And above the funnel's roaring,
And the fitful wind's deploring,
I heard the cabin snoring

With universal nose.
I could hear the passengers snorting, —
I envied their disporting, -
Vainly I was courting

The pleasure of a dozc.

So I lay, and wondered why light
Came not, and watched the twilight,
And the glimmer of the skylight,

That shot across the deck ;
And the binnacle pale and steady,
And the dull glimpse of the dead-eye,
And the sparks in fiery eddy

That whirled from the chimney neck.
In our jovial floating prison
There was sleep from fore to mizzen,
And never a star had risen

The hazy sky to speck.
Strange company we harbored :
We'd a hundred Jews to larboard,
Unwashed, uncombed, unbarbered, -

Jews black and brown and gray.

And the ship, and all the ocean,
Woke up in wild commotion.
Then the wind set up a howling,
And the poodle dog a yowling,
And the cocks began a crowing,
And the old cow raised a lowing,
As she heard the tempest blowing ;
And fowls and geese did cackle,
And the cordage and the tackle
Began to shrick and crackle ;
And the spray dashed o'er the funnels,
And down the deck in runnels ;
And the rushing water soaks all,
From the seamen in the fo'ksal
To the stokers, whose black faces
Peer out of their bed-places;
And the captain he was bawling,
And the sailors pulling, hauling,
And the quarter-deck tarpauling
Was shivered in the squalling;
And the passengers awaken,
Most pitifully shaken;
And the steward jumps up, and hastens
For the necessary basins.

With terror it would seize ye,
And make your souls uneasy,
To see those Rabbis greasy,

Who did naught but scratch and pray.
Their dirty children puking, -
Their dirty saucepans cooking, —
Their dirty fingers hooking

Their swarming fleas away.
To starboard Turks and Greeks were, -
Whiskered and brown their cheeks were, -
Enormous wide their breeks were, —

Their pipes did puff away;
Each on his mat allotted
In silence smoked and squatted,
Whilst round their children trotted

In pretty, pleasant play.
He can't but smile who traces
The smiles on those brown faces,
And the pretty, prattling graces

Of those small heathens gay.
And so the hours kept tolling;
And through the occan rolling
Went the brave Iberia bowling,

Before the break of day, —

Then the Greeks they groaned and quivered.
And they knelt and moaned and shivered,
As the plunging waters met them,
And splashed and overset them;
And they called in their emergence
Upon countless saints and virgins ;
And their marrowbones are bended,
And they think the world is ended.
And the Turkish women for'ard
Were frightened and behorrored ;
And, shrieking and bewildering,
The mothers clutched their children;
The men sang “Allah ! Illah !
Mashallah Bismillah !".
As the warring waters doused them,
And splashed them and soused them;
And they called upon the Prophet,
Who thought but little of it.

Then all the fleas in Jewry
Jumped up and bit like fury;
And the progeny of Jacob
Did on the main-deck wake up,
(I wot those greasy Rabbins
Would never pay for cabins ;)
And each man moaned and jabbered in
His filthy Jewish gabardine,
In woe and lamentation,
And howling consternation.
And the splashing water drenches
Their dirty brats and wenches;
And they crawl from bales and benches,
In a hundred thousand stenches.

When a squall, upon a sudden,
Came o'er the waters scudding;
And the clouds began to gather,
And the sea was lashed to lather,
And the lowering thunder grumbled,
And the lightning jumped and tumbled,

But his little daughter whispered,

As she took his icy hand, “Is n't God upon the ocean

Just the same as on the land ?"

Then we kissed the little maiden,

And we spoke in better cheer,
And we anchored safe in harbor
When the morn was shining clear.

JAMES T. FIELDS.

This was the white squall famous,
Which latterly o'ercame us,
And which all will well remember,
On the 28th September;
When a Prussian captain of Lancers
(Those tight-laced, whiskered prancers)
Camc on the deck astonished,
By that wild squall admonished,
And wondering cried, “ Potz tausend,
Wie ist der Stürm jetzt brausend ?”
And looked at Captain Lewis,
Who calmly stood and blew his
Cigar in all the bustle,
And scorned the tenipest's.tussle.
And oft we've thought hereafter
How he beat the storm to laughter;
For well he knew his vessel
With that vain wind could wrestle ;
And when a wreck we thought her,
And doomed ourselves to slaughter,
How gayly he fought her,
And through the hubbub brought her,
And as the tempest caught her,
Cried, “George, some brandy and water !"

