Alas! when in Brook Street the upper But now I must go to Three Balls! Folks talk about dressing for dinner, - I haven't a rag or a mummock When dishes were ready with garnish My watch used to warn with a chime But now my repeater must furnish The dinner in lieu of the time ! My craving will have no denials, So go, Must tell me the time of the day. Your chimes I shall never more hear 'em, To part is a Tic Deuloureux ! But Tempus has his edax rerum, And I have my Feeding-Time too! Farewell then, my golden repeater, We're come to my Uncle's old shop- THE COMPASS, WITH VARIATIONS. "The Needles have sometimes been fatal to Mariners." PICTURE OF ISLE OF WIGHT. ONE close of day —'t was in the bay While light was hanging crowns of gold On mountains high and hoary, A gallant bark got under weigh, For Leghorn she was bound direct, Her crew of men some nine or ten, Bronzed mariners were hers to view, Dark, shining eyes, and coal-black hair, But 'midst their tan there stood one man, His brow was high, a loftier brow One saw that Grey had gone beyond His eye a passenger was he, The cabin he had hired it, His eye was grey, and when he looked Around, the prospect fired it A fine poetic light, as if The Appe-Nine inspired it. His frame was stout, in height about Six feet well made and portly; Of dress and manner just to give A sketch, but very shortly, Of rustic with the courtly. He ate and quaffed, and joked and laughed, And chatted with the seamen, And often tasked their skill and asked "What weather is 't to be, man?" No demonstration there appeared No sort of sign there was that he When lo! full crash, with billowy dash, From clouds of black and yellow, Came such a gale, as blows but once A century, like the aloe! Our stomachs we had just prepared To vest a small amount in ; When, gush! a flood of brine came down The skylight quite a fountain, And right on end the table reared, Just like the Table Mountain. Down rushed the soup, down gushed the wine, Each roll, its role repeating, Rolled down the round of beef declared For parting- not for meating! Off flew the fowls, and all the game Was "too far gone for eating!" The lamb too broke its tether ; Down mustard went Salt each condiment · - pepper all together! Down every thing, like craft that seek Down plunged the Lady of the Lake, She almost seemed about to take Down dropt the captain's nether jaw, He thought he saw the Evil One Playing at dice for soul and ship, Down fell the steward on his face, Down fell the mate, he thought his fate, Down fell the cook the cabin boy, Their beads with fervor telling, |