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# Royal Naval Biography/Peat, David

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DAVID PEAT, Esq. [Commander.]
Was born near Kirkaldy, in Scotland, June 21 st, 1795; and entered the navy under the patronage of the present Admiral Sir Philip C. H. Durham, as midshipman on board the Archer gun-brig, in 1810. After bearing a part in an ​affair with some Danish gun-boats, he joined the Mosquito sloop, stationed off Flushing, in which vessel he was repeatedly engaged with the enemy’s batteries. He subsequently served in the Dunira, Ajax, and Ganymede, (the latter ship commanded by Captain William M‘Culloch,) and was the first officer ever sent on the service now known by the name of the coast blockade. Whilst thus employed, he had several desperate encounters with the Deal smugglers, and received as many letters of approbation from the Admiralty and his various superiors. In consequence thereof, he was made a lieutenant on the 24th Nov. 1817.
In the summer of the following year, Mr. Peat again joined Captain M‘Culloch, then commanding the Severn 50, and was stationed by him at Dungeness, where, amongst other affairs with illicit traders, in which lives were lost, he was once attacked singly, in open day, by three desperadoes, against whom he successfully defended himself, killing one on the spot, and, although possessed of no other weapon than his regulation sword, compelling the others to scamper.
An attack of ague having compelled Lieutenant Peat to leave the Dungeness station, he was next employed at Folkstone, in the neighbourhood of which place he on one occasion received two pistol balls through his thigh. On the morning of the 9th June 1821, being then on the cliffs to the eastward, with only three men, he was attacked by a numerous gang of lawless ruffians, no less than sixty of whom were armed. In this extremely unequal conflict he received two musket balls, six pistol balls, and ten slugs; one of his small party, a quarter-master, was shot through in five places, and fell dead at his side; the two other men were also brought to the ground, one having received a ball in the groin, and one being shot in the knee. For his conduct and sufferings, Lieutenant Peat was immediately promoted to the rank of commander; and, in the following year, granted a pension.
# Royal Naval Biography/Pedlar, George

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GEORGE PEDLAR, Esq. [Commander.]
Was presented with the Turkish gold medal, for his services during the celebrated Egyptian campaign. He obtained the rank of lieutenant in Jan. 1802; and distinguished himself on various occasions while serving as first of the Dragon 74, Captain Robert Barrie, on the North American station. His commission as commander bears date Oct. 12th, 1814.
# Royal Naval Biography/Pearson, Alexander Stevenson

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ALEXANDER STEVENSON PEARSON, Esq. [Commander.]
Obtained his first commission in Dec. 1814; served as flag-lieutenant to Rear-Admiral Plampin, during the period of that officer’s command at St. Helena (1817 and following years); and was promoted to his present rank on the 3d Oct. 1820.
# Royal Naval Biography/Pearson, Charles

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CHARLES PEARSON, Esq. [Commander.]
Was made a lieutenant on the 8th of Nov. 1808 ; and served as second of the Phoebe frigate. Captain James Hillyar, at the capture of the United States’ ship Essex, March 28th, 1814. On this occasion, his gallant captain wrote to the Admiralty as follows:
“I have to lament the death of four of my brave companions, and with real sorrow I add, that my first lieutenant, William Ingram, is among the number; he fell early, and is a great loss to His Majesty’s service. * * * Our lists of wounded are small, and there is only one for whom I am under any anxiety. * * * * I feel it a pleasant duty to recommend to their lordships’ notice my now senior lieutenant, Pearson.”
This officer is now employed in the coastguard service, to which he was appointed on the 6th July, 1830. He married, Jan. 3d, 1826, Maria, daughter of the late J. Sayers, of North Yarmouth, Esq.
# Royal Naval Biography/Pearson, Robert

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ROBERT PEARSON, Esq. [Commander.]
Obtained his first commission in 1781; the rank of commander Dec. 6th, 1796; and the out-pension of Greenwich Hospital, in Sept. 1806. He died at Bath, about Mar. 1827, after a lingering illness of more than two years.
# Royal Naval Biography/Pechell, Samuel George

