Toiling along in weary plight Through heavy jungle, mire, These two came later every night To warm them at the fire. Until the captain said one day, 'O seaman good and kind, To save thyself now come away, And leave the boy behind!' V The child was slumbering near the blaze: 'O captain, let him rest Until it sinks, when God's own ways Shall teach us what is best!' They watch'd the whiten'd ashy heap, They touch'd the child in vain; They did not leave him there asleep, He never woke again. PROLOGUE TO WILKIE COLLINS'S PLAY 'THE FROZEN DEEP' 1856 'THE FROZEN DEEP' The second drama written by Wilkie Collins for the Tavistock House Theatre was first acted there in January 1857, and subsequently at the Gallery of Illustration in the presence of Queen Victoria and the Royal Family. As in the case of _The Lighthouse_, the play had the advantage of a Prologue in rhyme by Charles Dickens, who again electrified his audiences by marvellous acting, the character of Richard Wardour (a young naval officer) being selected by him for representation. The Prologue was recited at Tavistock House by John Forster, and at the public performances of the play by Dickens himself. It is not generally known that a by no means inconsiderable portion of the drama was composed by Dickens, as testified by the original manuscripts of the play and of the prompt-book, which contain numerous additions and corrections in his handwriting. These manuscripts, by the way, realised £300 at Sotheby's in 1890. The main idea of _A Tale of Two Cities_ was conceived by Dickens when performing in _The Frozen Deep_. 'A strong desire was upon me then,' he writes in the preface to the story, 'to embody it in my own person; and I traced out in my fancy the state of mind of which it would necessitate the presentation to an observant spectator, with particular care and interest. As the idea became familiar to me, it gradually shaped itself into its present form. Throughout its execution, it has had complete possession of me: I have so far verified what is done and suffered in these pages, as that I have certainly done and suffered it all myself.' PROLOGUE TO 'THE FROZEN DEEP' (_Curtain rises; mists and darkness; soft music throughout._) One savage footprint on the lonely shore Where one man listen'd to the surge's roar, Not all the winds that stir the mighty sea Can ever ruffle in the memory. If such its interest and thrall, O then Pause on the footprints of heroic men, Making a garden of the desert wide Where Parry conquer'd death and Franklin died.