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with a glance which showed that her the waves are beginning to be listed eye was following in the train of her up! Hearken how deep calls to deep; affections. The maiden's brow sadden- and bear, and see, how the winds and ed at once, as she beheld the thick ga- the windows of heaven are loosened ! thering of the clouds; and depositing Save thy servants
even those seafaring her treasure in her bosom, she conti- men-should there be but one righteous nued to gaze on the darkening sea, with person on board !"-And the old reaper a look of increasing emotion.
rose, and stretched out his hands in sapThe experienced mariners on the plication as he spoke. Scottish and Cumbrian coasts, appear
ar- | The ship cảme boldly down the mided busy mooring, and double mooring ple of the bay, the masts bending and their vessels. Some sought a securer quivering, and the small deck crowded haven, and those who allowed their with busy men, who looked wistfully barks to remain, prepared them, with to the coast of Cumberland. all their skill for the encounter of a “ She is the Lady Johnston of Anstorm, which no one reckoned distant.
nanwater,” said one, coming with Something now appeared in the space wood from Norway.” between the sea and the cloud, and “ She is the Buxom Bess of Allanemerging more fully, and keeping the bay,” said another, “ laden with the centre of the sea, it was soon known to best of West India rum." be a heavily laden ship, apparently “ And I," said the third old man, making for the haven of Allanbay. “ would have thought her the Mermaid When the cry of “A ship! a ship!” of Richard Faulder-but," added he, in arose among the reapers,-one of the a lower tone, “ the Mermaid has not old men, whose eyes were something been heard of, nor seen, for many faded, after gazing intently, said, with months ;—and the Faulders are a doona tone of sympathy,—" It is a ship in- ed race :-his bonny brig and he are deed—and woes me, but the path it is at the bottom of the sea; and with them in be perilous in a moment like this !" sleeps the pride of Cumberland, Frank
“She'll never pass the sunken rocks Forster of Derwentwater.” of St. Bee's head,” said one old man: The subject of their conversation ap“ nor weather the headland of Barn- proached within a couple of miles, hourie, and the caverns of Colven," said turned her head to Allanbay, and, though another :—"and should she pass both,” the darkness almost covered her as with a said a third," the coming tempest, shroud, there seemed every chance that which now heaves up the sea within a she would reach the port ere the temcable's length of her stern, will devour pest burst. But just as she turned for her ere she finds shelter in kindly Al- the Cumbrian shore, a rush of wind lanbay!”
shot across the bay, furrowing the sea “ Gude send," said he of the mixed as hollow as the deepest glen, and heavbrood of Cumberland and Caledonia, ing it up masthead high. The cloud “ since she maun be wrecked, that she too dropt down upon the surface of the spills nae her treasure on the thankless sea, the winds, loosened at once, lifted shores of Galloway! These northerus the waves in multitudes against the be a keen people with a ready hand, cliffs; and the foam fell upon the reap. and a clutch-like steel : besides, she ers, like a shower of snow. The loud seems a Cumberland bark, and it's meet chafing of the waters on the rocks, prethat we have our ain fish-guts to our vented the peasants from hearing the ain sea-maws.'
cries of men whom they had given up “Oh see, see !''said the old man, whose to destruction. At length the wind, three children had perished when the which came in whirlwind gusts, becomBonie Babie Allan sank—“ see how ing silent for a little while, the voice of a person singing was heard from the , This is the third time I have listened to sea, far above the turbulence of the his melody—and many mothers will waves. Old William Selby uttered a weep and maidens too, if his song have shout, and said
the same ending as of old.” “ That is the voice of Richard Faul- The voice waxed bolder, and apder, if ever I heard it in the body. He proached the shore; and, as nothing is a fearful man, and never sings in the could be discerned, so thick was the hour of gladness, but in the hour of darkness, the song was impressive, and danger-terror and death are beside even awful. him when he lifts his voice to sing.
The Song of Richard faulder.
it's merry, among the moonlight,
O’er the bright waters merrily bounding.
With its bridal candles is glancing-
And the Solway's wild waves are ascending
And the canvas to ribbons is rending :
And the thunder speaks 'mid the commotion,
The might of the Lord on the ocean !
