[XII.]

“A voyage to England, and to start to-night

And brave the ocean at this season drear?

’Twould scantly give the hardy tar delight,

Much less my consort and these pledges dear.

Go, and the Council tell, that we’re not quite

In health to bear a trial so severe,—

That if we yield ’twill be to lawless might,

And not to their kind feelings or their right.”

XIII.