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READER, carry back your imagination three hundred years, and look at Plymouth as it was then. It is a bright day, and there is more than usual bustle about the-shall I say wharf? there were no docks in those times. They are about to launch a ship; see! they loose the ropes ;
another moment, and she is launched upon the waters, never to return to dry land again, though soon, may be, to sink and be forgotten. She is the property of a few Plymouth men, who have long burned to explore the lately-discovered South America ; the tales of whose wonders were more like exaggerated dreams than anything else, yet the sceptic would have been as much laughed at then as the believer now. There was a good deal of difficulty in building the “Enterprise”; and the Enterprizers
-for so we will name her owners—at one time almost gave her up in despair; but the broad heaving deep that lay invitingly before them, as it fanned them with its buoyant breeze, soon rekindled within them the flame of their dying hopes; and, in greater beauty than ever, rose to their imagination the cherished outline of the bark that was to carry them and their fellowtownsmen to the golden mountains of the West.
So they persevered, and as they laboured, one by one difficulties yielded, till at length the good ship was built; and there she lies, seaworthy enough, but short of hands: and unless the Enterprizers can get their fellow-townsmen to sail with them, knit together in one common interest, their labour will be fruitless. Will their fellow-townsmen help them or not ļ Schoolfellows,—You must have penetrated our meaning by this time. Come back to the nineteenth century again, and to King's School, Sherborne, and
answer us, Will you join in our enterprise, or not? Will you support the SHIRBURNIAN? We have not begun this publication under the idea that we are any cleverer than our peers : on the contrary, we are quite certain that, unless you take it up, it is
, next to impossible to continue it, but we have begun because we thought a favourable opportunity was afforded us for giving to the School an outlet for its wit, and also an easy means of printing all its News, both as regards those of us who are here and those who have left—as to the latter, one of our Oxford friends has promised to send us in all Boating and Cricket news in which any of our fellows may have played a conspicuous part, and there are others of us up there who will send us in their contributions.) We are glad to be able to state that we have Mr. Harper's full approval of our design, without which we should have let the matter fall to the ground. When we first broached the subject to him—we confess not without misgivings—he listened to and entered into our plans with as much ardour as if he had been one of ourselves. However, to return to the subject, we once more ask you to support this publication. The SHIRBURNIAN
out monthly, there will be plenty of time, at any rate, to give a good many of you the chance of contributing to each number. Moreover, in the Cricket season the Captains of the different elevens could send us in accounts of their Matches (the Captain of the games has kindly promised to send us in accounts of the first Eleven Matches, Athletic Sports, and Football Games). We now feel we have said enough, if not too much, by way of preface, and conclude with the question, “ Will you write?" which we hope will be satisfactorily answered in the affirmative, before our next number, by showers of contributions,
THE SHIR BURNIAN.
It was a sick man's chamber, and there lay,
Yet he lay very quiet, ebbing out
life An earnest, humble seeker after truth I who have sat and heard the sages tell Of life and death and God's unerring willBut that my frame were weak, would suffer this ? And then he closed his eyes, as if to sleep, And each man knew within his inner soul That death was hard
him. As they gazed On that tall, wasted figure stretched before them, They seemed to look on Athens. So their souls Were kindled, and they spake in gloomy words Of all his valiant deeds by land and sea ; And they bethought them of the eloquent tongue Which then was mute before them, how he loved The people dearly, yet would never stoop To flatter them for favour, but stood forth With words of manly chiding, how his honour