Then sudden from the crowded wall arose a raptured

cheer,

"Hurrah! hurrah! the boom is passed, the ships are drawing near!"

And well nigh maddened with that fierce excess of joy and pride,

The eager shouting citizens thronged to the water-side.

And soon the laden vessel lay along beside the quay; Men's eyes were wet with tears of joy that welcome sight to see,

As to the sound of clashing bells, and shout, and cannon

roar,

The brave deliverers stood at length upon the echoing

shore.

"Now where is he who led the way, who steered his gallant

ship

First through the fire, with dauntless heart and ready eye

and lip?

Where is he? let us touch his hand!" the eager towns

men cry,

But with sad eyes and voices low the sailors make reply.

All honour to his memory! God's peace be with his soul!

O never be his name forgot though ages onward roll!
He gave his life for others' sake, he nobly fought and fell,
Say, can we prize the memory of such a deed too well?

So long as bright eyes brighter glow around our island fires,

When song and story call to mind the vict'ries of our

sires,

Be the proud memory ever dear to every English boy,
Of Londonderry's grand defence, and the feat of the
Mountjoy!

BEETON'S BOY'S MAGAZINE.

By permission of Messrs. Ward, Lock, and Tyler.

RUSSELL'S TRIUMPH.

THURSDAY in the morn, the nineteenth of May,
Recorded be for ever the famous Ninety-two,

Brave Russell did discern, by break of day,
The lofty sails of France advancing too.

"All hands aloft !" they cry, "let English courage shine, Let fly a culverine, the signal of the line;

Let every man supply his gun,

Follow me,

You shall see

That the battle it will soon be won."

Tournville on the main triumphant roll'd

To meet the gallant Russell in combat o'er the deep;

He led his noble troops of heroes bold

To sink the English admiral and his fleet,

Now every gallant mind to victory does aspire :
The bloody fight's begun-the sea is all on fire;
And mighty Fate stood looking on,
Whilst the flood,

All with blood,

Fill'd the scuppers of the Royal Sun.

Sulphur, smoke, and fire, disturbing the air,

With thunder and wonder, affright the Gallic shore; Their regulated bands stood trembling near,

To see their lofty streamers now no more.
At six o'clock, the Red, the smiling victors led,
To give the second blow-the total overthrow.
Now Death and Horror equal reign;
Now they cry,

Run or die

British colours ride the vanquish'd main.

See, they fly amazed o'er rocks and sands!
One danger they grasp to shun a greater fate:
In vain they cried for aid to weeping lands,

The nymphs and sea-gods mourn their lost estate. For evermore adieu, thou dazzling Royal Sun! From thy untimely end thy master's fate's begun ; Enough, thou mighty God of War !

Now we sing,

Bless the King!

Let us drink to every English Tar.

ANON.

ADMIRAL HOSIER'S GHOST.*

As near Porto-Bello lying

On the gently swelling flood,

At midnight with streamers flying
Our triumphant navy rode;
There while Vernon sate all-glorious
From the Spaniard's late defeat,
And his crews with shouts victorious,
Drank success to England's fleet:

On a sudden shrilly sounding,

Hideous yells and shrieks were heard;
Then, each heart with fear confounding,

A sad troop of ghosts appeared,

He

* Admiral Hosier's Ghost was a party song, written by Glover, the Author of Leonidas, on the taking of Porto Bello trom the Spaniards by Admiral Vernon, Nov. 22, 1739. The case of Hosier, which is here so pathetically represented, was briefly this. In April 1726, he was sent with a strong fleet to the Spanish West Indies, to block up the galleons in the ports of that country, or if they presumed to come out, to seize and carry them into England. accordingly arrived at the Bastimentos, near Porto Bello; but being employed rather to overawe than to attack the Spaniards, with whom it was probably not to our interest to go to war, he continued long inactive on that station, to his own great regret. He was afterwards removed to Carthagena, and remained cruizing in those seas, till the greater part of his men perished, probably by the diseases of that unhealthy climate. This brave man seeing his best officers and men thus daily swept away, his ships exposed to inevitable destruction, and himself made the sport of the enemy, is said to have died of a broken heart.

All in dreary hammocks shrouded,
Which for winding sheets they wore,
And with looks by sorrow clouded
Frowning on that hostile shore.

On them gleam'd the moon's wan lustre,
When the shade of Hosier brave
His pale bands were seen to muster
Rising from their watery grave.
O'er the glimmering wave he hied him,
Where the Burford * reared her sail,
With three thousand ghosts beside him,
And in groans did Vernon hail.

"Heed, oh heed our fatal story;
I am Hosier's injur'd ghost,
You who now have purchas'd glory
At this place where I was lost!
Though in Porto-Bello's ruin

You now triumph free from fears,
When you think on our undoing,
You will mix your joy with tears.

"See these mournful spectres sweeping Ghastly o'er this hated wave,

Whose wan cheeks are stain'd with weeping;

These were English captains brave.

Mark those numbers pale and horrid,
Those were once my sailors bold:

* Admiral Vernon's Ship.