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SAMUEL GEORGE PECHELL, Esq. [Post-Captain of 1810.]
Second son of the late Augustus Pechell, Esq. Receiver-General of the Customs, by Sarah, third daughter and co-heiress of Thomas Drake, D.D. rector of Amersham, co. Bucks.
This officer was made a Lieutenant, Feb. 6, 1806; Commander, April 25, 1809; and Post-Captain, April 30, 1810. He married, Jan. 15, 1817, Caroline, daughter of William Thoyles, of Southampstead-House, co. Berks, Esq. by whom he has issue.
Agent.– Isaac Clementson, Esq.
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/Cormac Mac Culennain Sang This

​CORMAC MAC CULENNAIN SANG THIS
Shall I launch my dusky little coracle On the broad-bosomed glorious ocean? Shall I go, O King of bright Heaven, Of my own will upon the brine?
Whether it be roomy or narrow, Whether it be served by crowds of hosts— O God, wilt Thou stand by me When it comes upon the angry sea?
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/Deirdre's Farewell to Scotland

​DEIRDRE'S FAREWELL TO SCOTLAND
A beloved land is yon land in the east, Alba with its marvels. I would not have come hither out of it, Had I not come with Noisi.
Beloved are Dun Fidga and Dun Finn, Beloved is the fortress above them, Beloved is the Isle of the Thorn-bush, And beloved is Dun Sweeny.
Caill Cuan! Unto which Ainnle would go, alas! Short we thought the time there, Noisi and I in the land of Alba.
Glen Lay! There I used to sleep under a shapely rock. Fish and venison and badger's fat, That was my portion in Glen Lay.
Glen Massan! Tall is its wild garlic, white are its stalks: We used to have a broken sleep On the grassy river-mouth of Massan.
Glen Etive! There I raised my first house. Delightful its house! when we rose in the morning A sunny cattle-fold was Glen Etive.
Glen Urchain! That was the straight, fair-ridged glen! Never was man of his age prouder Than Noisi in Glen Urchain.
Glen Da Ruadh! Hail to him who hath it as an heritage! Sweet is the cuckoo's voice on bending branch On the peak above Glen Da Ruadh.
Beloved is Draighen over a firm beach! Beloved its water in pure sand! I would never have left it, from the east, Had I not come with my beloved.
* ↑ i.e. Scotland.
* ↑ i.e. to Ireland.
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/From the Vision of Mac Conglinne

​FROM THE VISION OF MAC CONGLINNE
A vision that appeared to me, An apparition wonderful I tell to all: There was a coracle all of lard Within a port of New-milk Lake Upon the world's smooth sea.
We went into that man-of-war, 'Twas warrior-like to take the road O'er ocean's heaving waves. Our oar-strokes then we pulled Across the level of the main, Throwing the sea's harvest up Like honey, the sea-soil.
The fort we reached was beautiful, With works of custards thick, Beyond the lake. Fresh butter was the bridge in front, The rubble dyke was fair white wheat, Bacon the palisade.
Stately, pleasantly it sat, A compact house and strong. Then I went in: The door of it was hung beef, The threshold was dry bread, Cheese-curds the walls.
Smooth pillars of old cheese And sappy bacon props Alternate ranged; Stately beams of mellow cream, White posts of real curds Kept up the house.
Behind it was a well of wine, Beer and bragget in streams, Each full pool to the taste. Malt in smooth wavy sea Over a lard-spring's brink Flowed through the floor.
A lake of juicy pottage Under a cream of oozy lard Lay 'twixt it and the sea. Hedges of butter fenced it round, Under a crest of white-mantled lard Around the wall outside.
A row of fragrant apple-trees, An orchard in its pink-tipped bloom, Between it and the hill. A forest tall of real leeks, Of onions and of carrots, stood Behind the house.
Within, a household generous, A welcome of red, firm-fed men, Around the fire: Seven bead-strings and necklets seven Of cheeses and of bits of tripe Round each man's neck.
The Chief in cloak of beefy fat Beside his noble wife and fair I then beheld. Below the lofty caldron's spit Then the Dispenser I beheld, His fleshfork on his back.
Wheatlet son of Milklet, Son of juicy Bacon, Is mine own name.
Honeyed Butter-roll Is the man's name That bears my bag.
Haunch of Mutton Is my dog's name, Of lovely leaps. Lard, my wife, Sweetly smiles Across the brose.
Cheese-curds, my daughter, Goes round the spit, Fair is her fame. Corned Beef is my son, Who beams over a cloak, Enormous, of fat.
Savour of Savours Is the name of my wife's maid: Morning-early Across New-milk Lake she went.
Beef-lard, my steed, An excellent stallion That increases studs; A guard against toil Is the saddle of cheese Upon his back.
A large necklace of delicious cheese-curds Around his back; His halter and his traces all Of fresh butter.
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/Deirdre's Lament

