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THE FRIGATE ENDYMION.
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(“Towards the close of the war with France, Captain the Hon. Sir Charles Paget, while cruising in the Endymion frigate on the coast of Spain, descried a French ship of the line in imminent danger, embayed among rocks on a lee shore: bowsprit and foremast gone, and riding by a stream cable, her only remaining one.
Though it was blowing a gale, Sir Charles bore down to the assistance of his enemy, dropped his sheet-anchor on the Frenchman's bow, buoyed the cable, and veered it across his hawser. This the disabled ship succeeded in getting in, and thus seven hundred lives were saved from destruction.
After performing this chivalrous action the Endymion, being herself in great peril, hauled to the wind, let go her bower-anchor, club-hauled, and stood off shore on the other tack.” Vide“Catalogue Royal Naval Exhibition, 1891.”)
The English roses on her face
Blossomed a brighter pink, for pride,
As, through the glories of the place
Wistful, we wandered, side by side.
Blossomed a brighter pink, for pride,
As, through the glories of the place
Wistful, we wandered, side by side.
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We saw our bygone worthies stand,
Done to the life, in steel and gold,
Howard and Drake—a stately band—
Sir Walter, Anson, Hawkins bold:
Done to the life, in steel and gold,
Howard and Drake—a stately band—
Sir Walter, Anson, Hawkins bold:
By all the martial blazonry
Of Blake's great battles, and the roar
Of Jervis, thundering through the sea:
With Rodney, Hood, and fifty more:
Of Blake's great battles, and the roar
Of Jervis, thundering through the sea:
With Rodney, Hood, and fifty more:
To him, the bravest, gentlest, best,
Duty's dear Hero, Britain's star—
The chieftain of the dauntless breast,
Nelson, our Thunderbolt of War!
Duty's dear Hero, Britain's star—
The chieftain of the dauntless breast,
Nelson, our Thunderbolt of War!
We saw him gathering sword by sword
On conquered decks from Don and Dane,
We saw him Victory's laurelled Lord
Rend the French battle-line a-twain:
On conquered decks from Don and Dane,
We saw him Victory's laurelled Lord
Rend the French battle-line a-twain:
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We saw the coat, the vest he wore
In thick of dread Trafalgar's day:
The blood-stains, and the ball which tore
Shoulder-gold, lace, and life away.
In thick of dread Trafalgar's day:
The blood-stains, and the ball which tore
Shoulder-gold, lace, and life away.
In countless grand War-pieces there
The green seas foamed with gallant blood:
The skies blazed high with flame and fear,
The tall masts toppled to the flood.
The green seas foamed with gallant blood:
The skies blazed high with flame and fear,
The tall masts toppled to the flood.
But ever, 'mid red rage and glow
Of each tremendous Ocean fight,
Safe, by the strength of those below
The flag of England floated bright!
Of each tremendous Ocean fight,
Safe, by the strength of those below
The flag of England floated bright!
“Ah, dear, brave souls!” she said, “'tis good
To be a British girl and claim
Some drops, too, of such splendid blood,
Some distant share of deathless fame!”
To be a British girl and claim
Some drops, too, of such splendid blood,
Some distant share of deathless fame!”
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“Yet, still I think of what tears rained
From tender French and Spanish eyes
For all those glorious days we gained.
Oh! the hard price of victories!”
From tender French and Spanish eyes
For all those glorious days we gained.
Oh! the hard price of victories!”
“Come then!” I said:“witness one fight
With triumph crowned, which cost no tear:
Waged gallant 'gainst the tempest's might.”
Then turned we to a canvas near.
With triumph crowned, which cost no tear:
Waged gallant 'gainst the tempest's might.”
Then turned we to a canvas near.
“Look! the King's frigate: and her foe:
The coast is Spain! Cruising to spy
An enemy, she finds him so,
Caught in a death-trap, piteously!”
The coast is Spain! Cruising to spy
An enemy, she finds him so,
Caught in a death-trap, piteously!”
“A great Three-decker! Close a-lee
Wild breakers on the black rocks foam
Will drown the ship's whole company
When that one Anchor's fluke comes home.
Wild breakers on the black rocks foam
Will drown the ship's whole company
When that one Anchor's fluke comes home.
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“Her foremast gone, she cannot set
Head-sails to cast her off the land:
Those poor souls have to draw breath, yet
As long as while a warp will stand.
Head-sails to cast her off the land:
Those poor souls have to draw breath, yet
As long as while a warp will stand.
“'Tis war-time—time of mutual hate—
Only to keep off, therefore,—tack,
Mark from afar ‘Jean Crapaud's’ fate,
And lightly to “my Lords” bear back
Only to keep off, therefore,—tack,
Mark from afar ‘Jean Crapaud's’ fate,
And lightly to “my Lords” bear back
“Good news of the great Liner, done
To splinters, and some thirty score
Of ‘Mounseers’ perished! Not a gun
To fire! Just stand by—no more!
To splinters, and some thirty score
Of ‘Mounseers’ perished! Not a gun
To fire! Just stand by—no more!
