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,
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;

Trims up the fire, picks out the slates,
And drinks his can of grog

*

Go patter to lubbers and swabs do you see, 'Bout danger, and fear, and the like;

But a Boulton and Watt and good Wall's-end give me ;

And it ain't to a little I'll strike.

Though the tempest our chimney smack smooth shall down smite,

And shiver each bundle of wood;

Clear the wreck, stir the fire, and stow every thing tight,

And boiling a gallop we'll scud.

*

Hark, the boatswain hoarsely bawling,

By shovel, tongs, and poker, stand;
Down the scuttle quick be hauling,

Down your bellows, hand, boys, hand.
Now it freshens -blow like blazes;
Now unto the coal-hole go;
Stir, boys, stir, don't mind black faces,
Up your ashes nimbly throw.

Ply your bellows, raise the wind, boys,
See the valve is clear of course;
Let the paddles spin, don't mind, boys,
Though the weather should be worse.
Fore and aft a proper
draft get,

Oil the engines, see all clear;
Hands up, each a sack of coal get,
Man the boiler, cheer, lads, cheer;
Now the dreadful thunder's roaring,
Peal on peal contending clash;
On our heads fierce rain falls pouring,
In our eyes the paddles splash.
One wide water all around us,

All above one smoke-black sky:
Different deaths at once surround us;
Hark! what means that dreadful cry.

The funnel's gone! cries every tongue out,
The engineer's washed off the deck;
A leak beneath the coal-hole's sprung out,
Call all hands to clear the wreck.
Quick, some coal, some nubbly pieces;
Come, my hearts, be stout and bold;
Plumb the boiler, speed decreases,
Four feet water getting cold.

While o'er the ship wild waves are beating,
We for wives or children mourn;
Alas! from hence there's no retreating;
Alas! to them there's no return.

The fire is out we 've burst the bellows,
The tinder-box is swamped below;
Heaven have mercy on poor fellows,
For only that can serve us now!

A LAY OF REAL LIFE.

"Some are born with a wooden spoon in their mouths, and some with a golden ladle." — GOLDSMITH.

"Some are born with tin rings in their noses, and some with silver ones.' 99 SILVERSMITH.

WHO ruined me ere I was born,

Sold every acre, grass or corn,

And left the next heir all forlorn

My Grandfather.

Who said my mother was no nurse,

And physicked me and made me worse,

Till infancy became a curse?

My Grandmother.

Who left me in my seventh year,

A comfort to my mother dear,

And Mr. Pope, the overseer?

My Father.

Who let me starve, to buy her gin,

Till all my bones came through my skin,

Then called me "ugly little sin?"

My Mother.

Who said my mother was a Turk

And took me home and made me work,

But managed half my meals to shirk?

My Aunt.

Who "of all earthly things" would boast,
"He hated others' brats the most,"
And therefore made me feel my post?

My Uncle.

Who got in scrapes, an endless score,
And always laid them at my door,

Till many a bitter bang I bore?

My Cousin.

Who took me home when mother died,

Again with father to reside,

Black shoes, clean knives, run far and wide?

My Stepmother.

Who marred my stealthy urchin joys,

And when I played cried "What a noise!"

Girls always hector over boys

My Sister.

Who used to share in what was mine,
Or took it all, did he incline,

'Cause I was eight, and he was nine?

My Brother.