THE EXAMINER. aT I IE OLE II EI OES ENE CE TEE ST I CE LE TID and they are visible in his serious as well. as lighter| kindred spirit of Burns, make for its country ‘some use-| water was as smooth as the chin of our dandy Leiute- productions, One is his constant lightsomeness of spirit ful plan or book,’ it can ‘sing a song at least.’ Hood’s nant, what never had a beard. Well, we spied two or andtone. His verse is not a chant but a carol. Deep poetry is often a pleading for those who cannot plead three huts along shore that seemed to beled to so as may be his internal melancholy, it expresses itself, | for themselves, or who plead only like the beggar, who, fishermen; for we could just see the little to nal at in, and yields to song. The heavy thunder cloud of wo |reproached for his silence, showed his sores, and replied, their craft peeping over the sand-hill. So we ‘faa comes down in the shape of sparkling, sounding, sunny |‘Isn’t it begging I am with a hundred tongues” This a boat, and the Lieutenant, with Joe Gibbons, myself. drops, and thus dissolves. He casts his melancholy into advocacy of his has not been thrown utterly away ; it/and six others went ashore to try what fntorulitiom we shapes so fantastic, that they lure first himself, and then has been heard on earth, and it has been heard in could get. We took Joe Gibbons with us, because he his readers, to laughter. If he cannot get rid of the heaven. |said he understood their lingo. So then we went ashore grim gigantic shadow of himself, which walks ever be- ‘and came athwart one of the huts, and we hailed them; fore him, as before all men, he can, at least, make toon — ‘and there came out to usa jolly’ fellow, who looked mouths, and cut antics behind its back. This conduct CATCHING A PIRATE like a Spaniard, although perhaps a little darker, and is, in one sense, wise as well as witty; but will, we, te : i he spoke enough of broken English to make himself fear, be imitated by few. Some will continue to follow Our Captain was what might be termed athrough-| understood. And Joe Gibbons began to get his Spanish the unbaptised terror, in tame and helpless submission ; bred bull-dog. Courage was inherent in him; he thought lingo under weigh; but somehow or other he didn’t sail others will pay it vain homage, others will make to it Nothing impossible to be achieved as long as his ship|on the right tack, because the Spaniard couldn’t under- resistance equally vain: and many will seek to drown Would carry canvas or aswer to her rudder, ‘stand him. in pleasure, or forget in business, their impression, that We were lying at Gibraltar, taking in wood, water, So the Lieutenant laughed, and said jeeringly” “I it walkson before them—silent, perpetual, pausing with and fresh provisions, when one morning a little corvette tel] you what, Joe Gibbons it strikes is that this man their rest, running with their speed, growing with their Came in, and reported that a pirate was hovering about,| will’ understand downright English easier than your growth, strengthening with their strength, forming itself looking out for prizes, from whom she had escaped wit) | broken Spanish.” : a ghastly rainbow on the fumes of their festival, lying difficulty. | “Qh yes, yes,” exclaimed the stranger, “me speak down with them at night, starting up with every start As soon as our Captain heard of it, he was all ina jt English—me like him English—yes co—hins inten- that disturbs their siumbers, rising with them in the fidget to get out to sea, “The rascal!” exclaimed he,’ do Anglist, ver much.” eats morning, rushing before them like a rival dealer into|“I must have a brush at him. I'll search the whole, And then our Leiutenant spoke to him, and asked him if the market-place and appearing to beckon them on be- ocean, and every creek and cranny on it, but what I’ll he had seen a strange sail; but he shook his head, as hind it, from the death bed into the land of shadows, as have him. With the morning’s light I'll turn my ship’s much as to say he had not. Now we all knew he was into its own domain. If from this dreadful forerunner |Stern to Gibraltar, and go in search of this marauder. |tellino a lie. and so did the Lieutenant. Well. it was we cannot escape, is it not well done in Hood, and would |8®, ¢’ye hear, lads, get all ready for sailing by daylight.” no use threatening because threats would not squeeze it not be well done in others, to langh at, as we pursued| “ Please, Sir,” said I, “we can’t be ready—our trysail the words out of him; and so the Lieutenant ae five its inevitable steps? It is, after all, perhaps only the 2n’t slung yet.” pounds into a purse and held it up before him; and future greatness of man that throws back this gloom| “Trysail! exclaimed our Captain; “I'll sail to-| then the stranger’s eyes began to glisten, and he seemed. upon his infant being, casting upon him confusion and ™orrow if I've nothing but our cook’s apron to hoist for to consider how he should contrive to obtain the purse.

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despair, instead of exciting him to gladness and to hope. | In escaping from this shadow, we should be pawning the) prospects of our immortality. |

= ogre nee no knowing what you can do till you And he was not long before he made up his mind; and try; and I know there isn’t a man among you but would then he put his finger on his lips, and told us to drav- be eager to catch this piratical scoundre] as myself; so round him ; and then he took up astick, and drew or.