“Also, that Captain who should go—
Eyes open—where this Gaul is driven,
Would steer straight into Hell's mid woe
Out of the easy peace of Heaven.
Eyes open—where this Gaul is driven,
Would steer straight into Hell's mid woe
Out of the easy peace of Heaven.
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“Well! let them strike and drown! Not he!
Not lion-hearted Paget! No!
The war's forgot! He'll make us see
Seamanship at its topmost. Blow
Not lion-hearted Paget! No!
The war's forgot! He'll make us see
Seamanship at its topmost. Blow
“Boatswain! your pipe! Endymions, hear!
Forward and aft, all hands on deck!
Let my sails draw, range hawsers clear!
Paget from Fate his foe will pluck!”
Forward and aft, all hands on deck!
Let my sails draw, range hawsers clear!
Paget from Fate his foe will pluck!”
“So bears she down: the fair white flag
Hoisted—full friendly—at the main!
Her guns run in: twice to a rag
The stormsail torn: but set again.
Hoisted—full friendly—at the main!
Her guns run in: twice to a rag
The stormsail torn: but set again.
“And when she rounds to wind, they swarm
Into their rigging, and they dip
The tricolor, with hearts made warm
By hope and love. Look now! his ship
Into their rigging, and they dip
The tricolor, with hearts made warm
By hope and love. Look now! his ship
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“Inside the doomed one! and you note
How, between life and death, he keeps
His Frigate like a pleasure-boat
Clean full and by: and, while he sweeps
How, between life and death, he keeps
His Frigate like a pleasure-boat
Clean full and by: and, while he sweeps
“Athwart the Frenchman's hawse, lets go
His big sheet-anchor: buoys it, cast
Clear o'er the rail. They know, they know!
Here's help! here's hope! here's chance at last!
His big sheet-anchor: buoys it, cast
Clear o'er the rail. They know, they know!
Here's help! here's hope! here's chance at last!
“For hauling (you shall understand)
The English hawser o'er her side,
All fear is fled of yon black strand:
Safely the huge Three-decker rides.
The English hawser o'er her side,
All fear is fled of yon black strand:
Safely the huge Three-decker rides.
“Safe shall she come to Brest again,
With Jean and Jacques, and Paul and Pierre;
And float to fight King George's men
Thanks to the goodly British gear.
With Jean and Jacques, and Paul and Pierre;
And float to fight King George's men
Thanks to the goodly British gear.
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“But woe to bold Endymion,
Never was darker plight for craft;
Laid-to—all save one anchor gone,
And those black fateful rocks abaft!
Never was darker plight for craft;
Laid-to—all save one anchor gone,
And those black fateful rocks abaft!
“Fresh-plucked from death the Frenchmen watched
A sailor's highest lesson shown;
They view by skill that Frigate snatched
From peril direr than their own.
A sailor's highest lesson shown;
They view by skill that Frigate snatched
From peril direr than their own.
“To beat to windward she must fly
Round to the starboard tack: but drives
Full on the rocks in staying: try
To wear her, the same fate arrives.
Round to the starboard tack: but drives
Full on the rocks in staying: try
To wear her, the same fate arrives.
“One desperate shift remains! She brings
Her cable to the bitts: makes fast;
Drops anchor: by the starboard swings:
And, when a-lee her stern is cast,
Her cable to the bitts: makes fast;
Drops anchor: by the starboard swings:
And, when a-lee her stern is cast,
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“Hauls on the slack, and cuts adrift:
Sheets home her foresail: fills, and swerves
A ship's length forth. Subtle and swift
Her aim the tempest's wrath now serves.
Sheets home her foresail: fills, and swerves
A ship's length forth. Subtle and swift
Her aim the tempest's wrath now serves.
“In view of those safe, rescued men,
Foot by foot steals she space to live:
Self-stripped of hope, except she win
The offing. None can succour give!
Foot by foot steals she space to live:
Self-stripped of hope, except she win
The offing. None can succour give!
“A ship's length more! One ship's length more!
And then ‘helm down!’ Then, something free
Comes the fierce blast! That leeward shore
Slides slow astern! That raging sea
And then ‘helm down!’ Then, something free
Comes the fierce blast! That leeward shore
Slides slow astern! That raging sea
“Widens! If once yon whitened reef
She weathers! 'tis a saviour saved!—
Seamanship conquers! Past belief
She rounds! The peril hath been braved!
She weathers! 'tis a saviour saved!—
Seamanship conquers! Past belief
She rounds! The peril hath been braved!
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“Then, louder than the storm-wind's yell,
Rings in her wake the Frenchmen's cheer,
Bidding the good ship glad farewell
While our staunch Frigate draws out clear.
Rings in her wake the Frenchmen's cheer,
Bidding the good ship glad farewell
While our staunch Frigate draws out clear.
“Never was nobler salvage made!
Never a smarter sea-deed done!”
Never a smarter sea-deed done!”
“Best of all fights I love,” she said:
“This fight of the Endymion.”
“This fight of the Endymion.”
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