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A land breeze shook the shrouds.
And she was overset ;

Down went the Royal George,
With all her crew complete.

Toll for the brave !

Brave Kempenfelt is gone ;
His last sea-fight is fought;
His work of glory done.

It was not in the battle ;
No tempest gave the shock ;
She sprang no fatal leak ;
She ran upon no rock ;

His sword was in his sheath ;
His fingers held the pen,
When Kempenfelt went down,
With twice four hundred men.

Weigh the vessel up,

Once dreaded by our foes !
And mingle with our cup

The tear that England owes. »

Her timbers yet are sound,
And she may float again,

Full-charged with England’s thunder,

And plough the distant main.!

1 This hope was never realized. The vessel remained in
the spot where it had sunk for more than 50 years; but in
the course of the last few years, Colonel Pasley, a celebrated
engineer, succeeded, by means of the
ing several of the guns and other
asunder, with charges of gunpowder,
which still held firmly together.

diving-bell, in recover-
stores, and in bursting
the timbers of the huik,