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Her head is crown'd with pretty sea-wares,
And her locks are golden and loose ;
To stand, of course, in her shoes !
And all day long she combeth them well,
With a sea-shark's prickly jaw; And her mouth is just like a rose-lipp'd shell,
The fairest that man e'er saw !
And the Fishmonger, humble as love may be,
Hath planted his seat by her side ; “Good ev'n, fair maid! Is thy lover at sea,
To make thee so watch the tide ?"
She turn'd about with her pearly brows,
And clasp'd him by the hand; “ Come, love, with me; I've a bonny house
On the golden Goodwin Sand."
And then she gave him a siren kiss,
No honeycomb e'er was sweeter:
That Peter should be salt-Peter:
And away with her prize to the wave she leapt,
Not walking, as damsels do, With toe and heel, as she ought to have stept,
But she hopt like a Kangaroo ;
One plunge, and then the victim was blind,
Whilst they gallop'd across the tide;
And the beauty was by his side.
One half on the sand, and half in the sea,
But his hair all began to stiffen; For when he look'd where her feet should be,
She had no more feet than Miss Biffen !
But a scaly tail, of a dolphin's growth,
In the dabbling brine did soak; At last she open'd her pearly mouth,
Like an oyster, and thus she spoke:
" You crimpt my father, who was a skate,
sold—a maid ; So here remain for a fishy fate,
For lost you are, and betray'd !" And away
she went, with a seagull's scream, And a splash of her saucy tail ; In a moment he lost the silvery gleam
That shone on her splendid mail !
The sun went down with a blood-red flame,
And the sky grew cloudy and black, And the tumbling billows like leap-frog came,
Each over the other's back!
Ah me! it had been a beautiful scene,
With the safe terra-firma round; But the green water-hillocks all seem'd to him
Like those in a churchyard ground;
And Christians love in the turf to lie,
fishes will sooner die On the land than in the sea.
And whilst he stood, the watery strife
Encroach'd on every hand, And the ground decreased,-his moments of life
Seem'd measured, like Time's, by sand;
And still the waters foam'd in, like ale,
In front and on either flank,
There was such a run on the bank.
A little more, and a little more,
The surges came tumbling in;
And thought of every sin !
Each flounder and plaice lay cold at his heart,
As cold as his marble slab;
The pincers of scalded crab!
And the little potted shrimps,
Gnaw'd into his soul, like imps !
And the billows were wandering to and fro,
And the glorious sun was sunk, And Day, getting black in the face, as though
Of the night-shade she had drunk !
Had there been but a smuggler's cargo adrift,
One tub, or keg, to be seen,
Or an anker where Hope might lean !
But there was not a box or a beam afloat,
To rast him from that sad place; Not a skiff, not a yawl, nor a mackerel boat,
Nor a smack upon Neptune's face.
At last, his lingering hopes to buoy,
He saw a sail and a mast, And callid “ Ahoy!”—but it was not a hoy,
And so the vessel went past.
And with saucy wing that flapp'd in his face,
The wild bird about him flew, With a shrilly scream, that twitted his case,
“Why, thou art a sea-gull too !”
And lo! the tide was over his feet;
Oh! his heart began to freeze,
The wave was up to his knees !
And the salt spray blinded his eyes,
That grief had caused to arise.:-
And the surges above him broke,
Of Deal-(but builded of oak.)
And chafed his shivering skin :
With the spirit of Peter Fin!
THE TERRIERS AND THE RATS AND TIIE MICE
AND THE CATS.
Once on a time—no matter how,
Let studious minds determine) -
Did, with the whisker'd vermin.
when bones ran short;
They seiz'd their garner'd riches,
The gutters, swamps, and ditches.
Coincidence is Hist'ry's joy:
Hunt, trample, rob, and feed on
Like principles proceed on.
And so the Rats and Mice are cow'd,
Live in triumphant clover;
Held in terrorem over!
Spite of the Terriers, throve the Rats;
Got on the pigmy friskers;
To show their teeth and whiskers !)
So long as Tripe and Lights galore
The Rats might live, and welcome; Nay—(birds and coneys deft to chase) Their rulers gave them sun and space; Only in dearth and famine's case,
Then would the subjects' knell come!
Not so the Cats-not so the Mice.
And Mousey's views fastidious;
Were profanation hideous !