84.
[16] _A Missionary Voyage to the Southern Pacific_, p.

360.
[17] _United Service Journal_.
[18] The Phoceans, on account of the sterility of their country, were in the habit of practising piracy, which, according to Justin, was held to be an honourable profession.
[19] These laws are contained in an ancient authentic book, called 'The Black Book of the Admiralty,' in which all things therein comprehended are engrossed on vellum, in an ancient character; which hath been from time to time kept in the registry of the High Court of Admiralty, for the use of the Judges.

When Mr.Luders made enquiry at the office in Doctors' Commons, in 1808, he was informed by the proper officers there, that they had never seen such book, and knew nothing of it, nor where to find it.

The fact is, the book in question was put into Lord Thurlow's hands when Attorney-General, and never returned.

There is a copy of it in the Admiralty.
[20] Morrison mentions, in his _Journal_, a plan to this effect, contrived by Heywood, Stewart, and himself, but observes, 'it was a foolish attempt, as, had we met with bad weather, our crazy boat would certainly have made us a coffin.' [21] The following shows how much her fond mind was fixed on her unfortunate brother:-- _On the Arrival of my dearly-beloved Brother, Peter Heywood, in England, written while a Prisoner, and waiting the Event of his Trial on board his Majesty's Ship 'Hector.'_ Come, gentle Muse, I woo thee once again, Nor woo thee now in melancholy strain; Assist my verse in cheerful mood to flow, Nor let this tender bosom Anguish know; Fill all my soul with notes of Love and Joy, No more let Grief each anxious thought employ: With Rapture now alone this heart shall burn, And Joy, my Lycidas, for thy return! Return'd with every charm, accomplish'd youth, Adorn'd with Virtue, Innocence, and Truth; Wrapp'd in thy conscious merit still remain, Till I behold thy lovely form again.
Protect him, Heav'n, from dangers and alarms, And oh! restore him to a sister's arms; Support his fortitude in that dread hour When he must brave Suspicion's cruel pow'r; Grant him to plead with Eloquence divine, In ev'ry word let Truth and Honour shine; Through each sweet accent let Persuasion flow, With manly Firmness let his bosom glow, Till strong Conviction, in each face exprest, Grants a reward by Honour's self confest.
Let thy Omnipotence preserve him still, And all his future days with Pleasure fill; And oh! kind Heav'n, though now in chains he be, Restore him soon to Friendship, Love, and me.
_August 5th, 1792, Isle of Man_.