SHIPWRECK OF THE 
All reefed and close her ponderous sails are tied, 
Her helm is lashed along her trembling side, 
Each yard is braced, each cord is bound with care, 
Each soul on board now stands in mute despair. 
Surge after surge now rolls with fury by, 
Black wreaths of cloud now thicken o'er the sky, 
Each moment brings new terrors o'er the mind. 
Destruction rides in fury on the wind. 
Devoted souls ! what now avails your zeal 1 
Where sleeps that courage you were wont to feel 1 
Where's now the daring which, in conflict tried, 
Proclaimed ye well, your dear lov'd country's pride 
'Twould not avail ye in an hour like this, 
Nor bear ye safely from the dread abyss; — 
Your country's tears could not appease the storm, 
Nor friendship snatch ye from the power of harm. 
SHIPWRECK OF THE COUNTESS DE BOURK, 
ON THE COAST OF ALGIERS. 
And Adventures of her Daughter, Mademoiselle de Bourk, 
in 1719. 
The Count De Bourk, an Irish officer in the service of 
Spain, having been appointed ambassador extraordinary, by 
his Catholic Majesty, to the Court of Sweden, his consort, 
the daughter of the Marquis de Varenne, who resided in 
France wdth her family, determined to join him at Madrid. 
With this view she demanded and obtained a passport for 
herself and her whole family, excepting one of her sons, 
three or four years of age, whom she left with her mother the 
Marchioness de Varenne. As she passed through Avignon 
she was joined by her brother, an officer in the navy, who ac- 
companied her to Montpelier. Here he dissuaded her from 
going by land, through the armies of France and Spain, 
though the Marechal de Berwick had offered to exert his ut- 
most endeavors to procure her a safe passage to the Spanish 
frontiers ; and his son, the Marquis de Berwick, had promised 
her any escort she wished from the frontiers to Gironne,* 
where he comm.anded the troops of his Catholic Majesty. 
♦ Gerona, in Catalonia. 
