We are off! The courses and topsails are set: the coral-hung anchor swings from the bow: and together, the three royals are given to the breeze, that follows us out to sea like the baying of a hound. Out spreads the canvas—alow, aloft-boom-stretched, on both sides, with many a stun\' sail; till like a hawk, with pinions poised, we shadow the sea with our sails, and reelingly cleave the brine.