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And obey'd my heart's warm motion
For resistance I could fear none,
Had our foul dishonour seen, 'Nor the sea the sad receiver
Of this gallant train had been.
* Thus, like thee, proud Spain dismaying,
And her galleons leading home, 'Though, condemn'd for disobeying,
I had met a traitor's doom ; "To have fall'n, my country crying,
'He has play'd an English part, * Had been better far than dying
* Unrepining at thy glory,
Thy successful arms we hail ; But remember our sad story,
And let Hosier's wrongs prevail, Sent in this foul clime to languish,
* Think what thousands fell in vain, • Wasted with disease and anguish,
Not in glorious battle slain.
· Hence with all my train attending
From their oozy tombs below,
.* Through the hoary foam ascending,
Here I feed my constant woe :
"We recall our shameful doom,
"Wander through the midnight gloom.
• O'er these waves, for ever mourning,
Shall we roam, depriv'd of rest, * If, to Britain's shores returning,
• You neglect my just request : ' After this proud foe subduing,
'When your patriot friends you see, · Think on vengeance for my ruin,
* And for England-sham'd in me.'
The muse and the hero together are fir’d,
To one British hero, 'tis brave captain Death!
His ship was the Terrible,-dreadful to see!
* Written, as it is said, by one of his surviving crew.
Two hundred, or more, was their good complement,
A prize they had taken diminish'd their force,
Fire, thunder, balls, bullets, were seen, heard, and felt;
At last the dread bullet came wing'd with his fate,
Thus fell the strong Terrible, bravely and bold ;
* Called the Vengeance.'—The strange circumstance mentioned by some writers of one of the Terrible's lieutenants being named Devil, the surgeon Ghost, and of her having been fitted out at Exccution-dock, seems entirely void of foundation.
The French were the victors,-though much to their
THE SEA-FIGHT IN MDCXCII.
THURSDAY in the morn, the ides of May,
Recorded for ever the famous ninety-two,
The lofty sails of France advancing now:
* The great naval victory, intended to be celebrated by this excellent old song, was determined, after a running action of several days, off Cape La Hogue, on the coast of Normandy, the 22d of May, 1692, in favonr of the English and Dutch combined fleets, consisting of 99 sail of the line, under the command of admiral Russel, afterwards earl of Orford, over a French squadron of about half that number, commanded by the chevalier Tourville, whose ship, Le Soleil Ta Royaby carried upwards of a hundred guns, and was esteemed the finest vessel in Europe. This last fleet was fitted out for the pure. pose of restoring King James the Second to his dominions ; and that prince, together with the duke of Berwick, and several great officers, both of his own court and of the court of France, and even Tourville his self, beheld the final destruction of the French ships from an eminence on the shore. It is now certain, that Russel had engaged to favour the scheme of his old Master's restoration, on condition that the French took care to avoid him ; but Tourville's im. petuosity and rashness rendered the whole measure abortive : And the distressed and ill-fated monarch retired, in a fit of despondency, to mourn his misfortunes, and recover his peace of mind, amid the solitary gloom of La Trappe, See a very elegant and particular ac. count of this famous sea-fight in Sir John Dalrymple's Memoirs,
All hands aloft, aloft, let English valour shine,
And you'll see
Tourville on the main triumphant roll'd,
To meet the gallant Russel in combat on the deep; He led the noble train of heroes bold,
To sink the English admiral at his feet.
Whilst a flood,
All of blood,
Sulphur, smoke and fire, disturbing the air,
With thunder and wonder affright the Gallic shore ; Their regulated bands stood trembling near,
To see the lofty streamers now no more.
Now they cry,
Run or die,
vol. i. p. 503, and Mr. Macpherson's History, vol. ii. p. 11. [A successful parody on this naval song was adapted to the triumph obtained by admirals Rodney and Hood, over the French fleet under De Grasse, when he was taken in the Ville de Paris, on the 19th of April, 1782.]