Five figures in a row boat travel away from a barque. Three of the figures row and steer; one figure stands and looks into the distance; a final figure hunches over and grabs the arm of the standing figure. Four figures watch the row boat from aboard the illuminated barque. They are perched over an ornate railing. Lanterns and ropes appear alongside the barque. Full-page illustration contained within a single-ruled border.
Poem title and byline are displayed in ornate gothic typeface with decorative swirls. The lead S in "Sir" is an inhabited capital. A vague mammal hangs on the top of the S with its tail wrapped around the centre. Four fish and ripple-like swirls are enclosed within two ovals and appear behind the S. Behind the left 1/2 of the poem title there are waves, flying birds, and a sail boat. The right 1/2 of the poem title is superimposed over the top 1/4 of a latter figure. Full-page width and approximately 1/6 page height.

Sir Walter’s Honor.

O mother ! cast thy fears away,1
Fling sadness from thy brow ;2
My father’s ships, the sailors say,3
Are in the offing now.”4
Nay lad !— full oft before, to me5
Hath come the self-same tale ;6
A thousand times I’ve scanned the sea,7
And never seen his sail.”8
But hark, sweet mother !  In the street9
The folk make wild uproar :10
Haste ! let us be the first to greet11
His step upon the shore.”12
Ah, boy !— how dare my heart believe ?13
How dare I crave, good lack !14
While foes so plot, and friends deceive,15
To have thy father back ?16
They watch to seize and search his ship,17
And O ! mine eyes grow dim,18
And terror palsies heart and lip,19
—They lay their snares for him.20
My noble lord !— who weighed no pain,21
Nor toil, nor cost, I ween,22
Nor ruth of savage lands, to gain23
New kingdoms for his queen.24
Bermoothes’ rocks that gulfed his masts,25
And tempest-wrack and foam,26
Are kinder than the King who blasts27
The joy of coming home !”28
* A true incident in the life of Sir Walter Raleigh.
A seated woman holds a book and a cloth. Her dress billows over the sides of the chair. A man leans over her shoulder and holds a hat in his right hand. Beside them, a portrait of a man in an ornate picture frame sits upon a table. There is a piece of paper on the table and another folded paper on the ground. The top 1/4 of the illustration features a striped background decorated with floral and swirl motifs. The right 1/2 of the poem title is superimposed over this striped background. 1/2 page width and full page height. Occupies right column of the page.
Decorative banner on the bottom edge of the page. The quotation “O Mother Dry Thy Tears Away” appears in gothic typeface on the right. Several shells, plants, and swirl motifs surround the quotation. Some shells have barnacles. This illustration connects to a border that extends around the page; small shells extend to other areas of the page. Full page width and approximately 1/8 page height.
Two figures—a man and a woman with a draping veil—embrace on a urban dock. His hat and one of her garments are on the ground. To the right, a boy looks toward them and points toward a crowd in the background. At the front of the crowd, a figure stands with her hands on her hips. Tall buildings, a pail, and a dock chain are in the surroundings. 1/2 page width and full page height. Occupies left column of the page.
The quotation “And While He Soothed Her Pale Alarms” appears in a script type face and is surrounded by swirl motifs. To the left, there are two flag poles in front of an enlarged crescent moon. 1/2 page width and approximately 1/8 page height. Connects to a border around the left column of the page.