How cheerily rings Head's lark-like note of poetry,| Work away, my lads, and I won't spare the grog bottle.” the sand the very shape and likeness of the pirate’s shiy » among the various voices of the age’s song—its eagle| The Captain’s words acted like a charm upon us, and we! which we had seen the day previous. And then heaske: | screams, its raven croakings, its plaintive nightingale all worked away for dear life, and hada good ten hours’ the Lieutenant if that was the ship he meant; and th oe strains! And yet that lark, too, in hcr lowly nest had Spell. At last up went our trysail, jib, and foresail, as Lieutenant said it was. And then the stranger deser .- her sorrows, and, perhaps, her heart had bled in secret neat as a lady’s maid would put on a new gown, amidst! bed what course she had taken, and gave all the infor - all night long. But now the ‘morn is up again, the three hearty cheers from the men. Our Captain, who | mation we could desire ; and the Lieutenant was so we |] dewy morn,’ and the sky is clear, and the wind is still, | W@s down in the cabin, heard the noise, and was soon pleased with the fellow’s frankness that he gave ha ua and the sunshine is bright, and the blue depths seem to 0n the deck to know what was the matter. My eyes! the purse, which he clapped into his pocket, and boltia sigh for her coming ; and up rises she to heaven’s gate, how he stared when he saw our neat new canvas shive- into the hut, was out of sight in a moment; but he we as aforetime; and she soars and sings, she remembers Tng in the wind. ‘soon back aenin and he brought out a couple of bottle her misery no more ; nay, hers seems the chosen voice) “ Well done, my lads,” exclaimed he, as_his eyes of some sort of wine, and put it down before us, and b by which Nature would convey the full gladness of her |glistened with satisfaction, “I knew you would manage gave us a cup to drink omef: and the Lioutamani serve own heart, in that favourite and festal hour. it. Purser, serve out a double allowance of grog : it out to us, and very good it was. And when we ha

No one stopt to question the songstress in the sky as then all hands turn in for a few hours’ rest, and be up finished the wine, we looked round for the stranger to her theory of the universe—‘Under which creed,|and in good sailing trim by sunrise.” ‘but he had cut his cable, and gone clean out of sigh Bezonian !—speak or die!’ So, it were idle to inquire) Well, we didn’t want to be told twice; we were soon| i of Hood’s poetry, any more than of Keats’s, what in con- alongside of our grog cans, and when we turned into. fidence was its opinion of the origin of evil, or the ped- our hammocks, we didn’t want much rocking to set us retur ; but he did not. And so the Lieutenant said he ohaptist controversy. His poetry is fuller of humanity to sleep. ‘would go towards the hut, and we all began tomo ve and of real piety that it does not protrude any peculiari-| _Morning broke, and Tim Barnacle, Boatswain, piped forward, when the report of two muskets, “quickly fi) ed ties of personal belief; and that ne more than the sun or all hands, and we were all upon deck in the springing jn succession, brought us to a pause; and it was a v ery the book of Esther has it the name of God written on it, ofa Inff tackle. All was soon ready: “Sheet home!” near chance we escaped, for we heard the bullets whiz although it has the essence and the image. There are Was the word; the anchor was hove a-peake, the wind over our heads. writers who, like secret, impasioned jovers, speak most right aft, and we soon left Gibraltar astern of us. “Confound the rascals,” exclaimed the Lieuten ant seldom of those objects which they most frequently ad-| We sailed, and kept a course westward, and then re- « do they mean to make targets of us? Come on, |: ids : mire. And there are others, whose ascriptions of praise tacked ; and we veered about on all points, but devila let us take their huts by storm, and rout the skul king to God, whose encomiums on religion, and whose intro- bit of a glimpse ofthis same pirate could we catch. villians.” : duction of sacred names, sound like affidavits, or self- Our Captain was mortal vexed, and the crew looked at) We all drew our cutlasses, and prepared our pi stols, signed certificates of Christianity—they are so frequent, each other as shy as ifthe "bacco canister had gone and were about to rush forward, when a gun frot a our so forced, and so little in harmony with what we know overboard. ‘ship brought us to, and we saw the signal flying t 0 call of the men. It isupon this principle that we would de-|_ Well towards evening, Madeira being in sight, we us all on board. So we were obliged to give u p the fend Wordsworth from those who deny him the name of described a little vessel right ahead; she was latina-|idea of making the attack; and jumping into the boat, a sacred poet. T'rue, all his poems are not hymns; but "igged, and looked rather a suspicious craft. We kept we got on board without delay, his life has been a long hymn, rising, like incense, from her in view as long as the light lasted; but night came The Lieutenant told the Captain what had pass ed on a mountain-altar to God. Surely, since Milton, no|0M,and then we were all abroad again. We kept our shore, and pointed out the course that the pirats > was purer, severer, living melody has mounted on high. course towards Madeira; but we hadn’t run twenty supposed to have taken; but the Captain shook his head, The ocean names not its Maker, nor needs to name him. knots after dark before the man at the mast-head called and told the Lieutenant he had been imposed upo n, for Yet who can deny that the religion of ‘Ode to Sound, out, “Strange sail astern!” The Captain looked out he had seen the very pirate ship sail out of a creek o n the and of the ‘Excursion,’ is that of the ‘Paradise Lost, astern, and sure enough we could plainly see a light. | opposite side of the point of land which lay almost a head the ‘Task, and the ‘Night Thoughts?” And without) “That’s the light from her cabin windows,” said the of us. And the Lieutenant bit his lips with vex tion, classing Hood in this or in any respect with Wordsworth,,Captain. “Hang me if we won’t have him yet.” ‘and looked very sheepish—and se did the whole of us

