“ He left his body to the sea,
And made a shark his legatee.”


« OA! what is that comes gliding in,

And quite in middling haste ? It is the picture of my Jones,

And painted to the waist.

" It is not painted to the life,

For where's the trowsers blue ? 0 Jones, my dear! – O 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,

But I've been bit in two.

“ You know I once was all your own

But now a shark must share ! But let that pass — for now to you

I'm neither here nor there.

“ 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

Are many leagues away!

“ 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

Is near Columbia placed ;
Oh! Sally, I have got the whole

Atlantic for my waist.

“ But now, adieu — a long adieu !

I've solved death's awful riddle, And would say more, but I am doomed

To break off in the middle!”


“ Down, down, down, ten thousand fathoms deep."


Who does not know that dreadful gulf, where

Niagara falls, Where eagle unto eagle screams, to vulture vul

ture calls; Where down beneath, Despair and Death in liquid

darkness grope, And upward, on the foam there shines a rainbow

without Hope ; While, hung with clouds of Fear and Doubt, the

unreturning wave Suddenly gives an awful plunge, like life into the

grave; And many a hapless mortal there hath dived to

bale or bliss ; One — only one — hath ever lived to rise from

that abyss ! Oh, Heaven ! it turns me now to ice with chill of

fear extreme, To think of my frail bark adrift on that tumul

tuous stream ! In vain with desperate sinews, strung by love of

life and light,

I urged that coffin, my canoe, against the current's

might: On - on — still on — direct for doom, the river

rushed in force, And fearfully the stream of Time raced with it in

its course. My eyes I closed — I dared not look the way

towards the goal ; But still I viewed the horrid close, and dreamt it

in my soul. Plainly, as through transparent lids, I saw the

fleeting shore, And lofty trees, like winged things, fit by for

evermore; Plainly — but with no prophet sense — I heard

the sullen sound, The torrent's voice — and felt the mist, like death

sweat gathering round. O agony! O life! My home! and those that

made it sweet: Ere I could pray, the torrent lay beneath my

very feet. With frightful whirl, more swift than thought, I

passed the dizzy edge, Bound after bound, with hideous bruise, I dashed

from ledge to ledge, From crag to crag - in speechless pain — from

midnight deep to deep; I did not die — but anguish stunned my senses

into sleep.

How long entranced, or whither dived, no clue I

have to find : At last the gradual light of life came dawning

o'er my mind; And through my brain there thrilled a cry — a

cry as shrill as birds' Of vulture or of eagle kind, but this was set to

words : “ It's Edgar Huntley in his cap and nightgown, I

declares ! He's been a walking in his sleep, and pitched all

down the stairs ! ”


I STEAMED from the Downs in the Nancy,
My jib how she smoked through the breeze
She's a vessel as tight to my fancy
As ever boiled through the salt seas.

When up the flue the sailor goes

And ventures on the pot,
The landsman, he no better knows,

But thinks hard is his lot.

Bold Jack with smiles each danger meets,

Weighs anchor, lights the log ;

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