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SALLY SIMPKIN'S LAMENT;
OR, JOHN JONES'S KIT-CAT-ASTROPHE.
“ He left his body to the sea,
BRYAN AND PERENNE
« 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!
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,
And even me from me!
“ Don't fear my ghost will walk o’nights
To haunt, as people say !
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 ;
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
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 ! ”
STEAM SEA SONGS.
I STEAMED from the Downs in the Nancy,
When up the flue the sailor goes
And ventures on the pot,
But thinks hard is his lot.
Bold Jack with smiles each danger meets,
Weighs anchor, lights the log ;