Being an account of their Adventures in the Strange places of the Earth, after the foundering of the good ship Glen Carrig through striking upon a hidden rock in the unknown seas to the Southward. As told by John Winterstraw, Gent., to his son James Winterstraw, in the year 1757, and by him committed very properly and legibly to manuscript.



Madre Mia

People may say thou art no longer young   And yet, to me, thy youth was yesterday,     A yesterday that seems     Still mingled with my dreams. Ah! how the years have o'er thee flung   Their soft mantilla, grey.

And e'en to them thou art not over old;   How could'st thou be! Thy hair     Hast scarcely lost its deep old glorious dark:     Thy face is scarcely lined. No mark Destroys its calm serenity. Like gold   Of evening light, when winds scarce stir,   The soul-light of thy face is pure as prayer.