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'1‘ R I U M P H

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DEDICATORY SONNET,

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To give the pole the produce of the sun,

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 TO THE READER.

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THESE pages not being intended for the public
eye, any preliminary remarks may not apparently be
required ; as however they may, even in their limit—
ed extent of circulation, fall into the hands of some
who may either be surprized at their not having
been printed earlier, or at their being printed at all,
the Author wishes them to be accompanied by a brief
explanation.

A few days before the Launch of the ORWELL,
the writer was applied to for some stanzas comme—
morative of that event; no leisure interval offered
till so short a time prior to the verses being wanted
for the press, as to admit of few hours being em-
ployed about them : other competitors had then
entered the field, and the project was abandoned.
The M. S. however, having been shewn to a few
friends, who wished for copies of it, the Author was
desirous to gratify them, and it is now printed in
consequence.

The Dedicatory Sonnet was composed, and in-
tended to be prefixed, as a compliment, of course ;
but doubtful 110w far it implies one, and unwilling
that the compliance of his fair friend should cost
her too dear, by making her alone bear the respon—
sibility of imputed, and perhaps miSplaced patrom

 

 

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age, the Author has added some. stanzas,
may give others an opportunity of sharing her disr—

grace, or partaking her honours.

It only remains to add, that if the smallest grati—
fication be derived by any from 1the perusal of these
verses, they are indebted for it solely to the libera-
lity of the Printers ; who, on the first statement of
the Author’s wishes, very handsomely undertook to
print a, small impression gratuitiously.

 

DEDICA TORY SONNEQ‘Z

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80 swiftly, silently, have stolen along
The steps of Time, that years have passer} : my;
Since I was wont on Orwellis hanks to sh .51.;
And find a home amid her busy thrt .
How shall I then, my lovely friend, among;
Her Fair, discover one to whom. I may
Inscribe this tribute to her festive (it-3,.
Unless to Thee I dedicate the Song P
Then, be it thine l—thy love of Poesy,
Influence of local ties,——have made it so ;
And if another reason I must Show.
I have a foolish one, yet dear to me'7
For the initials to these lines prefix‘d,
With Memory’s brightest, darkest dreams are
mix’d.

 

  

PREFATORY

STANZAS;

DAUGHTERS of Orwell ! you to whom
The stream I sing hath long been known ;
Who prize its banks when Spring’s gay bloom

In lavish loveliness is shown ,—
Or Summer’s radiance rests upon

Its breast, with bright and dazzling beam ;
Dr Autumn’s tints, of tenderer tone,

Along its borders richly gleam 2——

By whom but you should Orwell’s praise
Be welcom’d with indulgent ear 9

From whom should minstrel, who essays
To tell its triumphs, hope to hear

Those plaudits, to the Poet dear,
But You ?—then while the strain I wake,

With favouring smiles vouchsafe to hear,
Not for my own, but Orwell’s sake.

So may you, many a future Spring,
Behold its beauteous banks supplied

With renovated charms, which bring
Admiring strangers to its side.

01‘ when the Summer’s fervid pride
Invites you on its waves to sail ;

Be it yours to skim its flowing tide
With sky serene, and gentle gale.

 

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Ur if mild Autumn’s mellow eve
Should lure you on its banks to stray,
Just when the sun is taking leave,
And sheds aslant his softest my
"011 groves, and gardens, late so gay,
Where varying tints still richly shine,
And pensive gleams of brightness play,
Attendant on the day’s decline ;—

Then in that calm and peaceful hour,
May you with chasten’d feelings bless
The dear delight, the silent power.
Of Nature’s fading loveliness :
And gazing, gratefully Confess
In voiceless extasy, how dear,
Far dearer than the gay can, guess,
The parting glories of the year.

Nor think such feelings will expire

When wintry storms obscure the sky 5
No : oft beside the social fire

Shall Memory bringivthem to your eye ;
And lonelier hours glide swiftly by,

Beguil’d by those which sped before them.
Fancy shall make you feel them nigh,

And Hope shall whisper, “ I’ll restore them."

TRIUMPH
OFTHE

ORWELL.

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NO'W Orwell spread thy sparkling waves

In triumph to the sun ;
And, where old ocean hoarsely raves,
Proolaim the wreath thou’st won.

Thine is no puny, limpid stream,
Where boats alone may glide;
Or fairies, by the moonlight beam,

In tiny skills may ride.

