If so beloved thou’rt fairly won.
Bright may the sacred torch remain,
And cheer thee till we meet again.
James I.
It was said of King James I. that there were two sorts of men he never had kindness for; those whose hawks flew, and dogs ran as well as his own, and those who were able to speak as much reason as himself.
On the Death of the Hon. John Gore.
On the death of the Hon. John Gore, who commanding his Majesty’s ship Scorpion, was drowned off the coast of Africa, after having by his heroic exertions saved the lives of two of his ship’s company who had fallen overboard, February 18th, 1812.
A few months prior to this melancholy event, I was on board the Scorpion, when its noble commander at the same risk, but with less fatal consequences, rescued from a watery grave two men who had been swept overboard while taking in sail, during what is termed in the West Indies “a white squall.” This intrepid captain without hesitation sprung from the deck into the ocean, and after buffeting with the element to which he was the destined victim, he swam back to his vessel, supporting in each hand a fellow creature, preserved by his courageous exertions. Fadeless is the memory of the Hero, though “The waters have closed upon the passing furrow, and again hold on their accustomed course.”