The Travels and Adventures of David C. Bunnell: During Twenty-three Years of a Seafaring Life, Containing an Account of the Battle of Lake Erie ...

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J. H. Bortles, 1831 - Lake Erie, Battle of, 1813 - 199 pages

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Page 94 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Page 113 - silence" was not given — we stood in awful impatience — not a word was spoken — not a sound heard, except now and then an order to trim a sail, and the boatswain's shrill whistle.
Page 73 - William shall to his dear return. Love turns aside the balls that round me fly. Lest precious tears should fall from Susan's eye. " The boatswain gave the dreadful word; The sails their swelling bosom spread. No longer must she stay aboard. They kissed, she sighed, he hung his head. Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land; 'Adieu,' she cried, and waved her lily hand.
Page 146 - ... September, the assault took place. To witness it, the King, Madame de Maintenon, all the ladies of the Court, and a number of gentlemen, stationed themselves upon an old rampart, from which the plain and all the disposition of the troops could be seen. I was in the half circle very close to the King. It was the most beautiful sight that can be imagined, to see all that army, and the prodigious number of spectators on horse and foot, and that game of attack and defense so cleverly conducted.
Page 110 - The sun rose in all his glory — but before it set, many a brave tar on both sides was doomed to a watery grave, and many a jovial soul who had "led the merry dance on the light fantastic toe," th* evening previous, never danced again — unles* indeed we have our frolics after death.
Page 115 - I only thought to say to myself, " poor souls !" The deck was in a shocking predicament. Death had been very busy. It was one continued gore of blood and carnage — the dead and dying were strewed in every direction over it — for it was impossible to take the wounded below as fast as they fell.
Page 121 - as a packet," being finally caught in a gale, blown the whole length of Lake Erie and driven ashore upon the beach about a quarter of a mile below Buffalo Creek. He landed safely, remaining in Buffalo until Perry and Barclay arrived and were given a public dinner, on which occasion, he says, "I man>aged a field piece and fired for the toasts.
Page 123 - I .eommunicated my suspicions to the rest of the crew, and they only laughed at me. They said " the English have no vessels on this lake, and what have we to fear?
Page 124 - I entered little York this time with far different feelings from what I did two years previous — then I marched in victorious to the tune of Yankee Doodle, but now I was a prisoner of
Page 107 - Trent, a singularly brave patriot, who deserves the notice of every well-wisher of his country. His only fault was, that he was incautiously brave — he knew no fear, and feared no danger.

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