THE MINUTE-GUN.

WIEN in the storm on Albion's coast, The night-watch guards his wary post,

From thoughts of danger free, He marks some vessel's dusky form, And hcars, amid the howling storm,

The ininute-gun at sea.

Swist on the shore a hardy few
The life-boat man with gallant crew

And dare the dangerous wave;
Through the wild surf they cleave their way,
Lost in the foam, nor know dismay,

For they go the crew to save.

And when, its force expended,
The harmless storm was ended,
And as the sunrise splendid

Came blushing o'er the sca, —
I thought, as day was breaking,
My little girls were waking,
And smiling, and making
A prayer at home for me.

WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY.

One wide water all around us,

All above is one black sky; Different deaths at once surround us

Hark! what means that dreadful

At length the wished for morrow

Broke through thc hazy sky, Absorbed in silent sorrow,

Each heaved a bitter sigh ; The dismal wreck to view

Struck horror to the crew, As she lay, on that day,

In the Bay of Biscay, O! Her yielding timbers sever,

Her pitchy seams are rent, When Heaven, all bounteous ever,

Its boundless mercy sent, A sail in sight appears ;

We hail her with three chcers; Now we sail, with the gale,

From the Bay of Biscay, 0 !

The foremast 's gone, cries every toi

O'er the lee twelve feet 'bove dec! A leak beneath the chest-tree 's spru

Call all hands to clear the wreck.

Quick the lanyards cut to picces ;

Come, my hearts, be stout and bo Plumb the well, – the leak increase

Four feet water in the hold !

While o'er the ship wild waves are 1

We our wives and children mourn Alas! from hence there's no retreat

Alas! to them there 's no return !

ANDREW CHERRY.

Without either sign or sound of their sl The waves flowed over the Inchcape roc So little they rose, so little they fell, They did not move the Inchcape bell.

The topsail yarı point to the wind, boys,

See all clear to reef each course; Let the fore sheet go, don't mind, boys,

Though the weather should be worse. Fore and aft the sprit-sail yard get,

Recf the mizzen, see all clear ; Hands up! each preventive brace set !

Man the fore yard, cheer, lads, cheer! Now the dreadful thunder 's roaring

Peal on peal contending claslı,
On our heads fierce rain falls pouring,

In our eyes blue lightnings flash.

The holy abbot of Aberbrothok
Had toated that bell on the Inchcape
On the waves of the storm it floated any
And louder and louder its warning rung

When the rock was hid by the tempest'. The mariners heard the warning bell ; And then they knew the perilous rock, And blessed the priest of Aberbrothok.

Three corpses lay out on the shining sands

In the morning glcam as the tide went down, And the women are watching and wringing their

hands, For those who will never come back to the town; For men must work, and women must weer, And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep, — And good by to the bar and its moaning.

CHARLES KINGSLEY.

JO MARY, GO AND CALL THE CATTLE

HOME!

So thick a hazc o'ersprcads the sky
They could not see the sun on high;
The wind had blown a gale all day;
At evening it hath died away.
On the deck the rover takes his stand;
So dark it is they see no land.
Quoth Sir Ralph, “It will be lighter soon,
For there is the dawn of the rising moon."
"Canst hear," said one, “the breakers roar ?
For yonder, methinks, shoull be the shore.
Now where we arc I cannot tell,
But I wish we could hear the Inchcape bell."
They hear no sound ; the spell is strong;
Though the wind hath fallen, they drift along;
Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock, -
Alas! it is thc Inchcape rock !

"O Mary, go and call the cattle home.

And call the cattle home,

And call the cattle home,

Across the sands o' Dec !" The western wind was wild and dank wi' foam,

And all alone went shc.

Sir Ralph, the rover, tore his hair ;
He beat himself in wild despair.
The waves rush in on every sile ;
The slip is sinking beneath the tide.

The creeping tide came up along the sand,

And o'cr and o'er the sand,

And round and round the sand,

As far as cye could sce; The blinding mist canie down and hid the land :

And never home came she.