Thirty Years from Home; Or A Voice from the Main Deck: Being the Experience of Samuel Leech, who was for Six Years in the British and American Navies; was Captured in the British Frigate Macedonian; Afterwards Entered the American Navy, and was Taken in the United States Brig Syren, by the British Ship Medway
Tappan & Dennet, 1843 - Adventure and adventurers - 305 pages
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Page 239 - ALAS ! and did my Saviour bleed ? And did my Sovereign die ? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I...
Page 127 - I have the honour to acquaint you, for the information of my Lords Commissioners of the Admiralty, that at 5 o'clock PM on the 6th of August last, in latitude 24° 44
Page 104 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath; His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. Weigh...
Page 105 - Weigh the vessel up, Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes. Her timbers yet are sound, And she may float again, Full charged with England's thunder, And plough the distant main. But Kempenfelt is gone ; His victories are o'er ; And he and his eight hundred Shall plough the wave no more.
Page 104 - Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Page 120 - ... below to the surgeon. The cries of the wounded now rang through all parts of the ship. These were carried to the cockpit as fast as they fell, while those more fortunate men, who were killed outright, were immediately thrown overboard. As I was stationed but a short distance from the main hatchway, I could catch a glance at all who were carried below. A glance was all I could indulge in, for the boys belonging to the guns next to mine were wounded in the early part of the action, and I had to...
Page 31 - Hearts of oak are our ships, jolly tars are our men ; We always are ready : steady boys, steady ! To fight and to conquer again and again.
Page 121 - ... could catch a glance at all who were carried below. A glance was all I could indulge in, for the boys belonging to the guns next to mine were wounded in the early part of the action, and I had to spring with all my might to keep three or four guns supplied •with cartridges. I saw two of these lads fall nearly together. One of them was struck in the leg by a large shot ; he had to suffer amputation above the wound. The other had a grape or canister shot sent through his ankle.
Page 128 - ... prudent, though a painful extremity> to surrender His Majesty's ship; nor was this dreadful alternative resorted to till every hope of success was removed, even beyond the reach of chance ; nor till, I trust their Lordships will be aware, every effort had been made against the enemy by myself...
Page 137 - We eat together, drank together, joked, sung, laughed, told yarns ; in short, a perfect union of ideas, feelings, and purposes, seemed to exist among all hands. A corresponding state of unanimity existed, I was told, among the officers. Commodore Decatur showed himself to be a gentleman as well as a hero in his treatment of the officers of the Macedonian. When Captain Garden offered his sword to the commodore, remarking, as he did so,