CHAPTER IV. O'er the stormy, wide, and billowy deep, "GEORGE is to open this meeting, by reciting some lines written by Mrs. Howitt, which are very clever, and will most appropriately introduce our subject." So saying, Mrs. Wilton proceeded to arrange the members in their various places; and, seating herself, she turned to her son, who by virtue of his office was allowed to remain near Grandy's chair until the great work was accomplished. George was hesitating, but an encouraging smile from this kind mother inspired him with confidence, and he commenced without further ceremony:— "The earth is large,' said one of twain; But it is filled with misery And death on every side!' And of death, a thousand times! But a myriad monstrous, hideous things I've heard of the diver to the depths Of the ocean forced to go, To bring up the pearl and the twisted shell I've heard of the things in those dismal gulfs, I would not lead a diver's life For every pearl that's found. And I've heard how the sea-snake, huge and dark, In the arctic flood doth roll; He hath coil'd his tail, like a cable strong, All round and round the pole: And they say, when he stirs in the sea below, The mountains huge of the ribbed ice- That has lain in the ice a thousand years, And the men-each one is frozen there The oar he pull'd, the rope he threw, Is frozen in his hand. The sun shines there, but it warms them not; They are wrapp'd in ice that grows and grows, And there's many a haunted desert rock, Where unburied men, with fleshless limbs, They people the cliffs, they people the caves,— A ghastly company!— I never sail'd there in a ship myself, But I know that such there be. Under that burning brine. The ocean sea doth moan and moan, Like an uneasy sprite; And the waves are white with a fiendish fire That burneth all the night. 'Tis a frightful thing to sail along, Though a pleasant wind may blow, Lies down in the sea below! Didst ever hear of a little boat, And in her there were three; They had nothing to eat, and nothing to drink, For seven days they bore their pain; Then two men on the other Did fix their longing, hungry eyes, And that one was their brother! And him they killed, and ate, and drank— For the dead should lie in a churchyard green, And think'st thou but for mortal sin There will be no more sea!" |