Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1827-03-10

till he had almost faniilisrsed himself with their
direst pers, and many time and oft had grappled
with the foe, fell an untimely martyr to his voca
lion. Bold and en,erpri,ing. he needed not the
danger of the seas. and to to himself and off
spring a happy competence was the object for
which he laboufed--'twas all he wished hoped
for. lie knew not aught of danger, and though the
ghnngs flashed and the thunders roared, he fed
not from duty, but smiling at their wrath, fearlessly
pursued his way across the mighty deep. lie too
iell and now with his associates in misfortune
slumbers beneath the oceans wave, whilst widow's
tears tell how truly she laments her loss whilst,
her innocent and pratllins offspring lisp the name
OF that ather they no more shall behold, and whose
kind caresses shall never more fill their little bo-
SONS with delight.
The loss Of the Esther, is one of painful interest
the contemplation Of her Fate, and that ofihose who
with her were erased from the catalogue Of exist
ence, awakes the sympslhies Of the feeling heart,
and calls forth the keenest feelings of anguish and
regret No kind friend, closed their eyes in death
but despair-strcken and frantic, they sank into
the oceans wide abyss aud the rude winds OF
heaven toed their funeral knell.
In rejecting on this subject, the celebrated poem
by Dimond entitled the Sailor. Boy, recurred to our
recollection. and we here copy H. as peculiarly ap-
proprste to the catas, ophe of the Esther and her
companions.
In the sIuuhers Of mijnioht .he sailor how Law.
His hammock swung loose at the sport o the wind;
Whilst watch-worn and weary, his cares flew away,
And visions Of happiness danced o'er his mind
He dream'd of his home and his dear native bowers,
And pleasures that waited on lte's merry morn,
Whilst memry stood side him, half cover'd with fow-
ers,
And restored every rose, but secreted the thorn
Then fancy her magical pinions spread wide,
And bade the young dreamer IN extacy rise
Whilst far far behind him the green waters glide,
And tho cot Of his fore fathers visits his eyes.
The jessamne chambers in flower oer the thach,
The swallow sings sweet from her nest in the wall,
All trembling with transport he raises the latch,
And the voices OF loy'd ones reply'd toh call
A father bends o'er him with looks Of delight,
His cheek impearled with mother's warm tear,
And the lips OF the boy IN a loye-kIss unite,
With the lips oiihe maid whom his bosom holds dear.
The heart Of the dreamer beat high in his breast,
Joy quckens his pulses, all hardships seem DER,
And a murmur of happiness steals through his rest,
"Oh God thou hast blessed me, ask for no more!"
But whence is that light which bursts his eye
And whence that sound that bursts on his ears
'Tis the ghnng's red glare shng hell from the sky,
IT'S the crashing of thunders. the groans the spheres
Ho springs from his hammoch, he flies to the deck,
Amazement conrpnts him with images dire
Wild winds aud mad waves drive The vessel wreck
The mass hy in spin;ers, the seas on fire
Like mountains the pillows tremendously swell,
In vain the lost wretch calls mcrcv g. -.<e,
Unseen hands of spirits ringus ms kneN,
And the death angel flaps his broad wings tho wave
Oh sailor boy woe to thy dream of delight,
In darkness dissolves the ga, web-work OF bliss!
Where now is thy picture that fame. touched bright,
Thy parents fond pressure and loves honied kiss
Oh sailorboy sailor boy, never again
Shall home love or tinjred thy wishes repay,
But unwept and unhonoured down deep in the main,
Full many score fathoms thy bones shall decay.
No tomb shall e'er plead to remembrance of thee
Or redeem form fame from the mero CHESS SURGE
But the white foam Of shall thy winding sheet be-
And winds IN the midnigh, of winter. thy dlrge.
DAYS, months, years and ages shall circle away
And still the vast waters above thee shall roll,
Earth loses thy pattern forever and aye,
Oh sailor-boy, sailor-boy, peace to thy soul /!
The fate of the Esther. will be long remembered
by those who suffered in their hearts best interests
by her shpwreck, aud though those who sank with
her beneath the bosom Of the deep, can no more he
restored to their friends society, and ,hongh the
recollection of their untmely demise, may call
forth the tear Of pity from the eye of the mourner
they will be partially consoed with the remem-
brance, that the 4" "sea.boy.' slumber on the bosom
of their Maker and their God.