ning of our king,
Thus we ever dance and sing;
Where's the nation lives so free,
And so merrily as we!

III.

Be it peace, or be it war,
Here at liberty we are:
Hang all Harmenbecks, {58c} we cry,
We the Cuffin Queres {58d} defy.

IV.

We enjoy our ease and rest,
To the field we are not press'd;
And when taxes are increased,
We are not a penny sess'd.

V.

Nor will any go to law
With a Maunder {58e} for a straw;
All which happiness, he brags,
Is only owing to his rags.

Though Mr. Carew was now privileged by the dignity of his office from
going out on any cruise, and was provided with every thing necessary, by
joint contributions of the community, yet he did not give himself up to
the slow poison of the mind, indolence, which, though its operations are
imperceptible, is more hurtful and fatal than any of the quicker
passions; for we often see great virtues break through the cloud of other
vices, but indolence is a standing corrupted pool, which always remains
in the same state, unfit for every purpose. Our hero, therefore,
notwithstanding the particular privilege of his office, was as active in
his stratagems as ever, and ready to encounter any difficulties which
seemed to promise success, of which the following is an instance.

Happening to be in the parish of Fleet, near Portland Race, in
Dorsetshire, he happened to hear in the evening of a ship in imminent
danger of being cast away, she having been driven on some shoals. Early
in the morning, before it was well light, he pulled off his clothes,
which he flung into a deep pit, and then unseen by any one swam to the
vessel, which now parted asunder; he found only one of the crew alive,
who was hanging by his hands on the side of the vessel, the rest being
either washed overboard, or drowned in attempting to swim to the shore.
Never was there a more piteous object than this poor wretch hanging
between life and death; Mr. Carew immediately offered him his assistance
to get him to shore, at the same time inquiring the name of the vessel,
and her master, what cargo on board, whence she came, and whither bound.

The poor wretch replied, she belonged to Bristol, captain Griffin,
master, came from Hamburg, was bound to Bristol with a cargo of Hamburg
goods, and had seven men and a boy on board; at the same time our hero
was pressing him to let go his hold, and commit himself to his care