​DEIRDRE'S LAMENT
And Deirdre dishevelled her hair and began kissing Noisi and drinking his blood, and the colour of embers came into her cheeks, and she uttered this lay.
Long is the day without Usnagh's Children; It was never mournful to be in their company. A king's sons, by whom exiles were rewarded, Three lions from the Hill of the Cave.
Three dragons of Dun Monidh, The three champions from the Red Branch: After them I shall not live— Three that used to break every onrush.
Three darlings of the women of Britain, Three hawks of Slieve Gullion, Sons of a king whom valour served, To whom soldiers would pay homage.
Three heroes who were not good at homage, Their fall is cause of sorrow— Three sons of Cathba's daughter, Three props of the battle-host of Coolney.
Three vigorous bears, Three lions out of Liss Una, Three lions who loved their praise, Three pet sons of Ulster.
That I should remain after Noisi Let no one in the world suppose! After Ardan and Ainnle My time would not be long.
Ulster's high-king, my first husband, I forsook for Noisi's love: Short my life after them, I will perform their funeral game.
After them I will not be alive— Three that would go into every conflict, Three who liked to endure hardships, Three heroes who never refused combat.
O man that diggest the tomb, And that puttest my darling from me, Make not the grave too narrow, I shall be beside the noble ones.
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/Eochaid's Lament

​EOCHAID ON THE DEATH OF KING AED MAC DOMNAILL UA NEILL
Aed of Ailech, beloved he was to me, Woe, O God, that he should have died! Seven years with Aed of Ath Í— One month with Mael na mBó would be longer!
Seven years I had with the King of Ross, Delightful was my time with the lord of Slemish, Though I were but one month with the king in the south, I know that it would weary me.
Many honours the king gave to me, To pleasure me he brought down stags: A herd of horses he gave to me in my day, The great son of the woman from Magh Ai.
Alas, O Comgall, master of harmonies, That the son of Domnaill should be food for worms! Alas that his face should be on the ground! Alas for noble Ailech without Aed!
From the day that great Aed was slain Few men on earth but are in want: Since he has died that was another Lugh, It were right to shed tears of blood.
Tara is deprived of her benefactor, A blight is upon his kindred, Torture is put upon the rays of the sun, Glorious Erin is without Aed.
Fair weather shines not on the mountain-side, Fine-clustering fruit is not enjoyed, The gloom of every night is dark Since earth was put over Aed.
Ye folk of great Armagh, With whom the son of the chief lies on his back, Cause of reproach will come of it That your grave is open before Aed.
In the battle of Craeb Tholcha in the north I left my fair companions behind! Alas for the fruit of the heavy bloodshed Which severed Eochaid and Aed!
* ↑ Who had fallen in the battle of Craeb Tholcha, a.d. 1004.
* ↑ King of South Leinster.
* ↑ A famous mythical hero.
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/Eve's Lament

