  Poor Henry Sin from quite a child, I fear, was always rather wild; But all his faults were due To something free and unrestrained, That partly pleased and partly pained The people whom he knew. Untaught (for what our times require), Lazy, and something of a liar, He had a foolish way Of always swearing (more or less); And, lastly, let us say A little slovenly in dress, A trifle prone to drunkenness; A gambler also to excess, And never known to pay. As for his clubs in London, he Was pilled at ten, expelled from three. A man Bohemian as could be— But really vicious? Oh, no! When these are mentioned, all is said. And then—Commander Sin is dead: De Mortuis cui bono? Illustration: Sin and our traveller playing cards and gambling. Of course, the Public know I mean To publish in the winter. I mention the intention in Connection with Commander Sin; The book is with the Printer. And here, among the proofs, I find The very thing I had in mind— The portrait upon page thirteen. Illustration: Portrait of Sin in a slightly tattered military dress uniform. Pray pause awhile, and mark The wiry limbs, the vigorous mien, The tangled hair and dark; The glance imperative and hot, That takes a world by storm: All these are in the plate, but what You chiefly should observe is The—Did you say his uniform Betrayed a foreign service? Of course, it does! He was not born In little England! No! Beyond the Cape, beyond the Horn, Beyond Fernando Po, In some far Isle he saw the light That burns the torrid zone, But where it lay was never quite Indubitably known. Himself inclined to Martinique, His friends to Farralone. But why of this discussion speak? The Globe was all his own! Oh! surely upon such a birth No petty flag unfurled! He was a citizen of earth, A subject of the world! As for the uniform he bore, He won it in the recent war Between Peru and Ecuador, And thoroughly he earned it. Alone of all who at the time Were serving sentences for crime, Sin, during his incarceration Had studied works on navigation; And when the people learned it, They promptly let him out of jail, But on condition he should sail. Illustration: Prisoner Sin with ball and chain speaking with three military gentlemen. It marked an epoch, and you may Recall the action in A place called Quaxipotle bay? Yes, both the navies ran away; And yet, if Ecuador can say That on the whole she won the day, The fact is due to Sin. Illustration: Two men in rain gear at the wheel of a ship. The Fleet was hardly ten weeks out, When somebody descried The enemy. Sin gave a shout, The Helmsmen put the ship about; For, upon either side, Tactics demanded a retreat. Due west retired the foreign fleet, But Sin he steered due east; He muttered, “They shall never meet.” And when, towards the close of day, The foemen were at least Fifteen or twenty miles away, He called his cabin-steward aft, The boldest of his men; He grasped them by the hand; he laughed A fearless laugh, and then, “Heaven help the right! Full steam a-head, Fighting for fighting’s sake,” he said. Illustration: Sailors firing a cannon. Due west the foe—due east he steered. Ah, me! the very stokers cheered, And faces black with coal And fuzzy with a five days’ beard Popped up, and yelled, and disappeared Each in its little hole. Long after they were out of sight, Long after dark, throughout the night, Throughout the following day, He went on fighting all the time! Not war, perhaps, but how sublime! Illustration: Sin in military uniform greeting a fellow officer boarding a ship. Just as he would have stepped ashore, The President of Ecuador Came on his quarter deck; Embraced him twenty times or more, And gave him stripes and things galore, Crosses and medals by the score, And handed him a cheque,— And then a little speech he read. “Of twenty years, your sentence said, “That you should serve—another week “(Alas! it shames me as I speak) “Was owing when you quitted. “In recognition of your nerve, “It gives me pleasure to observe “The time you still had got to serve “Is totally remitted. Illustration: Portrait of five men in military uniforms. |
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