Each on his mat allotted
In silence smoked and squatted;
Whilst round their children trotted
In pretty, pleasant play.

He can't but smile, who traces
The smile on those brown faces,
And the pretty, prattling graces
Of those small heathen gay.

And so the hours kept tolling;
And through the ocean rolling
Went the brave Iberia, bowling
Before the break of day.

When a squall, upon a sudden,
Came o'er the waters scudding;
And the clouds began to gather;
And the sea was lashed to lather;
And the lowering thunder grumbled;
And the lightning jumped and tumbled;
And the ship and all the ocean
Woke up in wild commotion.
Then the wind set up a-howling,
And the poodle-dog a-yowling ;
And the cocks began a-crowing;
And the old cow raised a-lowing,
As she heard the tempest blowing :
And the fowls and geese did cackle;
And the cordage and the tackle
Began to shriek and crackle;

And the spray dashed o'er the funnels,
And down the deck in runnels.
And the rushing water soaks all,
From the seamen in the fo'ksal,
To the stokers, whose black faces
Peer out of their bed-places.
And the captain he was bawling ;
And the sailors pulling, hauling;
And the quarter-deck tarpauling
Was shivered in the squalling;
And the passengers awaken,
Most pitifully shaken;

And the steward jumps up and hastens
For the necessary basins.

Then the Greeks they groaned and quivered,
And they knelt and moaned and shivered;
And the plunging waters met them,
And splashed them and overset them:
And they call, in their emergence,
On countless saints and virgins;
And their marrow-bones are bended,
And they think the world is ended.
And the Turkish women for'ard
Were frightened and behorror'd;
And, shrieking and bewildering,
The mothers clutched their children.
The men sang-“Allah! Illah!
Marshallah!-Bismillah!"

As the warring waters doused them,
And splashed them and soused them;
And they called upon the Prophet,
And thought but little of it.

Then all the fleas in Jewry
Jumped up and bit like fury;
And the progeny of Jacob
Did on the main-deck wake up.
(I wot those greasy Rabbins
Would never pay for cabins !)

And each man moaned and jabbered in
His filthy Jewish gaberdine,

In woe and lamentation,

And howling consternation.

And the splashing water drenches

Their dirty brats and wenches;

And they crawl from bales and benches,
In a hundred-thousand stenches!

This was the White Squall famous,
Which latterly o'ercame us,

And which we all will well remember-
On the 28th September:

When a Prussian captain of Lancers
(Those tight-laced, whiskered prancers)
Came on the deck astonished,
By that wild squall admonished,
And wondering cried-"Potz tausend,
Wie est der Sturm jetzt brausend?

And looked at Captain Lewis,
Who calmly stood and blew his
Cigar in all the bustle,

And scorned the tempest's tussle.

And oft we've thought hereafter,
How he beat the storm to laughter;
For well he knew his vessel

With that vain wind could wrestle.
And when a wreck we thought her,
And doomed ourselves to slaughter,
How gaily he fought her,

And through the hubbub brought her;
And, as the tempest caught her,

Cried "George, some brandy and water!
And when, its force expended,

The harmless storm was ended,
And as the sunrise splendid

Came blushing o'er the sea,

I thought, as day was breaking-
My little girls are waking
And smiling, and making
A prayer at home for me.

APPENDIX

FALCONER,

AND "THE ANCHOR'S WEIGH'D."

FALCONER was a Scots merchant seaman, born about 1730, and apparently of humble parentage, like so many bards of Caledonia girt and wild." He, then sailing as second mate, was wrecked in the Mediterranean, and on that experience he penned his first effort. This was published in 1762 as "The Shipwreck, a poem in three Cantos by a SAILOR"; it was inscribed to Edward, Duke of York-a Rear-Admiral at the timewho, immediately on the success of the poem, had its author entered as a midshipman aboard the Royal George. Seven years later he was drafted, as purser, to the frigate Aurora. On her way out to India she put in at Cape Town, left there in December of the same year, 1769, and was never heard of again.

But before this sad, untimely end came to Falconer, he had lengthened the poem by one-third, added some smaller pieces, and seen it going well in a second edition. As a partizan of his patron he was also the author of "The Demagogue," a fierce satire on Pitt, Churchhill, Wilkes, etc.; and of The Marine Dictionary, a seaman's handbook that went into many editions. In the poem he is "Arion," a youth, hence Campbell's reference in "The Pleasures of Hope":

"Thy woes,

Arion, and thy simple tale

O'er all the earth shall triumph and prevail.'

As Falconer's ship was lost with all hands at the end of 1769 or very early in 1770, and Campbell was born in 1777, this mention could not possibly have come out of a personal acquaintance; but there is a