And yet, between the crowded spot
Where Gipping joins with thee,
And Ocean; scenes not soon forgot,

Are scatter’d lavishly.

For many an exquisite recess
Thy wooded banks display;

Some lovely in their loneliness,
And some as bright and gay.

 

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But these are not my present theme;
For Fancy turns her eye,
To times far distant; when thy stream,
Bore armed galliesby.

When at Henry waged unnatural war ;
And Edward’s faithless Queen
Forgot the loyalty she swore ;
Thou show’dst another scene.

Then, mingled with thy sable barksfi
Of strange and uncouth Name ;

’Mid shady groves, and princely parks,
Sail’d prince, and princely dame.

Not as Eliza I stemm’d thy tide,
In peaceful pomp alone ;,

But bearing up in martial pride
And breathing warlike tone.

Then on thy peaceful banks were heard

The trump and clarion shrill ;
And strife’s discordant echoes stirr’d
Thy scenes so sweetly still.

Enough of these—from them we turn
To one, who on thy tide,

Perchancein boyish days might learn
His buoyant boat to guide.

And shame it were, if in a lay
To praise of thee. devoted,

His name, so famous in its day, .
Should pass the bard unnoted.

Candish '. ll thou enterprizing tar,
Could verse of mine dispel

The clouds which veil’d thy setting star,
Its triumphs ll would tell.

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Though little of thy life be known,
And of its end still less ;
Both touch a melancholy tone
Of pensive tenderness !

And he who wakes a votive strain
To Orwell’s lovely stream,

May be excused if he would fain
Combine thee with his theme.

Who knows how often in the hour ;
The brightest life can lend,

When boyhood’s dreams, by magic power,
With manhood’s business blend ;

Who knows how oft by Orwell’s side
Were felt the early force

0f enterprizing hopes ; the guide
0f thy uncertain course .F

And though thy comet—like career
Was marked by ruthless spoil;

At least it knew not coward fear,
Nor turn’d aside from toil.

Brilliant and brief thy course; its end
To mortal eye unknown 3
Conjecture vainly would pretend
To make thy history shown.

‘Whether in harbour for remote
Thy bark a home might gain ;

0r fate its fragments doom’d to float
In ruin o’er the main :

Whate’cr the fate of that ; or thee :
No stone records thy name ;

Let ocean thy mausoleum be !
Thy epitaph ; thy fame '!

 

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Peace to the wandering seaman l-— Furn
From him, and Orwell s flood,
To where her children, brave and stern;
Their fearless trade pursued. §

Where ’gainst the monarch of the deep,
They once were wont to urge

Their desperate warfare 3 and to steep
With blood the foamy surge.

Where, amid polar ice and snow,
They hrav’d the' dangerous strife

And, by the oft repeated hlow,
Bereav‘d the whale ol life.

What hootsxto paint the dreadful scene .9
The giant’s awful size -,

The fearful, silent pause between
His sinking and his rise :

Between the moment when, with ire,
He dives below the main ;

And when, arisingfto respire,
He feels the dart again.

0 ! different far the ocean—king ,
Alive, and roused to rage; ' .

From that unwieldy, putrid thingy; r
Which pleas’d our latter age.

Which decomposing by degrees,
Sweet Orwell, on thy shore,
Impregnated each passing. hreeze
With stench unknown before.

Yet, such the universal wish
To see a sight so rare; _ F
That thousands ilock’d to View the fiso,
In spite of poison’d air-

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E’en female: nicety stood by,
Though reeking perfumes rose ;’
“’isely resolv’d to please the eye
At peril of the nose.

Yet deem not that the Bard would dare
To write of dames with spleen 5

He only hints what dames can bear,»
T 0 see! and to be seen .’

And new, fair Orwell ! of the past
No more : I have but time,

A hasty glance o’er all to cast;
The present claims my rhyme.

And well thy present honours might
A loftier Bard provoke

To hymn thy praise 5 and with delight.
A loftier Rinse invoke.

But since ’tis better badly thlEC.
Than not perform’d at all ;

The wreath which thou hast lately “on,
I’ll sing, whate’er befall.

Bayley l whatever honours league.
Whatever glories shine,

Combin’d in Barnard, or in Tea “glib '. 4* :7
They still must yield to this-e.

Nay, e’en our last year’s whale half,
Though monstrous was its tam-3 ;
Is fairly laid up on the shelf,
And grants ohlivion’s claim.

