Oh Jones, my dear !-oh dear! my Jones, What is become of you?" "Oh! Sally dear, it is too true,- The half that you remark Is come to say my other half Is bit off by a shark! "Oh! Sally, sharks do things by halves, Yet most completely do! A bite in one place seems enough, "You know I once was all your own, "Alas! death has a strange divorce Effected in the sea, It has divided me from you, And even me from me! "Don't fear my ghost will walk o'nights To haunt, as people say ; My ghost can't walk, for, oh! my legs "Lord! think, when I am swimming round, And looking where the boat is, A shark just snaps away a half, Without a quarter's notice.' "One half is here, the other half "But now, adieu-a long adieu ! I'M GOING TO BOMBAY. "Nothing venture, nothing have."-OLD PRoverb. Every Indiaman has at least two mates.' ་་ -FALCONER'S MARINE GUIDE M I. Y hair is brown, my eyes are blue, My skin has been admired in verse, If I am fair, so much the worse, II. At school I passed with some éclât; It really is the strangest thing- III. I've been to Bath and Cheltenham Wells, But not their springs to sip To Ramsgate-not to pick up shells, To Brighton-not to dip. I've tour'd the Lakes, and scour'd the coast From Scarboro' to Torquay But tho' of time I've made the most, I'm going to Bombay! IV. By Pa and Ma I'm daily told To marry now's my time, For though I'm very far from old, I'm rather in my prime. They say while we have any sun, We ought to make our hay- My cousin writes from Hyderapot And says the climate is so hot, It's sure to light a match.— She's married to a son of Mars, With very handsome pay, And swears I ought to thank my stars I'm going to Bombay! VI. She says that I shall much delight To taste their Indian treats, But what she likes may turn me quite, Their strange outlandish meats.— If I can eat rupees, who knows? Or dine, the Indian way, On doolies and on bungalows- VII. She says that I shall much enjoy,→ I don't know what she means,— In my own palankeens, I like to drive my pony-chair, Or ride our dapple gray— But elephants are horses there- VIII. Farewell, farewell, my parents dear, My friends, farewell to them! And oh, what costs a sadder tear, Good-bye to Mr. M. !— If I should find an Indian vault, Or fall a tiger's prey, Or steep in salt, it's all his fault, I'm going to Bombay! IX. That fine new teak-built ship, the Fox Now lying in the London Docks, Will sail on May the Third; Apply for passage or for freight, To Nichol, Scott, and Gray Pa has applied and seal'd my fate- X. My heart is full-my trunks as well; My mind and caps made up, My corsets shap'd by Mrs. Bell, Are promised ere I sup; With boots and shoes, Rivarta's best, And dresses by Ducé, And a special license in my chest I'm going to Bombay! JOHN JONES. A PATHETIC BALLAD. 6. I saw the iron enter into his soul."-STERNE. JOHN JONES he was a builder's clerk, For, finding that the iron roads Was set upon a rail. But oh! his schemes all ended ill, As schemes must come to nought, With men who try to make short cuts, When cut with something short. His altitudes he did not take, Like any other elf; But first a spirit-level took, That levelled him, himself. Then getting up, from left to right How crows may fly he did not care And not an iron crow. So, going to the Rose and Crown, According to this rule he plann'd Alas! not his the wily arts In vain from Z to crooked S, His devious line he show'd; The writers of the public press |