and Randolphs, the Middletons and Pierpoints, the patricians of Virginia. Their mystic misletoe, their hallow'd oak, See you yon living rock of spheric shape 4225 Captain, you ne'er the loggen-stone* could move, Though nerv'd your arm-the land has not your love On which it rests None there from me is due It looks misplac'd-preposterous in you. But, see, our sweet breeze leaves us from the west- * The Loggens, or rocking stones, in Cornwall, are immense masses of granite set on others of a smaller size, and so equally counterpoised that they can be stirred with a finger, but not moved out of their station. The Druids in their trials, by artfully converting the Loggen into an engine of superstition, made it answer the purpose of an ordeal. Mason has introduced it in his declamatory tragedy. The dog-vane is a small light vane with feathers and cork, whose staff is placed on the ship's quarter to shew the direction of the wind. For once turn sailor-help us with this brail- Jump to the cleat-let the gaff-haliards fly— 4240 A sail there hoa! nothing but ships around- 4245 4250 Greatly they marvel at our stars-our prow- 4255 Our pointed guns-a savage looking row. The spanker is a large sail set upon the mizen yard; it is reduced by ropes called brails. + The guy is a rope used to keep steady the spanker-boom. In Britsh ships the main-top-mast stay-sail is used upon a bow. line in American vessels it is never set unless going large. The Yankey ships are so square-rigged, that, when close-hauled, a maintop-mast stay-sail would defeat its purpose, by taking the wind out of the main-topsail. Our crew they put down Indians-from the wood→ A feather'd tribe of most uncouth attire, XIII. Oh! all that in this life the breast employs, 4265 Is real grief, or visionary joys. Now thread the hatchway those whom hoary age Has capt with snow in foreign pilgrimage, Returning exiles to their native land, Victims to hope deferr'd, a weary band. 4270 4275 From his own shore-the soil that gave him birth, |