The Brave Calliopians.
Who flouts our " mechanical age," and with pessimist babble declares That machinery mo titers our manhood, and dulls down tho spirit that dareß? Let him turn t> the tale of Samoa, tho story of stout Captain Kane, And that fight with the storm of the Engines he trusted—nor trusted in vain. A now subject ft.r fong, and a strange one, the languid lutc-thrummoiß may sneer ; Fancy peeking a bard's inspiration in Engino, and Boiler, and Gear ! Fancy Pinder be-praising a Pi-ton, Catullus bechauting a Crank! Well, why not a brittle chip's "pcrcw," sir, a= well as a bitt'.e-steed's shank ? He who lhymed of the 'Good News from Gbetvfc.' ke who sa.ng ' The. Black Wariigal Horae,' M-'ght thrill English hearts with the tale of the gallant Calliope's course In tho teeth of that terrible gale, when the best that the brave and the bold Could do were of littls avail should those Engines perchance fail to hold ! But the Engines wrre b'g, Reunie's best, firm to stand tho fierce shock and the strain Of the thundering Typhoon's assaults, and he knew it, that stout Captain Kane; A'ld just as a wel'-mouuted lidcr will set his good steed at a leap, Which a man on a cripple must shirk, whence a man on a cocktail will creep, So Kane set his ship in the fac of the storm, slipped his cables, and stood For the broad open sea he Might reach—yes, if KennWri great Engines provid good. And now was the tirro for such test as the measured-mile trials knew not, Such strain as will find the least Haw, and such pressure as proves tho weak spot. Bad now if a draughtsman has bungled, bad now if a workman has scamped! Picture nov that swart First Engineer, as they circled, and thudded, and champed, Those shafts, and those rods, and those wheels, which he knows to a nut and a tooth. If those Titan arm "throws" aro forged fair, if those slides lun wi;h smoothness and truth, Who knows? They may ride out the gale, though the Canton and Nijwic ashore Lie wrecked on a reef, and the Trenton scirce faces tho hurricane's rear. " Huzzi!"' That's a cheer from the Trenton; brave hearts have those Yankees who hail The Calliope's plucky attempt, from the midst of a peril to paie Tho cheeks of Columbus himself. Hail Columbia ! the sound of that cheer Will follow us, gallant four hundred, this many and many a year. The loud-throbbing engines toil on through tho fieice billow-scourging wild blast. And—hurrah ! thanks to Kane and to Itcnnie, they're out of the sea-gate at last; The reef's in their rear, and sore pressed by the gale, but to battle it free, With machinery firm and unflawed, the Calliope stands out to sea. If a jookey has joy in his mount, if a sailor exults iu his yacht, If OmoncZc gets kudos all round, and the Volunteer's held a big pot, Pray why should not Captain and Maker be proud of such Engines as these ? So in drinking Kane's jolly good health, Punch will drink Rennio's too, if you please. —'Punch,'
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The Brave Calliopians., Evening Star, Issue 7946, 29 June 1889, Supplement
The Brave Calliopians. Evening Star, Issue 7946, 29 June 1889, Supplement
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