Naval Poem. [4] 280 p. [25] leaves of col. plates; 25-26 cm (8vo). Full blue calf in coarse-grained morocco with floral devices in corners and twin gilt rule to boards, spine comprised of six separate compartments, gilt raised bands, lettered in the second compartment, floral emblem in all others, gilt top edge, marbled endpapers, MS inscription to a prelim: "Eugene. V.R Thayer. Xmas 1919, From Ruth S. Thayer." inner gilt dentelles, minor foxing and offsetting internally, however, a sound, good copy otherwise. Coloured plates in order: 1. Frontispiece. "But when he heard the magic word..." 2. Title page. When Bowspirit heard me first impart...." 3. Kept the gay Captain right ahead and steer'd him safely to bed. 4. "In sulky dudgeon the two tars...." 5. "Lock'd in a room, securely barr'd, to taste their valours sad reward....." 6. "The haughty commandant now came, with whisker'd cheeks and lengthen'd chin...." 7. Poor Mizen tho no melting lubber, spite of himself, began to blubber...." 8. "Now sweeter tasks await eah tar; Mercy usurps the seat of war....." 9. In chaise and four now gaily seated; by giddy crowds most loudly greeted....." 10. But callous to the sordid crew, reckless of prayer and menace too...." 11. The maiden listen'd, blushed and look'd, as she would have the words rebuke'd...." 12. "At length they reach'd the palace where enthroned and guarded with much care....." 13. "The frightened slaves, the haram danes, scar'd by the progress of the flames...." 14. "The chief had perish'd but a tar, pushing the gaping moors afar...." 15. ".......she was alone, And seated on a rugged stone...." 16. And vainly now the Arabs pour'd, along the beach and promptly scour'd....." 17. Two of the dark assassins fell, and died with horrifying yell...." 18. There sat nd more terrific sprite, ne'er rode upon the wing of Night..... 19. And now his confidence all flew, to hope he bade a last adieu...." 20. His eye shot forth a witheing look, which e'en the harpy scarce could brook.... 21. His brow relax'd its gloomy frown, as, without pouise, the kind unknown....." 22. Then sudden starting from his stare, he cry'd where is my daughter -- where?..." 23. The tar just paus'd as if to trace, the features of his time worn face.... 24. He seem'd as one by fortune crost, in battle half his limbs were lost.... 25. The two old men their bumpers quaff'd, and over ancient stories laugh'd....