Farewell then, my golden repeater,

We're come to my Uncle's old shop-
And Hunger won't be a dumb-waiter,

The Cerberus growls for a sop!


"The Needles have sometimes been fatal to Mariners.”


One closc of day —'t was in the bay
Of Naples, bay of glory!
While light was hanging crowns of gold
On mountains high and hoary,
A gallant bark got under weigh,
And with her sails my story.

For Leghorn she was bound direct,
With wine and oil for cargo,
Her crew of men some nine or ten,
The captain's name was Iago ;
A good and gallant bark she was,
La Donna (called) del Lago.

Bronzed mariners were hers to view,
With brown cheeks, clear or muddy,

Dark, shining eyes, and coal-black hair,
Meet heads for painter's study;
But ’midst their tan there stood one man,
Whose cheek was fair and ruddy ;

His brow was high, a loftier brow
Ne'er shone in song or sonnet,
His hair a little scant, and when
He doffed his cap or bonnet,
One saw that Grey had gone beyond
A premiership upon it !

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,
His order seemed a composite
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
That he was any demon.

No sort of sign there was that he
Could raise a stormy rumpus,
Like Prospero make breezes blow,
And rocks and billows thump us,-
But little we supposed what he
Could with the needle compass !

Soon came a storm — the sea at first
Seemed lying almost fallow —
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 róle 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 !”

Down knife and fork — down went the pork,
The lamb too broke its tether ;
Down mustard went — each condiment -
Salt — pepper — all together!
Down every thing, like craft that seek
The Downs in stormy weather.

Down plunged the Lady of the Lake, .
Her timbers seemed to sever;
Down, down, a dreary derry down,
Such lurch she had gone never;
She almost seemed about to take
A bed of down for ever!

Down dropt the captain's nether jaw,
Thus robbed of all its uses,
He thought he saw the Evil One
Beside Vesuvian sluices,
Playing at dice for soul and ship,
And throwing Sink and Deuces.

Down fell the steward on his face,
To all the Saints commending;
And candles to the Virgin vowed,
As save-alls 'gainst his ending.
Down fell the mate, he thought his fate,
Check-mate, was close impending !

Down fell the cook — the cabin boy,
Their beads with fervor telling,

While alps of surge, with snowy verge,
Above the yards came yelling.
Down fell the crew, and on their knees
Shuddered at each white swelling !

Down sunk the sun of bloody hue,
His crimson light a cleaver
To each red rover of a wave:
To eye of fancy-weaver,
Neptune, the God, seemed tossing in
A raging scarlet fever!

Sore, sore afraid, each papist prayed
To Saint and Virgin Mary;
But one there was that stood composed
Amid the waves' vagary;
As stanch as rock, a true game cock
'Mid chicks of Mother Carey !

His ruddy cheek retained its streak,
No danger seemed to shrink him :
His step still bold, — of mortal mould
The crew could hardly think him :
The Lady of the Lake, he seemed
To know, could never sink him.

Relaxed at last the furious gale
Quite out of breath with racing;
The boiling flood in milder mood,
With gentler billows chasing ;

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