"Poor Edward knows but how to

spend,

And thrifty Tom to hoard;

Let Thomas be the steward then,
And Edward be the lord;
And as the honest laborer

Is worthy his reward,

With universal nose.

I could hear the passengers snorting —
I envied their disporting --
Vainly I was courting

The pleasure of a doze!

So I lay, and wondered why light
Came not, and watched the twilight,

"I pray Prince Ned, my second son, And the glimmer of the skylight,

And my successor dear,

To pay to his intendant

Five hundred pounds a year;

And to think of his old father,

And live and make good cheer."

That shot across the deck;
And the binnacle pale and steady,
And the dull glimpse of the dead-eye,
And the sparks in fiery eddy

That whirled from the chimney

neck.

Such was old Brentford's honest testa-In our jovial floating prison

ment,

He did devise his moneys for the best, And lies in Brentford church in peaceful rest.

Prince Edward lived, and money made and spent ;

But his good sire was wrong, it is

confess'd

And never a star had risen
There was sleep from fore to mizzen,

The hazy sky to speck.

When A SQUALL, upon a sudden,
Came o'er the waters scudding;
And the clouds began to gather,
And the sea was lashed to lather,

Then all the fleas in Jewry
Jumped up and bit like fury;
And the progeny of Jacob
Did on the main-deck wake up

And the lowering thunder grumbled,(I wot those greasy Rabbins
And the lightning jumped and tum-
bled,

And the ship, and all the ocean,
Woke up in wild commotion.
Then the wind set up a howling,
And the poodle dog a yowling,
And the cocks began a crowing,
And the old cow raised a lowing,
As she heard the tempest blowing;
And fowls and geese did cackle,
And the cordage and the tackle
Began to shriek and crackle;
And the spray dashed o'er the funnels,
And down the deck in runnels;
And the rushing water soaks all,
From the seamen in the fo'ksal
To the stokers whose black faces
Peer out of their bed-places;
And the captain he was bawling,
And the sailors pulling, hauling,
And the quarter-deck tarpauling
Was shivered in the squalling;
And the passengers awaken,
Most pitifully shaken ;

Would never pay for cabins);

And each man moaned and jabbered

in

His filthy Jewish gaberdine,
In woe and lamentation,
And howling consternation.
And the splashing water drenches
Their dirty brats and wenches;
And they crawl from bales and
benches

In a hundred thousand stenches.

This was the White Squall famous,
Which latterly o'ercame us,
And which all will well remember
On the 28th September;
When a Prussian captain of Lancers
(Those tight-laced, whiskered pran-
cers)

Came on the deck astonished,
By that wild squall admonished,
And wondering cried, "Potztausend,
Wie ist der Stürm jetzt brausend?"
And looked at Captain Lewis,

And the steward jumps up, and has- Who calmly stood and blew his

tens

Cigar in all the bustle,

And scorned the tempest's tussle,
How he beat the storm to laughter;
And oft we've thought thereafter
For well he knew his vessel

With that vain wind conld wrestle;
And when a wreck we thought her,
And doomed ourselves to slaughter,
How gayly he fought her,
And through the hubbub brought her,
And as the tempest caught her,
Cried, "GEORGE! SOME
AND-WATER!"

BRANDY

And when, its force expended,
The harmless storm was ended,
And as the sunrise splendid

Came blushing o'er the sea;
I thought, as day was breaking,
My little girls were waking,
And smiling, and making
A prayer at home for me.

1844.