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Is this a chamber where I lie?
I closed my own again once more,
Could not as yet be o'er.
A prying, pitying glance on me
With her black eyes so wild and free ;
No vision it could be,--
But fail'd-and she approach'd and made
With lip and finger signs that said,
And gently oped the door, and spake
But those she call'd were not awake, And she went forth ; but ere she pass'd, Another look on me she cast,
Another sign she made, to say That I had nought to fear, that all Were near, at my command or call,
And she would not delay
She came with mother and with sire-
Thus the vain fool who strove to glut
Sent me forth to the wilderness, Bound, naked, bleeding, and alone, To pass the desert to a throne,
What mortal his own doom may guess ? —
Let none despond, let none despair !
As I shall yield when safely there.
FROM CANTO II.
The ship, call’d the most holy “ Trinidada,"
Was steering duly for the port Leghorn; For there the Spanish family Moncada
Were settled long ere Juan's sire was born; They were relations, and for them he had a
Letter of introduction, which the morn Of his departure had been sent him by His Spanish friends for those in Italy.
His suite consisted of three servants and
A tutor, the licentiate Pedrillo,
But now lay sick and speechless on his pillow, And, rocking in his hammock, long'd for land,
His headache being increased by every billow; And the waves oozing through the porthole made His berth a little damp, and him afraid.
'Twas not without some reason, for the wind
Increased at night, until it blew a gale; And though 'twas not much to a naval mind, Some landsmen would have look'd a little pale,
For sailors are, in fact, a different kind;
At sunset they began to take in sail,
At one o'clock the wind with sudden shift
Threw the ship right into the trough of the sea, Which struck her aft, and made an awkward rift,
Started the stern-post, also shatter'd the
Herself from out her present jeopardy,
One gang of people instantly was put
Upon the pumps, and the remainder set To get up part of the cargo, and what not ;
But they could not come at the leak as yet. At last they did get at it really, but
Still their salvation was an even bet ; The water rush'd through in a way quite puzzling, While they thrust sheets, shirts, jackets, bales of muslin,
Into the opening; but all such ingredients
Would have been vain, and they must have gone down, Despite of all their efforts and expedients,
But for the pumps : I'm glad to make them known
For fifty tons of water were upthrown
As day advanced the weather seem'd to abate,
And then the leak they reckon'd to reduce, And keep the ship afloat, though three feet yet
Kept two hand and one chain-pump still in use. The wind blew fresh again : as it grew late
A squall came on, and while some guns broke loose, A gust—which all descriptive power transcendsLaid with one blast the ship on her beam-ends.
There she lay, motionless, and seem'd upset ;
The water left the hold, and wash'd the decks,
other thing that brings regret,
Immediately the masts were cut away,
Both main and mizzen: first the mizzen went, The main-mast follow'd; but the ship still lay
Like a mere log and baffled our intent. Foremast and bowsprit were cut down, and they
Eased her at last (although we never meant To part with all till every hope was blighted), And then with violence the old ship righted.
It may be easily supposed, while this
Was going on, some people were unquiet, That passengers would find it much amiss
To lose their lives as well as spoil their diet;