John W. Gould's Private Journal of a Voyage from New York to Rio de Janeiro: Together with a Brief Sketch of His Life, and His Occasional Writings

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1838 - Seafaring life - 207 pages
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Page 11 - FATHER ! whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace. Let this petition rise : — 2 " Give me a calm, a thankful heart From every murmur free ; The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee. 3 " Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend ; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end.
Page 11 - Guarded by him I lay me down My sweet repose to take ; For I through him securely sleep, Through him in safety wake.
Page 2 - September of that year (1831), being then not quite seventeen, he made a public profession of his faith in Christ by uniting himself to the Episcopal Church in Litchfield, then under the pastoral charge of the Rev.
Page 182 - Certainly I do, Mr. Tompkins," replied St. John, " he shall not take all our cargo, and the ship into the bargain, without fighting for it, I promise you. Why, our cargo alone is worth fifty thousand pounds sterling ! Jonathan shall not make his fortune this time if I can prevent him." " But sir," continued Tompkins, anxiously, " consider the lady passengers. I beg you, sir, to surrender to the American, and perhaps he will treat us well, while, if you fight him, he will be enraged, and " " Kill...
Page 60 - ... will cry out in a voice not his own, unlike anything one could have anticipated from him, and this has sometimes a very terrible effect. Lyamshin gave vent to a scream more animal than human. Squeezing Virginsky from behind more and more tightly and convulsively, he went on shrieking without a pause, his mouth wide open and his eyes starting out of his head, keeping up a continual patter with his feet, as though he were beating a drum. Virginsky was so scared that he too screamed out like a madman,...
Page 182 - Now, my lads," said St. John, quietly addressing his crew, " send up our ensign at the peak, and stand by to shorten sail." Continuing his course for a moment, that the privateer might distinctly see his colours, he then put down his helm, hauled close upon the wind, and stood towards her, justly considering it folly to attempt farther escape while every shot raked him fore and aft. That he might go into action in true man-of-war fashion, St. John next ordered to take in the royals, fore and mizzen...
Page 192 - That's just my course, my lord," continued Benson demurely ; " and I'll keep under your lordship's lee." " I'll be dd if you shall, sir," broke in Captain Stanley, whose patience was fast vanishing before the gibes of the Yankee. " Don't know how you'll prevent me, sir," replied Benson very composedly, shutting his starboard eye and squinting horribly with the other. " Quietly, gentlemen, quietly," said the Dane, gravely; "just step into my cabin and take dinner with me, we'll talk this matter over....
Page 192 - L , and bitterly complained of the interference of a noutral power with his chase of a privateer ; and having warmed with his subject, he categorically demanded the name of the vessel and her commander, who had dared to heave-to an English man-ofwar ; and wound up with the declaration, that unless he was allowed instantly to open his fire upon the American, he would report the Dane to the lords of the admiralty, and through them to the king of Denmark. " All this is very good, sir...
Page 189 - Majesty, God bless him ; or will you flog both the sloop and the frigate ?" "Spin that yarn to marines, my fine fellow," replied Benson, quietly, as he removed the glass from his eye. " There's nothing English about that craft, if I can read oakum." " I'll bet you a dinner of stewed cat harpen-legs and a tuckout of grog on that, brother Jonathan,
Page 11 - God, art my defence; On thee my hopes rely: Thou art my glory, and shall yet Lift up my head on high. 2 Since whensoe'er, in my distress, To God I made my prayer, He heard me from his holy hill; Why should I now despair?

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