​EVE'S LAMENT
I am Eve, great Adam's wife, 'Tis I that outraged Jesus of old; 'Tis I that robbed my children of Heaven, By rights 'tis I that should have gone upon the cross.
I had a kingly house to please me, Grievous the evil choice that disgraced me, Grievous the wicked advice that withered me! Alas! my hand is not pure.
'Tis I that plucked the apple, Which went across my gullet: So long as they endure in the light of day, So long women will not cease from folly.
There would be no ice in any place, There would be no glistening windy winter, There would be no hell, there would be no sorrow, There would be no fear, if it were not for me.
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/From the Triads of Ireland

​FROM THE TRIADS OF IRELAND
Three slender things that best support the world: the slender stream of milk from the cow's dug into the pail; the slender blade of green corn upon the ground; the slender thread over the hand of a skilled woman.
The three worst welcomes: a handicraft in the same house with the inmates; scalding water upon your feet; salt food without a drink.
Three rejoicings followed by sorrow: a wooer's, a thief's, a tale-bearer's.
Three rude ones of the world: a youngster mocking an old man; a robust person mocking an invalid; a wise man mocking a fool.
Three fair things that hide ugliness: good manners in the ill-favoured; skill in a serf; wisdom in the misshapen.
Three sparks that kindle love: a face, demeanour, speech.
Three glories of a gathering: a beautiful wife, a good horse, a swift hound.
Three fewnesses that are better than plenty: a fewness of fine words; a fewness of cows in grass; a fewness of friends around good ale.
Three ruins of a tribe: a lying chief, a false judge, a lustful priest.
Three laughing-stocks of the world: an angry man, a jealous man, a niggard.
Three signs of ill-breeding: a long visit, staring, constant questioning.
Three signs of a fop: the track of his comb in his hair; the track of his teeth in his food; the track of his stick behind him.
Three idiots of a bad guest-house: an old hag with a chronic cough; a brainless tartar of a girl; a hobgoblin of a gillie.
Three things that constitute a physician: a ​complete cure; leaving no blemish behind; a painless examination.
Three things betokening trouble: holding plough-land in common; performing feats together; alliance in marriage.
Three nurses of theft: a wood, a cloak, night.
Three false sisters: 'perhaps,' 'may be,' 'I dare say.'
Three timid brothers: 'hush!' 'stop!' 'listen!'
Three sounds of increase: the lowing of a cow in milk; the din of a smithy; the swish of a plough.
Three steadinesses of good womanhood: keeping a steady tongue; a steady chastity; a steady housewifery.
Three excellences of dress: elegance, comfort, lastingness.
Three candles that illume every darkness: truth, nature, knowledge.
Three keys that unlock thoughts: drunkenness, trustfulness, love.
Three youthful sisters: desire, beauty, generosity.
Three aged sisters: groaning, chastity, ugliness.
Three nurses of high spirits: pride, wooing, drunkenness.
Three coffers whose depth is not known: the coffers of a chieftain, of the Church, of a privileged poet.
Three things that ruin wisdom: ignorance, inaccurate knowledge, forgetfulness.
Three things that are best for a chief: justice, peace, an army.
Three things that are worst for a chief: sloth, treachery, evil counsel.
Three services, the worst that a man can serve: serving a bad woman, a bad lord, and bad land.
Three lawful handbreadths: a handbreadth ​between shoes and hose, between ear and hair, and between the fringe of the tunic and the knee.
Three angry sisters: blasphemy, strife, foul-mouthedness.
Three disrespectful sisters: importunity, frivolity, flightiness.
Three signs of a bad man: bitterness, hatred, cowardice.
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/Colum Cille's Greeting to Ireland

