of,
    Where the air is heavy with groans;
  And the bottom o’ th’ sea, the wisest say,
    Is covered with dead men’s bones. 
  I’ll tell thee what:  there’s many a ship
    In the wild North Ocean frore,
  That has lain in the ice a thousand years,
    And will lie a thousand more;
  And the men—­each one is frozen there
    In the place where he did stand;
  The oar he pull’d, the rope he threw,
    Is frozen in his hand. 
  The sun shines there, but it warms them not;
    Their bodies are wintry cold: 
  They are wrapp’d in ice that grows and grows,
    Solid, and white, and old! 
  And there’s many a haunted desert rock,
    Where seldom ship doth go—­
  Where unburied men, with fleshless limbs,
    Are moving to and fro: 
  They people the cliffs, they people the caves,—­
    A ghastly company!—­
  never sail’d there in a ship myself,
    But I know that such there be. 
  And oh! the hot and horrid track
    Of the Ocean of the Line! 
  There are millions of the negro men
    Under that burning brine. 
  The ocean sea doth moan and moan,
    Like an uneasy sprite;
  And the waves are white with a fiendish fire
    That burneth all the night. 
  ’Tis a frightful thing to sail along,
    Though a pleasant wind may blow,
  When we think what a host of misery
    Lies down in the sea below! 
  Didst ever hear of a little boat,
    And in her there were three;
  They had nothing to eat, and nothing to drink,
    Adrift on the desert sea. 
  For seven days they bore their pain;
    Then two men on the other
  Did fix their longing, hungry eyes,—­
    And that one was their brother! 
  And him they killed, and ate, and drank—­
    Oh me! ’twas a horrid thing! 
  For the dead should lie in a churchyard green,
    Where the pleasant flowers do spring. 
  And think’st thou but for mortal sin
    Such frightful things would be? 
  In the land of the New Jerusalem
    There will be no more sea!’”

MR. WILTON.  “Well done!  George; very nicely repeated indeed:  you are a most promising member of our little society; and we will drink your health in some of Grandy’s elder-wine to-night at supper, and not forget the honors to be added thereto.  Now, is it determined how we are to proceed; whether we take the seas of Asia, or enter on the broad waves of the various oceans which wash many of the shores of Europe?”

CHARLES.  “The seas first, sir.  I have the list of those for consideration belonging to this most interesting division of the globe:  the Caspian, between Turkey, Persia, and Tartary; the Whang-hai, or Yellow Sea, in China; the Sea of Japan; the Sea of Ochotsh or Lama; the Chinese Sea; the Bay of Bengal; the Persian Gulf; and the Arabian Gulf or Red Sea:  these are the largest; but there are numbers of small seas, some of them so entirely inland that they should more properly be called lakes; of these, the largest is the Sea of Aral.  The bays and gulfs around Asia are so numerous that you would be tired of hearing their names.  North, are the Bays of Carskoe and Obskaia:  south, Tonquin, Siam, Cambay, and Cutch; east, Macao and Petchelee; west, Balkan, Kindelnisk, and Krasnai Vodi; the latter in the Caspian.”