Your fate this day full long shall bear in
She winged the deep, if birds pursued her;
She swam the sky, if dolphins viewed her;
Heedless you strike the sails, where ruin
And show the rock you’re apt to split on:
You’re all (I’m glad the thought I hit on)
It swells your pride, and plain you show it;
Church--physic--law--you he fair, you know it,
Age looks too dry, and youth too blooming:
The scholar’s face there’s too much gloom in;
For mending, Lord! you think there’s room in
Till some gay glittering rogue in scarlet,
His flight has piqued, his glitter caught her;
Whose eyes have made such mighty slaughter,
When short-lived bliss more frail than glass is,
In vain your flattering charms display you;
See former friends with scorn survey you;
Two or three years ago, our captain, while his vessel was lying in Black River Bay, for the purpose of loading, was informed by his sailors, that their beef and other provisions frequently disappeared in a very unaccountable manner. However, by setting a strict watch during the night, he soon managed to clear up the mystery: and a negro, who had made his escape from the workhouse, and concealed himself on board among the bags of cotton, was found to be the thief. He was sent back to the workhouse, of which the chain was still about his neck. But another negro had better luck in a similar attempt on board of a different vessel. He contrived to secrete himself in the lower part of it, where the sugar hogsheads are stored, unknown to any one. As soon as the cargo was completed, the planks above it were caulked down, and raised no more till their ship reached Liverpool; when, to the universal astonishment, upon opening the hold, out walked Mungo, in a wretched condition to be sure, but still at least alive, and a freeman in Great Britain. During his painful voyage, he had subsisted entirely upon sugar, of which he had consumed nearly an hogshead; how he managed for water I could not learn, nor can imagine.
The old steward, this morning, told one of the sailors, who complained of being ill, that he would get well as soon as he should reach England, and could have plenty of vegetables; “for,” he said, “the man had only got a _stomachick_ complaint; nothing but just scurvy!”