​COLUM CILLE'S GREETING TO IRELAND
Delightful to be on the Hill of Howth Before going over the white-haired sea: The dashing of the wave against its face, The bareness of its shores and of its border.
Delightful to be on the Hill of Howth After coming over the white-bosomed sea; To be rowing one's little coracle, Ochone! on the wild-waved shore.
Great is the speed of my coracle, And its stern turned upon Derry: Grievous is my errand over the main, Travelling to Alba of the beetling brows.
My foot in my tuneful coracle, My sad heart tearful: A man without guidance is weak, Blind are all the ignorant.
There is a grey eye That will look back upon Erin: It shall never see again The men of Erin nor her women.
I stretch my glance across the brine From the firm oaken planks: Many are the tears of my bright soft grey eye As I look back upon Erin.
My mind is upon Erin, Upon Loch Lene, upon Linny, Upon the land where Ulstermen are, Upon gentle Munster and upon Meath.
Many in the East are lanky chiels, Many diseases there and distempers, Many they with scanty dress, Many the hard and jealous hearts.
Plentiful in the West the fruit of the apple-tree, Many kings and princes; Plentiful are luxurious sloes, Plentiful oak-woods of noble mast.
Melodious her clerics, melodious her birds, Gentle her youths, wise her elders, Illustrious her men, famous to behold, Illustrious her women for fond espousal.
It is in the West sweet Brendan is, And Colum son of Criffan, And in the West fair Baithin shall be, And in the West shall be Adamnan.
Carry my greeting after that To Comgall of eternal life: Carry my greeting after that To the stately king of fair Navan.
Carry with thee, thou fair youth, My blessing and my benediction, One half upon Erin, sevenfold, And half upon Alba at the same time.
Carry my blessing with thee to the West, My heart is broken in my breast: Should sudden death overtake me, It is for my great love of the Gael.
Gael! Gael! beloved name! It gladdens the heart to invoke it: Beloved is Cummin of the beauteous hair, Beloved are Cainnech and Comgall.
Were all Alba mine From its centre to its border, I would rather have the site of a house In the middle of fair Derry.
It is for this I love Derry, For its smoothness, for its purity, And for its crowd of white angels From one end to another.
It is for this I love Derry, For its smoothness, for its purity; All full of angels Is every leaf on the oaks of Derry.
My Derry, my little oak-grove, My dwelling and my little cell, O living God that art in Heaven above, Woe to him who violates it!
Beloved are Durrow and Derry, Beloved is Raphoe with purity, Beloved Drumhome with its sweet acorns, Beloved are Swords and Kells!
Beloved also to my heart in the West Drumcliff on Culcinne's strand: To gaze upon fair Loch Foyle— The shape of its shores is delightful.
Delightful it is, The deep-red ocean where the sea-gulls cry, As I come from Derry afar, It is peaceful and it is delightful.
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/Colum Cille the Scribe

​COLUM CILLE THE SCRIBE
My hand is weary with writing, My sharp quill is not steady, My slender-beaked pen juts forth A black draught of shining dark-blue ink.
A stream of the wisdom of blessed God Springs from my fair-brown shapely hand: On the page it squirts its draught Of ink of the green-skinned holly.
My little dripping pen travels Across the plain of shining books, Without ceasing for the wealth of the great— Whence my hand is weary with writing.
# Royal Naval Biography/Wemyss, James

