778.
[31] Some few captains were in the habit of turning over a delinquent to be tried by their messmates, and when found guilty, it invariably happened that the punishment inflicted was doubly severe to what it would have been in the ordinary way.

This practice,--which, as giving a deliberative voice to the ship's company, was highly reprehensible,--it is to be hoped has entirely ceased.
[32] Information that the pardon was gone down to Portsmouth.
[33] She had received, previous to this, information of what the event would be, and thus gives vent to her feelings.
_On receiving certain Intelligence that my most amiable and beloved Brother, Peter Heywood, would soon be restored to Freedom_.
Oh, blissful hour!--oh moment of delight! Replete with happiness, with rapture bright! An age of pain is sure repaid by this, 'Tis joy too great--'tis ecstasy of bliss! Ye sweet sensations crowding on my soul, Which following each other swiftly roll,-- Ye dear ideas which unceasing press, And pain this bosom by your wild excess, Ah! kindly cease--for pity's sake subside, Nor thus o'erwhelm me with joy's rapid tide: My beating heart, oppress'd with woe and care, Has yet to learn such happiness to bear: From grief, distracting grief, thus high to soar, To know dull pain and misery no more, To hail each op'ning morn with new delight, To rest in peace and joy each happy night, To see my Lycidas from bondage free, Restored to life, to pleasure, and to me, To see him thus--adorn'd with virtue's charms, To give him to a longing mother's arms, To know him by surrounding friends caress'd, Of honour, fame, of life's best gifts possess'd, Oh, my full heart! 'tis joy--'tis bliss supreme, And though 'tis real--yet, how like a dream! Teach me then, Heav'n, to bear it as I ought, Inspire each rapt'rous, each transporting thought; Teach me to bend beneath Thy bounteous hand, With gratitude my willing heart expand: To Thy omnipotence I humbly bow, Afflicted once--but ah! how happy now! Restored in peace, submissive to Thy will, Oh! bless his days to come--protect him still; Prolong his life, Thy goodness to adore, And oh! let sorrow's shafts ne'er wound him more.
NESSY HEYWOOD.

_London, October 15th, 1792, Midnight_.
[34] Mr.Graham's daughter.
[35] Several elegiac stanzas were written on the death of this accomplished young lady.

The following are dated from her native place, the Isle of Man, where her virtues and accomplishments could best be appreciated.
How soon, sweet maid! how like a fleeting dream The winning graces, all thy virtues seem! How soon arrested in thy early bloom Has fate decreed thee to the joyless tomb! Nor beauty, genius, nor the Muse's care, Nor aught could move the tyrant Death to spare: Ah! could their power revoke the stern decree, The fatal shaft had past, unfelt by thee! But vain thy wit, thy sentiment refined, Thy charms external, and accomplish'd mind; Thy artless smiles, that seized the willing heart, Thy converse, that could pure delight impart; The melting music of thy skilful tongue, While judgement listen'd, ravish'd with thy song: Not all the gifts that art and nature gave, Could save thee, lovely Nessy! from the grave.
Too early lost! from friendship's bosom torn, Oh might I tune _thy_ lyre, and sweetly mourn In strains like thine, when beauteous Margaret's[A] fate Oppress'd thy friendly heart with sorrow's weight; Then should my numbers flow, and laurels bloom In endless spring around fair Nessy's tomb.
[A] Alluding to some elegant lines, by the deceased, on the death of a female friend.
[36] The following appears to have been written by Mr.P.Heywood on the day that the sentence of condemnation was passed on him.
-- --Silence then The whispers of complaint,--low in the dust Dissatisfaction's daemon's growl unheard.
All--all is good, all excellent below; Pain is a blessing--sorrow leads to joy-- Joy, permanent and solid! ev'ry ill, Grim death itself, in all its horrors clad, Is man's supremest privilege! it frees The soul from prison, from foul sin, from woe, And gives it back to glory, rest, and God! Cheerly, my friends,--oh, cheerly! look not thus With Pity's melting softness!--that alone Can shake my fortitude---all is not lost.
Lo! I have gain'd on this important day A victory consummate o'er myself, And o'er this life a victory,--on this day.
My birthday to eternity, I've gain'd Dismission from a world, where for a while, Like you, like all, a pilgrim, passing poor, A traveller, a stranger, I have met Still stranger treatment, rude and harsh! I so much The dearer, more desired, the home I seek, Eternal of my Father, and my God! Then pious Resignation, meek-ey'd pow'r, Sustain me still! Composure still be mine.
Where rests it?
Oh, mysterious Providence I Silence the wild idea .-- I have found No mercy yet--no mild humanity, With cruel, unrelenting rigour torn, And lost in prison--lost to all below! And the following appears to have been written on the day of the king's pardon being received.
-- Oh deem it not Presumptuous, that my soul grateful thus rates The present high deliv'rance it hath found;-- Sole effort of Thy wisdom, sov'reign Pow'r, Without whose knowledge, not a sparrow fells! Oh I may I cease to live, ere cease to bless That interposing hand, which turn'd aside-- Nay, to my life and preservation turn'd,-- The fatal blow precipitate, ordain'd To level all my little hopes in dust, And give me--to the grave.
[37] With which the Editor, at his request, was favoured at the time.
[38] The only authority that then existed for laying down this island was that of Captain Carteret, who first saw it in 1767.

'It is so high,' he says, 'that we saw it at the distance of more than fifteen leagues, and it having been discovered by a young gentleman, son to Major Pitcairn of the marines, who was unfortunately lost in the _Aurora_, we called it _Pitcairn's Island_.' He makes it in lat.