But no mortal power shall now That crew and vessel save ; They are shrouded, as they go, In a Hurricane of snow, And the track beneath her prow There are spirits of the deep, Or 'mid thunder-clouds that keep High the eddying mists are whirl'd, O'er Swilly's rocks they soar, The dreadful 'hest is past; All is silent as the grave; One shriek was first and last, Scarce a death-sob drank the blast, As sank her towering mast 'Neath the wave. "BRITANNIA RULES THE WAVES!" VIEW OF A BRIDGE OVER THE BA-FING, OR BLACK RIVER. NOTHING can be conceived more romantic than the situation of the ever-to-be-lamented Mungo Park, when, on the night of the FIRST OF MAY, 1796, he found himself, in the company of naked savages, on the banks of that branch of the Senegal which bears the name of the Ba-Fing, or Black River. Above the benighted wanderer shone the brilliant stars of an African sky, "glowing like living sapphires;" around him stood, in their majesty, the everlasting hills. Surely, in that hour, he must have felt, that "The estate of man would be indeed forlorn, If false conclusions of the reasoning power Made the eye blind, or closed the passages Surely amid those grand solitudes of nature S. S. VOL. III. "His soul, the hidden Being of his Life, A temple framing of dimensions vast, Of human anthems, choral song, or burst Did never break the stillness that prevails F |