With drooping sail and shattered mast,29
Sir Walter’s galleons lay30
Beyond the bar, but soon they cast31
Anchor in Plymouth Bay.32
He leaped to shore with bated breath,33
For there, right full in view,34
Stood his fair wife, Elizabeth,35
And his fair son, Carew.36
My Bess” —he cried— “ My Bess—my boy !”37
As through the throng he pressed,38
And caught her, in his weary joy,39
Dead-swooning, to his breast.40
And while he soothed her pale alarms,41
With words all passion-sweet,42
He heard a troop of men-at-arms43
Come clattering down the street.44
He turned to see, as on they rode,45
All dight in gallant gear ;46
Then outspake he right merrily,47
With voice of sudden cheer :48
— “ Ha, good my cousin !  Scarce I thought49
Such welcomings to win,50
As thy fair courtesy hath brought51
To greet thy kith and kin !52
Gra’mercy ! I am fain to vow53
I nevermore will roam,54
Since with such knightly guise as now,55
Ye hail the wanderer home !”56
Sir Lewis* quickly drew his blade,57
As from his steed he sprang,58
And on his kinsman’s shoulder laid59
Its weight, with sudden clang.60
He gave no greet ; but on the ear61
His words did sharply ring62
Sir Walter, I arrest thee here,63
By mandate of the King !”64
* Sir Lewis Stukely, who arrested Sir Walter on his return from
his last voyage, was his cousin.
What hath he done ?”—the boy Carew65
Flashed forth with angry frown ;66
And from his father’s shoulder drew67
The naked weapon down.68
What hath he done ?’ Why, treason’s taint *69
Hung o’er his head of old ;70
And he hath failed, though thrice he sailed,71
To find the mine of gold.72
And sheer against the King’s commands,73
Who craves all grace of Spain,74
He left on Orinoco’s sands75
Full fifty Spaniards, slain.76
Nay! peace !— What if they were the first77
To fall upon thy crew ?78
The scant pretence of such defence79
Is weak to bear thee through !”80
Would God I were a man !  I trow81
My hand a thrust should deal82
(Out spake Carew), “ and thou shouldst know83
The temper of my steel !”84
Tush, boy !” —Sir Lewis jeered in wrath,85
Let go thy puny wrest !86
—I wot the fledgeling eaglet hath87
The daring of the nest !88
Ho, forward !  sturdy musketeers !89
Aside the stripling fling ;90
—Bold lad be he who interferes91
With orders from the King !”92
(And ere Sir Walter turned about,93
And ere the truth he wist,94
They drew the linkèd iron out,95
And clasped it on his wrist.)96
Have off with him. Beshrew me, how97
Young malapert doth frown !98
But minding of his mother now,99
Will cool his courage down !”100
* Sir Walter was accused of siding with the party who wanted to
put, Arabella Stuart on the throne, instead of James.
Two figures—a boy and a woman—stand together on a cobblestone path. The boy holds a sword in his right hand and looks angry. The woman stands behind the boy and holds his left arm. Behind them, three faces peek out from among tree branches. In the background, there are flying birds, indistinct figures, and ship masts. 1/2 page width and full page height. Occupies right column of the page.
The quotation “And thou shouldst know the temper of my steel !” appears in the bottom-right in an angular handwritten typeface. The quotation is surrounded by rounded coils and spiked star-shaped decorations and encircled in an irregular zig-zagged border. The decorations extend to the left side of the page. Connects to a border around the right column of the page. Full page width and approximately 1/8 page height.
A figure stands at a desk next to an open book. The figure holds a book in his left hand and places his right hand on a table. A second figure stands outside in the dark and peers through a window. The interior features an archway, a stool, and a lamp. 1/2 page width and full page height. Occupies left column of the page.
The quotation “I—loyal conscience-clear, and true—What need have I to go?” appears in cursive. The quotation is surrounded by miscellaneous curls and fleur de lys. In the bottom-left corner, a circular ornament depicts a sun on the horizon of the sea. In the bottom-right corner, a circular ornament depicts a hand holding an axe. 1/2 page width and approximately 1/8 page height. Connects to a border around the left column of the page.
Sir Lewis ;” —and the boy Carew101
Fast clenched his fist— “ thy son102
Will blush with shame, some day, to name103
The deed which thou hast done !”104


