Chapter 62 CHAPTER XXX.

OLD FRIENDS.

"What though when storms our bark assail,

The needle trembling veers,

When night adds horror to the gale,

And not a star appears?

True to the pole as I to thee,

It faithful still will prove––

An emblem dear of constancy,

And of a sailor's love."

The barge left the side of the frigate, a broad blue pennant wit