Chapter X

Very beautifully is the picture continued of the ship's passage, and he appeals to it for safely conducting

"Thy dark freight, a vanish'd life."

The placid scene, which he had imagined as attending the vessel, harmonizes with the home-bred fancy, that it is sweeter

"To rest beneath the clover sod,
That takes the sunshine and the rains;"

that is, to be buried in the open churchyard;

"Or where the kneeling hamlet drains
The chalice of the grapes of God."[12]

that is, in the chancel of the church, near the altar rails; than if, together with the ship, "the roaring wells" of the sea

"Should gulf him fathom deep in brine;
And hands so often clasp'd in mine,
Should toss with tangle[13] and with shells."