’Twas midnight ; but in Plymouth yet105
Went on the wassail-bout ;106
The early moon was just a-set,107
And all the stars were out.108
When at Sir Walter’s prison bars109
A muffled tap was heard ;110
And as his ear was bent to hear,111
He caught the whispered word :—112
Haste, father, haste ! the way is clear ;113
I’ve bribed the seneschal ;114
The warder o’er the henchmen’s beer,115
Keeps riot in the hall.116
I hold the key that opes the gates,117
And at the water-stair118
In the moored barge my mother waits119
She waits to meet thee there.120
Quick, father ! catch thy doublet up,121
Without a moment’s stay :122
Before they drain their latest cup,123
We must be far away.124
Outside the bar a galley lies,125
And ere the sun doth glance126
Its earliest beam across the skies127
We shall be safe in France.”128
Ah, boy—my boy—my brave Carew !129
Why tempt thy father so ?130
I—loyal, conscience-clear, and true131
What need have I to go ?132
My traitrous foes, once trusted friends,133
Would be the-first to say !134
I flout the laws, and flee, because135
I am as false as they.”136
A man observes a boy within a dimly lit urban space. The boy in the foreground places one hand on a wall and holds the other to his mouth as if in thought. He appears to be mid-step. Behind him, a cloaked man in profile view observes him from the side of his eye. The man in the background stands in front of a dark doorway. 1/2 page width and full page height. Occupies left column of the page.
The quotation “And in The Shadow of The Well They Crossed The Prison Yard” appears in an irregular typeface that features curls at the letter-ends. The background is speckled and ornamented with flowers as well as both smooth and spiked circles. In the top-right, there is a key decorated with a flower. In the bottom-right, there is a key hole. Connects to a border around the left column of the page. 1/2 page width and approximately 1/8 page height.
Yet, father, come !  Foul threats they bring,137
Dark counsels they have planned ;138
And justice thou shalt never wring139
From cold King James’s hand !140
My mother at the water’s brink,141
Waits, all her fears awake ;142
And if escape should fail—I think143
I think her heart will break !”144
Too much !  His bravery shrank to meet145
The weight of such a blow ;146
And springing instant to his feet,147
He answered— “ I will go !148
They trod the narrow, stony hall ;149
They found the door unbarred ;150
And in the shadow of the wall,151
They crossed the prison yard.152
With stealthy steps they reached the shore,153
And on its rapid way,154
The boat, with softly dipping oar,155
Dropped down the silent bay.156


Across the star-lit stream they steal,157
Without one uttered word,158
The waters gurgling at the keel159
Was all the sound they heard.160
The good French barque, that soon would bear161
Them hence, lay full in view ;162
An oar’s length more, and we are there !163
Whispered the boy Carew.164
They rocked within its shadow. Then,165
Sir Walter, underbreath,166
First spoke, and kissed, and kissed again167
Lady Elizabeth.168
Nay, Bess ! it must not, shall not be,169
Whatever others can,170
That I should like a dastard flee171
For fear of mortal man !172
A woman and a boy grasp hands in the foreground. The woman wears long black robes and a black veil. A man walks away from them, up steps, and into the background. The scene is dimly lit. 1/2 page width and full page height. Occupies left column of the page.
The quotation “Before Temptation Sacrifice. Before Dishonour Death” is inscribed onto a folded banner. The words are decorated with curls. The banner is attached to a ship’s mast. The background is a series of swirls. Connects to a border around the left column of the page. 1/2 page width and approximately 1/8 page height.
All Orinoco’s mines of gold,173
All virgin realms I claim,174
Are less to me a thousand-fold,175
Than my untarnished name.176
Put back the boat !  Nay, Sweet, no moan !177
Thy love is so divine,178
That thou wouldst rather die than own179
A craven heart were mine !180
My purse, good oarsman ;  Pull thy best,181
And we may make the shore182
Before the latest trencher-guest183
Hath left the warder’s door.184
Hist ! not one other pleading word :185
Life were not worth a groat,186
If breath of shame could blur my name ;187
Put back !  put back the boat !188
Ah Bess—(she is too stunned to speak !)189
But thou, my boy, Carew,190
Shalt pledge thy vow, even here, and now,191
That—faithful, tried, and true192
Thou’lt choose, whatever stress may rise,193
Whilst thou hast life and breath,194
Before temptation—sacrifice !195
Before dishonour—death !196


The boatman turned, he dared not bide,197
Nor say Sir Walter nay ;198
And with his oars against the tide199
He laboured up the bay.200
And when beside the water-stair,201
With grief no words can tell,202
They braced themselves at length to bear203
The wrench of the farewell204
The boy, with proud, yet tear-dimmed eyes,205
Kept murmuring, under breath ;206
—“Before temptation—sacrifice !207
Before dishonour—death !208