THE HEART UNDER THE PEA-JACKET. 131 



man, that has the warmest heart or the most 

 generous feelings/' 



How true is all this, and how often has it 

 been proved in my own intercourse with seamen. 

 Under many a rough pea-jacket bosom there 

 beats a heart, which you will be feeling long 

 for, and be slow in finding under the pur- 

 ple, and silks, and satins of fashion and frivol- 

 ity. The poet Burns knew it when he sang so 

 sweetly: 



"The heart aye's the part, ay, 



That makes us right or wrang : 

 Nae treasures, nor pleasures, 



Could make us happy lang. 

 It's no in titles nor in rank ; 

 It's no in wealth like Lon'on bank, 



To purchase peace and rest : 

 It's no in making rnuckle mair ; 

 It 's no in books ; it 's no in lair, 



To make us truly bless' d. 

 If happiness hae not her seat 



And centre in the breast, 

 We may be wise, or rich, or great, 



But never can be bless' d." 



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