contains within itself the rudiments of navigation, if not to form a complete seaman, it may certainly be considered as the grammar of his professional science. I have heard (he adds) many experienced officers declare that the rules and maxims delivered in this poem for the conduct of a ship in the most perilous emergency, form the best, indeed the only opinions which a skilful mariner should adopt. We possess, therefore, a poem not only eminent for its sublimity and pathos, but for an harmonious assemblage of technical terms and maxims used in navigation, which a young sailor may easily commit to memory; and also, with these, such scientific principles as will enable him to lay a sound foundation for his future professional skill and judgment." Poetry has seldom received or earned this praise of direct utility, for, though Virgil embodied in his exquisite verse the rules of husbandry, he never perhaps made a practical farmer. Nor would Falconer have taken his place as a British classic, if he had not soared far beyond his nautical precepts and description. These are only subordinate and accessory to his power of touching the heart and painting to the eye and imagination. In the light of his poetry, the Britannia sails with a glory not its own, and the perils and adventures of the voyage are invested with a moral beauty and interest. It is this blending of the ideal with the real—of the picturesque and poetical with the pathetic and sublime-that constitutes the charm of the narrative; and a poem thus founded on truth and nature, elevated by imagination, and presenting the most affecting examples of human suffering and moral heroism, may be said to rest on an imperishable basis. It has survived many revolutions of taste and opinion, and unquestionably will be read as long as British enterprise and valour maintain their empire on the sea. THE SHIPWRECK IN THREE CANTOS THE TIME EMPLOYED IN THIS POEM IS ABOUT SIX DAYS Quæque ipse miserrima vidi, Et quorum pars magna fui.-VIRG. ÆN. lib. II. v. 5. HILE jarring interests wake the world to arms, 'Tis mine, retired beneath this cavern hoar, Immortal train! who guide the maze of song, Or in lamenting elegies express The varied pang of exquisite distress: If e'er with trembling hope I fondly stray'd, In life's fair morn, beneath your hallow'd shade, And melt the heart with ecstasy of pain, Or listen to the enchanting voice of love, |