Which knowledge vexes him a space;

But while Reproof around him rings, He turns a keen untroubled face

Home, to the instant need of things.

Enslaved, illogical, elate,

He greets th' embarrassed Gods, nor fears To shake the iron hand of Fate

Or match with Destiny for beers.

Lo, imperturbable he rules,

Unkempt, disreputable, vastAnd, in the teeth of all the schools, I-I shall save him at the last!

THE "MARY GLOSTER"

I'VE paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim

Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to listen to him!

Good for a fortnight, am I? The doctor told you? He lied.

I shall go under by morning, and Put that nurse outside.

'Never seen death yet, Dickie? Well, now is your time to learn,

And you'll wish you held my record before it comes to your turn.

Not counting the Line and the Foundry, the yards and the village, too,

I've made myself and a million; but I'm damned if I made you.

Master at two-and-twenty, and married at twentythree

Ten thousand men on the pay-roll, and forty freighters at sea!

Fifty years between 'em, and every year of it fight, And now I'm Sir Anthony Gloster, dying, a baronite:

For I lunched with his Royal 'Ighness-what was it the papers a-had?

"Not least of our merchant-princes." Dickie, that's me, your dad!

I didn't begin with askings. I took my job and I stuck;

And I took the chances they wouldn't, an' now

they're calling it luck.

Lord, what boats I've handled-rotten and leaky and old!

Ran 'em, or opened the bilge-cock, precisely as I was told.

Grub that 'ud bind you crazy, and crews that 'ud turn you grey,

And a big fat lump of insurance to cover the risk on

the way.

The others they dursn't do it; they said they valued their life

(They've served me since as skippers). I went, and I took my wife.

Over the world I drove 'em, married at twenty-three, And your mother saving the money and making a

man of me.

I was content to be master, but she said there was better behind;

She took the chances I wouldn't, and I followed your mother blind.

She egged me to borrow the money, an' she helped

me to clear the loan,

When we bought half shares in a cheap 'un and

hoisted a flag of our own.

Patching and coaling on credit, and living the Lord knew how,

We started the Red Ox freighters-we've eight-andthirty now.

And those were the days of clippers, and the freights were clipper-freights,

And we knew we were making our fortune, but she died in Macassar Straits

By the Little Paternosters, as you come to the Union. Bank

And we dropped her in fourteen fathom; I pricked it off where she sank.

Owners we were, full owners, and the boat was

christened for her,

And she died in the Mary Gloster. My heart, how young we were!

So I went on a spree round Java and well-nigh ran

her ashore,

But your

mother came and warned me and I wouldn't liquor no more:

Strict I stuck to my business, afraid to stop or I'd think, Saving the money (she warned me), and letting the other men drink.

And I met M'Cullough in London (I'd turned five 'undred then),

And 'tween us we started the Foundry-three forges and twenty men:

Cheap repairs for the cheap 'uns. It paid, and the

business grew,

For I bought me a steam-lathe patent, and that was a gold mine too.

Cheaper to build 'em than buy 'em," I said, but
M'Cullough he shied,

And we wasted a year in talking before we moved to the Clyde.

And the Lines were all beginning, and we all of us started fair,

Building our engines like houses and staying the

boilers square.

But M'Cullough 'e wanted cabins with marble and
maple and all,

And Brussels an' Utrecht velvet, and baths and a
Social Hall,

And pipes for closets all over, and cutting the frames too light,

But M'Cullough he died in the Sixties, and Well, I'm dying to-night. . . .

I knew I knew what was coming, when we bid on

the Byfleet's keel

They piddled and piffled with iron: I'd given my orders for steel!

Steel and the first expansions. It paid, I tell you, it paid, When we came with our nine-knot freighters and

collared the long-run trade!

And they asked me how I did it, and I gave 'em the Scripture text,

"You keep your light so shining a little in front o' the next!"

They copied all they could follow, but they couldn't copy my mind,

And I left 'em sweating and stealing a year and a

half behind.