She rests, nor shows her mind’s obliquities;
But ever talks she of the sea, and shows
Her sympathy with every wind that blows.
We think it, therefore, useless to restrain
A creature of whose conduct none complain; 60
Whose age and looks protect her—should they fail,
Her craft and wild demeanour will prevail.
A soldier once attack’d her on her way—
She spared him not, but bade him kneel and pray—
Praying herself aloud—th’ astonish’d man