When she was gone, good lack! 7 Every inch a Sailor. THE wind blew hard, the sea ran high, If winds can whistle, he can sing, And toasts his girl, and drinks his flip. "Down topsails! boys, the gale comes on," A sailor's life, &c. "A leak! a leak! come, lads, be bold, And see the vessel naught can save: And now-unnumber'd perils past, Yet, for poor Haulyard what disgrace! Ere around the Huge Oak. ERE around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill, The fond ivy had dar'd to entwine; Ere the church was a ruin that nods on the hill, Could I trace back the time, a far distant date, He, dying, bequeath'd to his son a good name, For my child I've preserv'd it, unblemish'd with shame, And it still from a spot shall be free. The Galley Slave. OH, think on my fate! once I freedom enjoy'd, But pleasure is fled! even hope is destroy'd, I was ta'en by the foe, 'twas the fiat of fate, But thoughts bring to mind my once happy state, Hard, hard is my fate! oh, galling my chain, And though 'gainst my tyrants I scorn to complain, I disdain e'en to shrink, though I feel the sharp lasb, Yet my breast beats for her I adore, While around me the unfeeling billows will dash, I sigh and still tug at the oar. How fortune deceives--I had pleasure in tow, But the wish'd nuptial morn was o'erclouded with woe, And, dear Anna! I was hurried from you, Our shallop was boarded, and I borne away, But despair wastes my spirits, my form feels decay The Tortoise-shell Tom Cat, and Tommy Cat's-Eye, the Catamaran Auctioneer. OH, what a story the papers have been telling us, About a little animal of mighty price, And who ever thought, but an auctioneer, of selling us, For near three hundred yellow boys, a trap for mice; Of its beauties and its qualities, no doubt he told 'em fine tales, But for me, I should just as soon have bought a cat of nine tails; I wou'dn't give for all the cats in Christendom so vast a fee, Not to save 'em from the Catacombs, or Cataline's catastrophe ; Kate of Russia, Katterfelto's cat, and Catalani, Are every one By Tom outdone, (Spoken.) We'll just suppose Mr. Cat's-eye, the auctioneer, with his catalogue in one hand, and a hammer like a catapulta in the other, mounted in the rostrum at the great room in Cateaton Street; Hem Leds and Geminen-Cats are of two dis tinctions: Thomas and Tabby-This is of the former breed, and the only instance in which I have seen beauty monopolized by a male ! Look at him, ladies! what a magnificent mouser! meek, though masculine! The curious concatenation of colour in that cat, calls categorically for your best bidding. Place a proper price upon poor Pusey; consult your feline bosoms, and bid me knock him down. Ladies and gentlemen, a-going, going, goingAny sum for Tommy Tortoise-shell you can't think dear. Next I should tell ye, the company around him, Who emulously bid as if they all were wild ;Tom thought 'em mad, while the King of Kittens crown'd him, And kiss'd, caress'd, and dandled him just like a child: Lady Letty Longwaist, and Mrs. Martha Griskin, Prim Polly Pussy-love, Miss Scratch, and Biddy Twiskin, Solemn Sally Solus, who to no man yes had ever said, Killing Kitty Crookedlegs, and neat Miss Nelly Neverwed, Crowding, squeezing, nodding, bidding, each for Puss so eager, Have Tom they wou'd, As you shall hear. (Spoken in different voices.) Irish Lady.-Och, the dear crater, how beautiful he looks when he shuts his eyes! beautiful indeed! He'd even lure the |