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THE SAILORS' HOME AT NEWCASTLE.
“Oh that for me some home like this would smile."-CAMPBELL.
A Home for the sailor, the fearless and brave, The child of the tempest, the sport of the wave! The spoils of the wide world he brings through the foam," And ask we not, what is the mariner's home? We picture his vessel a bird of the sea, Hin self her companion as joyous and free; And, while for our comfort we urge him to roam, Still Fancy makes summer encircle his home. But Truth sees him drenched on the wave-covered deck, Or lashed by the hail as he clings to the wreck, Or pillowed on sea-weed and shrouded in foam ; But in vain she looks round for the marincr's home! When the watch-call relieves his monotonous tramp, He hies to the forecastle gloomy and damp; Benumbed he turns in from the frost and the foam, Where spare sails and cable-coils furnish his home. But, hark, from the mast-head the outlook cries “Land !' And soon with his earnings he leaps on the strand ;Oh, now could the friends of the wanderer come And gladden his eye with the sight of a home! For quickly the “land-shark” approaches his prey, With guile on his lip, and his eye on the pay; While Pleasure allures to her treacherous maelstrom, And the sailor finds hell where they promised a home. Now robbed of his wages and stripped of his clothes, Ashamed, he escapes from his merciless foes; And, docmed like an exile from kindred to roam, Again is the dreary forecastle his home. Though sore he may labour, deep laden with sin, None points through the veil to the anchorage within To the rest, when the penitent ceases to roam, In the glory where Jesus prepares him a home.
But Pity has whispered the heart of the Fair-
GET UP EARLY.
Get up early! Time is precious,
Waste it not in bed ;
O'er the fields are spread;
First begins to rise;
Fades from earth and skies.
To be wasting time;
Sing their morning chime.
Blush upon the sod;
Blesses Nature's God.
For the long day's toil ;
To improve your soil ;
Be your task to write ;
And feel as I do RIGHT!
DANGERS at sea are so numerous and terrible, that many of the most skilful and benevolent men have laboured in contrivances for the saving of life in shipwreck. Among those excellent inventions, the “Life-Boat” must be reckoned as one of the most valuable, and thousands of precious lives have been saved by its means, through the daring courage of our worthy mariners. One of the most affecting cases on record,
of the use of this admirable contrivance for the saving of life, was in the wreck of the Agatha, near Memel, in the Baltic, April 3rd, 1808.
That vessel, under the command of Captain Koop, of Lubeck, sailed from Liebau for Carlscrona, having on board Lord Royston, son of the Earl of Hardwicke, and about eighteen other passengers. The ship was in a leaky condition, and when about forty miles from Carlscrona, it blew a gale, and drove them in a contrary direction. The ice prevented their attempting to land on the Island of Oland; and, by the advice of Colonel Pollen, a passenger, the captain made for Memel, the nearest port. At two o'clock in the morning of the 7th, they saw the coast, and at four the town of Memel. But in entering the harbour, the ship struck on the bar, and immediately filled. Alarmed by the violence of the shock, the ladies and children in the cabin, and the passengers in the hold, ran on deck just in time to save them from drowning. The women and children took refuge in the sailors' cabin on deck. The sea ran dreadfully high, and they cut away the masts, to prevent them from upsetting, while they launched the boats.
Lord Royston, Colonel Pollen, Mr. Bailey, and Mr. Renney jumped into them, but they were upset, and all lost in a moment. Twelve personsMrs. Pollen and three servants, Mrs. Barnes, three children, and maid, Messrs. Pereyra, Focke, and Halliday-betook themselves to the roundhouse, when all the rest, except Captain Koop and three sailors, who got upon the bow-sprit, were washed overboard, and lost.
Those on shore, perceiving the wreck and the danger, sent out the life-boat, which received
Captain Koop and the three sailors from their perilous situation ; but it was supposed that all the rest had been washed overboard, and perished. The twelve persons in the “round-house” stood up to their middle in water, and occasionally they showed themselves, that the people on shore might know that there were some living beings on board. Several attempts were made by the life-boat, but in vain; it could not get to the wreck, because of the tremendous sea. They passed a sorrowful night in the water, cold, and in extreme hunger; but at nine o'clock, next morning, Anthony, Mrs. Pollen's servant, gave notice that the life-boat was near the bow-sprit. Mr. Halliday went out with Mrs. Pollen and the youngest child, and she, with great difficulty, reached the boat; but he was twice knocked down by the sea, with the child in one arm, though he kept fast hold with the other. Finding, however, that his strength failed him, he gave the child to Ann, Mrs. Barnes's maid, desiring her to remain where she was, till he could send one of the men from the life-boat to take the child ; but just as he threw himself into the boat, the sailors called out that the woman with the child, and Mrs. Pollen's servant-man, were washed overboard. This was a melancholy instance of the want of fortitude, coolness, and attention.
The weather being too boisterous to permit the life-boat to remain near the wreck, it put off with Mrs. Pollen, her servant Anthony, and Messrs. Halliday and Pereyra. Mr. Halliday told the people that there were still four persons on board, viz.-Mrs. Barnes, her two children, and Mrs. Pollen's third servant. The seamen were with