we dare as little rank him with things common and un- Well, we put about, and kept a steady course towards that had been ashore ; but it was all of no use; we had clean. the light. We gained quickly on it; and no wonder, been regularly humbugged, and there was an end ol the

Hear himself on this point:— for it did not appear to move from us. ‘matter. The wind was right aft, and we soon weig hed

“Thrice blessed is the man with whom “What the devil does this mean ” exclaimed the anchor, and went to look after the pirate; but the devil a The gracious prodigality of nature— Captain. “Itis not a lighthouse, for there is none bit of him was to be seen, far or near. The balm, the bliss, the beauty, and the blood down in the chart in this latitude. But no matter,—we'll| ‘The Captain said he was either the devil, or the Fly- The bounteous providence in every feature— keep our course, let what will turn up.” is Dutch h q b : ld mak Racall the good Creator to his creature : : . os ute! man, OF some enchanted Ewa that i Making all earth a frame, all heaven its dome! _ Well, we kept our course, and we came up with the himself invisible when he liked. We sailed, and we aera pees Nar fate, aren oe ae enon sc en a wa -o'-th’- a i —no, no- edged away close un and ; but it was a no thing : , r- t) , hed Goon pot.om sep, and: than set ofions ts desmtyn, wail Inc ecetain sok aitereaes talent eae the cunning pirate ‘cut and run, and geve us the slip. thought of one scheme, and they thought of another

And amid all the mirthful details of the long warfare} Well to be sure, didn’t our Captain swear above e but all to no purpose. At lat ies be from the which he waged with Cant, (from his Progress of Cant, bit when he discovered the hoax; but it was all of no mast-head called out, “Strange sail on the starboard!” downwards,) we are not aware of any real despite done (use repining; the rogues had given us the slip, and and we looked in that direction, and we sawa trim little to that spirit of Christianity to which Cant, in fact, is that was certain. | pinnace-rigged sort of craft, coming along in good style. the most formidable foe. To the mas. of religion, his! Well, we knew we had neared the African coast, But she was no pirate, for she didn’t attempt to avoid motto is, spare no arrows; but when the real, radiant, and so we beat about (32) daylight; but no sail appeared, ys, but came right shales towards us. sorrowful, yet happy face appears, he too has a knee to exceptamerchant-man or two, which we hailed, and. Our Captain hailec them,and they came right under our kneel and a heart to worship. from one of them we learned that a small craft had bows, as we lay-to to wait for them. They were loaded

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Each cloud-capped mountain is a holy alter ; An organ breathes in every grove ;

And the full heart’s a Psalter,

Rich in deep hymns of gratitude and love.”

But, best of all in Hood is that warm humanity which beats in all his writings. His is no ostentatious or sys- tematic philanthrophy ; it is a mild, cheerful, irrepressi- ble feeling, as innocent and tender as the embrace of a child. It cannot found soup kitchens; it cannot only slide in a few rhymes and sonnets to make its species a little happier. Hospitals it is unable to erect, or sub- scriptions to give, silver and gold it has none; but in the orisons of its genius it never fails to remember the

' cause of the poor: and if it cannot, any more than the

passed under her stern during the night, which she at with silks and various merchandise of that sort, which first suspected was a pirate; but she had kept her they offered for sale. And a sudden thought struck our course without attempting to molest them. A good Captain. All our ports were closed at the time, and he reason why—the lubbers knew there was a tight brig invited the master ofthe pinnace on board. We quickly of war close at her heels. covered all our guns with tarpaulins and sailcloths, and

Mogadore was onthe starboard, and the Captain what ever came to hand. The mariners went down be- made up his mind to run close under it, to reconnoitre. low, and kept out of sight, and all pikes and fire-arms We got into a snug little cove under the head-land,| were put out of sight; so that we hadn’t the least ap- and we let go the stream cable, for there warn’t wind pearance of being a ship of war, The merchant came

jenough to blow a feather off the spanshankle, and the|on board with two attendants, and our Captain, who had

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