Part 14 (1/2)
But how came it He chose to be a Sailor?
WOMAN.
You shall hear Sir; As he grew up he used to watch the birds In the corn, child's work you know, and easily done.
'Tis an idle sort of task, so he built up A little hut of wicker-work and clay Under the hedge, to shelter him in rain.
And then he took for very idleness To making traps to catch the plunderers, All sorts of cunning traps that boys can make-- Propping a stone to fall and shut them in, Or crush them with its weight, or else a springe Swung on a bough. He made them cleverly-- And I, poor foolish woman! I was pleased To see the boy so handy. You may guess What followed Sir from this unlucky skill.
He did what he should not when he was older: I warn'd him oft enough; but he was caught In wiring hares at last, and had his choice The prison or the s.h.i.+p.
TRAVELLER.
The choice at least Was kindly left him, and for broken laws This was methinks no heavy punishment.
WOMAN.
So I was told Sir. And I tried to think so, But 'twas a sad blow to me! I was used To sleep at nights soundly and undisturb'd-- Now if the wind blew rough, it made me start And think of my poor boy tossing about Upon the roaring seas. And then I seem'd To feel that it was hard to take him from me For such a little fault. But he was wrong Oh very wrong--a murrain on his traps!
See what they've brought him too!
TRAVELLER.
Well! well! take comfort He will be taken care of if he lives; And should you lose your child, this is a country Where the brave sailor never leaves a parent To weep for him in want.
WOMAN.
Sir I shall want No succour long. In the common course of years I soon must be at rest, and 'tis a comfort When grief is hard upon me to reflect It only leads me to that rest the sooner.
[Footnote 1: The stink-pots used on board the French s.h.i.+ps. In the engagement between the Mars and L'Hercule, some of our sailors were shockingly mangled by them: One in particular, as described in the Eclogue, lost both his eyes. It would be policy and humanity to employ means of destruction, could they be discovered, powerful enough to destroy fleets and armies, but to use any thing that only inflicts additional torture upon the victims of our war systems, is cruel and wicked.]
ECLOGUE V.
THE WITCH.
NATHANIEL.
Father! here father! I have found a horse-shoe!
Faith it was just in time, for t'other night I laid two straws across at Margery's door, And afterwards I fear'd that she might do me A mischief for't. There was the Miller's boy Who set his dog at that black cat of hers, I met him upon crutches, and he told me 'Twas all her evil eye.
FATHER.
'Tis rare good luck; I would have gladly given a crown for one If t'would have done as well. But where did'st find it?
NATHANIEL.
Down on the Common; I was going a-field And neighbour Saunders pa.s.s'd me on his mare; He had hardly said ”good day,” before I saw The shoe drop off; 'twas just upon my tongue To call him back,--it makes no difference, does it.
Because I know whose 'twas?