Every drunken skipper trusts to Providence. But one of the ways of Providence with drunken skippers is to run them on the rocks.

Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell-- Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave,-- Then some leap'd overboard with fearful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave.

Some hoisted out the boats, and there was one That begged Pedrillo for an absolution Who told him to be damn'd,--in his confusion.

Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.

Here and there they are seen swimming in the vast flood. [Lat., Apparent rari nantes in gurgite vasto.]

O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel (Who had no doubt some noble creature in her) Dashed all to pieces! O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished!