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NO . I .- —THE VOYAGE .
I HAt > my hammock slung in the steerage among the Mids . I made sundry efforts to obtain one of the little cabins , but from the number of persons , both necessary officers and supernumerary gentlemen , who had been beforehand with me , I found it impracticable . The captain ' s brother was in the same predi-< &ment . Finding he took it greatly to heart , I advised him to offer a pecuniary acknowledgment to one of the warrant officers fot a share of his berth ( that is , for the use of it during the day ; norip sleep there ) in the steerage , where the berths were quite as raf ^ e as those in the gun-room . He did so , and was presently instiled in the gunner ' s berth very comfortably , for one so little uit * & ( o " rough it " either by sea or land . I made similar overtures to the boa ' so n , and was refused . The reason he gave I >| liough £ ji good one : he said " he did not know what to make of me . " , ^ The remaining warrant officer , the carpenter , I could not apply toi on account of u rather ridiculous circumstance which I
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Oh ! think not that the Muse ' s child No heartfelt anguish knows , Because his plaint , tho' deep and wild ; In measured accents flows .
Think not his warmly-gushing tear From fabled sources springs ; The living fount of grief is near , And murmurs while he sings . 'Tis not amidst the turbid roll Of passion ' s whelming tide That words escape the prostrate soul ; But , when its waves subside .
Deep wells of bitterness remain Within the sufferer ' breast , And then it pours its anguish'd strain That will not be represt . Oh ! never has the trembling Lyre To passion ' s lay been strung , Save when the heart that ^ waked its fire Had felt the woes it sung ! C . P .
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606 Mexican Sketches *
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MEXICAN SKETCHES .
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THE TRUTH OF SONG .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Oct. 2, 1836, page 608, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2662/page/20/
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