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JAMES WEMYSS, Esq. M.P. for Fifeshire. [Post-Captain of 1814.]
This officer is the eldest son of the late General Wemyss, of Wemyss, M.P. by a daughter of the first General Sir William Erskine, who served in America, and subsequently on the continent with H.R.H. the Duke of York. His cousin, we believe, is the present Duchess of Gordon.
Mr. Wemyss was born in 1789; and he entered the navy, as a midshipman on board the Unicorn frigate, Captain Charles ​Wemyss, in 1801. We afterwards find him serving in the Tonnant 80, and Culloden 74; the former ship commanded by Sir Edward Pellew, now Viscount Exmouth, and employed off Ferrol and Corunna; the latter bearing that officer’s flag, as commander-in-chief in India.
In 1807, Mr. Wemyss acted as lieutenant of the Victor sloop, Captain George Bell, and bore a part in one of the most sanguinary fights that ever took place on any vessel’s deck: the official account thereof will be found at p. 33 et seq. of Suppl. Part II. Some time after this severe conflict, he passed his examination, and was immediately appointed flag-lieutenant to Sir Edward Pellew, with whom he also served as such in the Christian VII. 80, and Caledonia 110, off the Scheldt and in the Mediterranean; on which latter station he was promoted to the command of the Pylades sloop, Feb. 1, 1812.
On the 5th Oct. 1813, Captain Wemyss assisted at the capture of 29 French vessels, lying in Port d’Anzo, chiefly laden with timber for the arsenal at Toulon. In April 1814, he received the public thanks of Sir Josias Rowley, for his “ready assistance” during the successful operations against Genoa.
Immediately after the reduction of that fortress. Captain Wemyss was appointed to command the Rainbow 26, which ship he paid off in the month of Dec. following. His post commission bears date July 1, 1814.
Captain Wemyss married, Aug. 8, 1826, Lady Emma Hay, sister to the Earl of Errol.
Agent.– T. Collier, Esq.
* ↑ See Vol. II. Part I. p. 423.
* ↑ See Id. p. 430.
# Royal Naval Biography/Weld, Daniel

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DANIEL WELD, Esq. [Commander.]
Was made a lieutenant on the 10th Sept. 1799; advanced to his present rank, “for long and active services,” May 27th, 1825; and appointed an inspecting commander in the Suffolk coast guard district, about June 1827.
# Royal Naval Biography/Wellesley, William

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HON. WILLIAM WELLESLEY. [Captain of 1829.]
Son of Lord Cowley, H.M. late ambassador at the court of Vienna, by Lady Charlotte, second daughter of Charles, first Earl of Cadogan. He was made a lieutenant into the Weazle sloop, Commander Richard Beaumont, on the Mediterranean station, Oct. 3d, 1825; appointed to the Cambrian frigate, Captain Gawen W. Hamilton, C.B., Jan. 13th, 1820; to act as commander of the Rose sloop, shortly after the battle of Navarin, at which he appears to have had a trifling share; promoted to the command of the Weazle, ​Jan. 2d, 1825; removed to the Wasp sloop, on the 13th May following; and advanced to the rank of captain, Feb. 17th, 1829.
# Royal Naval Biography/Wells, William

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WILLIAM WELLS, Esq. [Post-Captain of 1809.]
Son of the late Vice-Admiral Thomas Wells, by Miss Freemantle, sister to the late Sir Thomas Francis Freemantle, Bart., G.C.B.
This officer was born at Holme, Mar. 15, 1788; and he first embarked, in April 1800, as a midshipman on board the Glory 98, commanded by his father, and employed on Channel service. We afterwards find him serving under Sir Richard Bickerton and Captain (now Vice-Admiral) Donnelly, in the Swiftsure 74, Kent 80, Madras 54, and Narcissus 32, on the Mediterranean station. His promotion to the rank of Lieutenant took place July 17) 1805; and his appointments as such were to the Juno 32, Neptune 98, and la Modeste 30, from which latter ship he was appointed to act as Captain of the Terpsichore 32, in the East Indies, about June 1807. His commission as a Commander bears date Dec. 28, I8O7.
Captain Wells subsequently commanded the Duncan 38, Blanche 28, and Barracouta of 18 guns; the latter vessel principally employed in the China Seas and Eastern Archipelago. He returned to England in the Fox frigate, bringing home specie to the amount of half a million sterling, at the close of 1811. Post commission dated April 28, 1809.
Captain Wells married, Feb. 2, 1816, Lady Elizabeth Proby, youngest daughter of the Earl of Carysfort. He died at Holme Wood, Aug. 3, 1826.
* ↑ See note ‡ at p. 654 of Vol. II. Part II.
* ↑ The grandfather of Captain Wells was a Director of the Royal Hospital at Greenwich, upwards of thirty years. The family have been settled at Holme, in Huntingdonshire, from the earliest records of that parish.