396 HOPE DEFERRED. 



Living, shall forfeit fair renown, 



And doubly dying shall go down 



To the vile dust from whence he sprung — 



Unwept, unhonored, and unsung." 



Reader, have you ever read these lines before ? Of 

 course you have ; so had I before I went to sea ; and 

 then with me, as it must have been with you, they 

 had made my heart beat quicker, and my eye flash 

 with indignation at the recreant who could unmoved 

 return to his native shore. But it is impossible to 

 describe our appreciation of the beautiful text at 

 such a moment as it was now presented to us ; and in 

 the exuberance of our spirits we could have hugged 

 the author to our breasts and pronounced him sailor 

 in feeling if not in practice. A change, however, 

 soon came over the spirit of our dreams ; the yards 

 were squared, and, consequently, as we brought the 

 wind aft, we were enabled to show more canvas to 

 the ftxvoring gale, and in this outlet we found a vent 

 for our highly wrought feelings : reefs were shaken 

 out, gaskets cast oif in a twinkling, and the yards 

 and sails were mastheaded, as if by magic, to the 

 music of the merriest homeward bound song in our 

 category, although our fingers and other extremities 

 were benumbed with the cold. We were in hopes 

 of getting in this night, but still we had our mis- 

 givings ; as, even should we come into close proximity 

 with Montauk Point, the weather was so boisterous 

 that we had little hopes a pilot would venture out 

 upon such a night. So, feeling that should we be 

 necessitated to remain out another night, we would 

 need rest, our watch went below to seek consolation 

 in Nature's great restorer — sleep; but in vain, 