Where the roebuck is joyously ranging: -
When the wind to all quarters is changing-
And as firm as green Skiddaw below thee,-
His might and his mercy to show thee.
As the voice ceased, the ship ap- | crowding to her side, and looked on the peared through the cloud, approach address and hardihood of her crew,ing the coast in full swing, her sails who, with great skill and success, navirent, and the wave and foam flash- gated their little bark through and ing over her, mid-mast bigh. The among the sand-banksand sunken rocks, maiden, who has already been intro- which make the Solway so perilous and duced to the affection of the reader, fatal to seamen. At last they obtained gazed on the ship, and, half suppressing the shelter of a huge cliff, which, stretcha shriek of joy, Hew down to the shore, ing like a promontory into the sea, broke where the cliffs, sloping backwards the impetuosity of the waves, and affrom the sea presented a ready landing forded them hopes of communicating place, when the waves were more tran- with their friends, who, with ropes and quil than now. Her fellow-reapers came horses, were hastening to the shore.
But, although Richard Faulder and / seized the rope, the lilly suddenly chased his Mermaid were now little more than the rose from her cheek, and uttering a a cable-length distant from the land, loud scream, and crying out, Oh the peril of their situation seemed little help him, save him!”—she flew down lessened. The winds had greatly abated, to the shore, and plunged into the wabut the sea, with that impulse com- ter, holding out her arms, while the municated by the storm,-threw itself flood burst against her, breast high. against the rocks, elevating its waters “ God guide me, Maud Marehbank," high over the summits of the highest cried William Selby,--"ye'll drown cliffs, and leeping and foaming around the poor lad out of pure love.- I think," the bark, with a force that made her continued he, stepping back, and shakreel and quiver, and threatened to stave ing the brine from his clothes, “ I am her to pieces.—The old and skilful ma- the mad person myself--a caress and a riner himself was observed, amid the kiss from young Frank of Derwentwaconfusion and danger, as collected and ter is making her comfortable enough. self-possessed as if he had been enter- Alas, but youth be easily pleased—it is ing the bay in the tranquillity of a as the northern song sayssummer evening, with a hundred hands
Contented wi' little and cantie wi' mair; waving and welcoming his return, His spirit and deliberation seemed more or but old age is a delightless time !" less communicated to his little crew; To moor the bark was the labour of but chiefly to Frank Forster, who, in a few moments, and fathers, and mothe ardent buoyancy of youth,-moved thers, and sisters, and sweethearts, welas he moved, thought as he thought, comed the youths they had long reckonand acted from his looks alone, as if ed among the dead with affection and they had been both informed from one tears. All had some friendly hand and soul. In those times, the benevolence
eye to welcome and rejoice in them, of individuals had not been turned to save the brave old mariner, Richard multiply the means of preserving sea- Faulder alone. To him no one spoke, men's lives; and the mariner, in the on him no eye was turned; all seemed hour of peril, owed his life to chance- desirous of "shunning communication his own endeavours or the intrepid with a man to whom common belief atexertions of the humane peasantry.— tributed endowments and powers, which The extreme agitation of the sea ren- came not as knowledge and might dered it difficult to moor or abandon come to other men,—and whose wise the bark with safety : and several young dom was of that kind against which the men ventured fearlessly into the Hood most prudent divines, and the most on horeback, but could not reach the skilful legislators, directed the rebuke rope which the crew threw out to form of church and law. I remember heara communication with the land. Young ing my father say, that when Richard Forster, whose eye seemed to have sin- Faulder, who was equally skilful in gled out some object of regard on shore, horsemanship and navigation, offered seized the rope ; then leaping, with a to stand on his grey horse's bare back, plunge, into the sea, he made the waters and gallop down the street of Allanbay, Hash !—Though for a moment he seem- he was prevented from betting against the ed swallowed up, he emerged from the accomplishmentof this equestrian vaunt, billows like a waterfowl, and swam by a wary Scotchman, who, in the brief shoreward with unexpected agility and manner of his country said, “ dinda strength. The old mariner gazed after wager, Thomas-God guide yere wits him with a look of deep concern,—but that man's no cannie !''-At that none seemed more alarmed than the time, though a stripling of seventeen, maiden with many keep-sakes. As he and possessed strongly with the belief
of the mariner's singular powers, I could tery. « Oh ! William Rowenberry," not avoid sympathizing with his for- said she, and her and trembled with tune, and the forlorn look with which affection in his while she spoke," I he stood on the deck, while his compa- would have held my heart widowed for nions were welcomed and caressed on one year and a day, in memory of thee shore. Nothing, indeed, could equal -and there be fair lads in Ullswater, the joy which fathers and mothers ma- and fairer still in Allanbay,—I'll no say nifested towards their children,-but they would have prevailed against my the affection and tenderness with which regard for thee before the summer.they were hailed by the bright eyes of But I warn thee,” and she whispered, the Cumbrian maidens.
