THE feudal keep, the bastions of Cohorn, Even when they rose to cheek or to repel Tides of aggressive war, oft served as well Greedy ambition, armed to treat with scorn Just limits ; but yon Tower, whose smiles adorn This perilous bay, stands clear of all offence; Blest work it is of love and innocence, A Tower of refuge built for the else forlorn.

Spare it, ye waves, and lift the mariner, Struggling for life, into its saving arms! Spare, too, the human helpers! Do they stir 'Mid your fierce shock Uke men afraid to die ? No; their dread service nerves the heart it warms, And they are led by noble Hillary.* WORDSWORTH.

* The Tower of Refuge, an ornament to Douglas Bay, was erected chiefly through the humanity and zeal of Sir William Hillary, Bart.; and he also was the promoter of the Life-boat Establishment of that place; by which, under his superintendence, and often by his exeitions at the imminent hazard of his own lite, many seamen and passengers have been saved.