For Thou, by Orwell’sside has; :‘nis’d
_A wonder, larger still ;

By staring passengers heprais‘d.
And frmn’d withwomlrnus «kill.

 

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Who for dead whales would carea fig,»
, And rather not be glad,
To look on something much more big,
Which stinks not half so had.

Well ;~——setting joking all apart,
Allow me to present

A tribute to thy powerful art,
If poor, at least well meant.

And let us hope that ’“ empty praise”
May not alone accrue

From this vast feat ; but may it raise
Thee, “ solid pudding” too.

Thanks to thy prowess, Orwell, now
With Thames and Mersey vies ;

And neighbouring Shires are forc’d to boat: .‘

To Suffolk enterprise.

And doubt not, when our gallant burl;
Shall sail on seas afar,

In favouring breeze, in tempest dark,
Whate’er her guiding star,

Prosp’rous, or adverse g—for her weal
Shall wishes oft ascend ;

And for her sake shall many feel
The interest of a friend.

Now, Orwell l stream so long helov’d ;
Though now but seldom seen 3

By whose lone hanks I oft have rov‘d,
Beneath the wild—wood green ;

Orwell l are yet I bid adieu,
One wish for thee I’ll frame,

As fond, as tender and as true,
As stream from Bard can claim.

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Peace to thy waters ! prosp'rous gales
To every bark of thine;
lthiCh way soe’er it waft their sails
0 be that breeze benign !

Fresh be the foliage of thy woods,

, And flourishing each bough ;

May health glow in thy briny floods
To those who stem them now.

Green be thy lawns, thy parks, thy meads
As now, to memory’s eye,

The picture on which fancy feeds
Of brightest, softest dye.

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And may thy Sons renown’d for arts,
And manly virtues be ;

Thy Daughters blest with happy hearts,
And lovely still as thee l '

 

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“ Henry, the son ol’ Henry Il who was crowned in hi:
iather‘s life. time, when he conspired against his Father,
landed here with Soldiers from Flanders ; and takingr
Hugh Bigod with him, mart-lied from hence to Norwich.
Here too, i tbel, wife of King Edward II, landed from
France, when she drove her Husband into \Vales,”
Kirby’s Sull‘oll; Traveller.

+ “ Ipswich 0113" were certain huge vessels, which
were formerly employed in the coal-trade. here. They
were of large tonnage, and of immense bull-c.

I: From “ Queen Elizabeth’s l'roiresses, edited by
John Nichols, we learn that Queen Elizabeth, honoured
Ipswich several times with her presence. That she sailed
down the Orwell may be inferred from the following entry
in Mr. Bacon's Manuscript Annals of Ipswich——

Tcwsday, 17 July

Peramhnlacion liberty by water with the Queen.

“ There shall be two vessels or botes decently furnished,
to attend upon the Queen’s Majestic soe farm as the
Liberty doe extend."

3: Thomas Cavendish, or Candish, of Trimly, was the
second Englishman that circumnavigated the glohe. The
success of his first expedition, whi 'h be accomplished in
two years and fifty days, (for an account of which ride
Uackluyt‘s collection of voyages) induced him to set: sail
on a second in August lSQl—lt was as disastrous as his
first had been successful ; and the uncertainty in which
its ultimate result is involved, adds to its melancholy
interest.

5} lpswicb formerly employed vessels in the \Vhaitu
Fishery : the large building; at Nova Scotia, in which the
business of cutting up the Whale, and extracting the oil
was carried on, is still remaining.

** On Tuesday, Nov. 5th, 1816, was found ofl‘ the
litany of the tough, near Harwieh, a dead female Whale,
whit-h on Thursday was towed up the Orwell as high as
Dunham Reach. lts length was from (£8 to 70 feet, and
the diameter of its body about 18—Almost the whole
population of Ipswich, Men, \Vomen and Children, as
well as great numbers from the vicinity, flocked to see this
immense native of the Ocean. The Author begs pardon
for alluding to the only unpleasant cieunistance attendant
on this exhibition; but he was informed by one on the
spot, that the countcnanecs of some of the more delicate
among the female spectators, led him to doubt, whether
the gratification of their optics, or the annoyance of their
allaz-tories, was predominant

"r'r'r Barnard, and Te ue'were both eminent Ship-
htlilders at this Port. '

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