waving her hand seaward, to give im“ His name be praised,” said one portance to her words,—“ never be old man, to whose bosom a son had been found on the great deep with that man unexpectedly delivered from the waves. with thee again !”
“ And blessed be the hour ye were Meanwhile, the subject of this singusaved from the salt sea, and that fearful lar conversation kept pacing from stern man,”-said a maiden, whose blushing to stern of the Mermaid-gazing, now cheek, and brightening eye indicated and then wistfully shoreward—though more than common sympathy.
he saw not a soul with whom he might “ And oh! Stephen Porter, my son,” share his affections. His grey hair, and resumed the father, “ never set foot on his melancholy look, won their way to shipboard with that mariner more!" my youthful regard, while his hale and
In another group stood a young sea- stalwart frame could not fail of making man with his sister's arms linked round an impression on one not wholly insenhis neck; receiving the blessings, and the sible to the merits of the exterior person. admonitions, which female lips shower A powerful mind, in poetical justice, so vainly upon the sterner sex:-“This should have a noble place of abode. I is the third time, Giles, thou hast sailed detached myself a little from the mass with Richard Faulder; and every time of people that filled the shore, and my alarm and thy perils encrease.- seeming to busy myself with some drift Many a fair face he has witnessed the wood which the storm had brought to loss of,—and many a fair ship he has the hollow of a small rock, I had an opsurvived the wreck of:—think of the portunity of hearing the old mariner sea, since think of it thou must-but chant, as he paced to and fro, the fragnever more think of it with such a com- ment of an old maritime ballad-part panion.”
of which is still current among the seaIn another group, a young woman men of Solway, along with many other stood gazing on a sailor's face, and, in singular rhymes full of marine superher looks, fear and love held equal mas- stition and adventure.
Sir Richard's Voyage.
Till he reached Barnhourie's steep,
And one from the barren deep:
And streamed from the top of his mast;
And spoke from the depth of the blast :--
Away he sailed—and the green isles smiled,
With a loud and murmuring sound-
With one large star by her side
With a shriek—and roared the tide!
Upon his left, Saint Bees-
Before—the wild wide seas :-
With her pale cheek on her hand,
And on the troubled land :
But at that ladye's prayer,
The ringlets of her golden hair :
No breathing wind is near :
And the food lies still with fear-
As Sir Richard knees low at that ladye's feet! While the old mariner chanted this was - which had braved so long “ the maritime rhyme, he looked upon me battle and the breeze." —He threw from time to time,--and, perhaps, felt across my shoulders a mantle of leopleased in exciting the interest of a youth- pard skin,--and said, as he walked toful mind, and obtaining a regard which wards his little cottage on the rock,-bad been but sparingly bestowed in his “ Youth, I promised that mantle to the native land. He loosed a little skiff, first who welcomed me from a voyage and stepping into it, pushed through of great peril :-take it, and be happier the surge to the place where I stood, than the giver,--and glad am I to be and was in a moment beside me. I welcomed by the son of my old Captain could not help gazing, with an eye re- -Randal Forster.” flecting wonder and respect, on a face Such were the impressive circum-bold, mournful, and martial, as his | stances under which I became acquaint