hankering after age and infirmities; that's their harbor vitæ or harbour for life!-Pray, waterman, are the pensioners paid in proportion to their ages ?—No, ma'am, in proportion to their wounds; the more limbs they lose the more stumpy they get.-Ah, it's a beautiful foundation! There you may see veterans that have drunk Duncan's grog and ate Nelson's biscuit !—Yes, and Lord Howe's too, sir; his lordship's own gunner is among 'em, and Lord Howe's never out of his mouth-" Lord how it blows," says he, "Lord how it rains;" it's Lord how everything!

So off we go, row, brothers, row,
And let us see the launch now,

So off we go, row, brothers, row,
And let us see the launch now!

The gallant ship is on the slip,
Her banners waving o'er her;
And now she slides, away she glides,
And drives the foam before her.
Long may she brave the wind and wave,

And foil the foe's endeavour;

Now let us say "Huzza, huzza,

Our wooden walls for ever!"

PATTER.

Now for a little lunching before launching. Tommy, give me the basket.-La, papa, it's left upon Tower stairs.—Lost the prog! Just what I prognosticated! Where's the seed cake?—Mamma carried that!-Bless me, so I did, but I don't know where it is.-Mr. B., you took care of the pie.— No, I didn't.—Yes, you did!—No, I didn't, for I dropt it overboard !—Now, ma'am, this side, if you please. That 'ere

is Captain Parry's ship, the Nor' Poler!-Indeed! Pray, did they reach the Pole ?-Why, they think, ma'am, if they'd had more fur on, they wouldn't have been fur off!-Ah, I don't like Polish expeditions; it's risking human life; they'll come to a stick in the ice-Ax pardon, sir, but that's jist what they're sarching arter !—Waterman, I believe that's a guardship. Yes, ma'am, a blackguard ship, what's called an 'ulk, and chuck full of thieves and bad characters !-What a shocking idea!-Pooh, pooh !-Why? Because, if it should go down, what a sink of iniquity!-Come, pull ahead there! the oars 'll be foul in a minit !-Papa, how can oars be fowl ? -Pooh, pooh, pooh; when they feather 'em!-Now, sir! now, ma'am ! there's the launch, a beautiful craft, the Royal William, pierced for 96, carries 110; round starn, you see, sir! -Ah, there's great improvements in naval architecture since Noah's arkitecture !-Waterman, what is that ship made of? -All hoak, ma'am, except the rudder, and that's helm.Wonderful! Who would think that prodigious vessel came out of an acorn!—Mrs. B., pray admire that figure head!— I can't say I do : a naked ancient Briton with a toasting fork-Ax pardon, ma'am, that ere's Neptune, as stands proxy on this occasion for the Lord High Admiral! Directly as she leaves her cradle she'll be christened by Lady Hogle, who will shy at her starn a bottle of port wine that has been round the world and back!-Mr. B., how can a lady be godfather?-Pooh, pooh, pooh; sex signifies nothing in ships; for instance, we may say our three-masters are mistresses of the ocean!-(Bang !)—There's the gun, sir! there she goes. Oh! beautiful sight! off she goes! Hearts of oak! Rule Britannia! There's a plunge, there's a foamentation! Huzza! huzza! huzza! That I call adding another brick to our wooden walls! Pull away, pull away, out of the swell! My eyes, Bill, there's a crab cotch'd! Vy, that's overboard

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he vent!-Overboard! Who! where! what!-0, don't you be afeard, ma'am, he can swim. There he goes! pick him up. I say, whaler, ahoy, vy don't ye pick him up with a harpoon ?-Well, if ever I come on the water again.— Pooh, pooh, pooh! What, not to see a launch ?—No, not if you'd launch me to all eternity! I've been starved alive, and frightened to death, and I didn't see the bottle thrown after all!—Ax pardon, ma'am, but I see it quite plain, and the lady miss'd.-Pooh, pooh, pooh! Miss a Seventy-four! -I'll tell you how it was, sir; she shut vun eye to take a wery good aim, and forgot the t'other eye was a glass 'un!

Now off we go, row, brothers, row,

For we have seen the launch now,
Now off we go, row, brothers, row,
For we have seen the launch now.

GOG AND MAGOG.

A GUILDHALL DUET.

MAGOG.

WHY, Gog, I say, it's after One,
And yet no dinner carved;
Shall we endure this sort of fun,
And stand here to be starved ?

GOG.

I really think our City Lords

Must be a shabby set;

I've stood here since King Charles's time,

And had no dinner yet!

MAGOG.

I vow I can no longer stay;

I say, are we to dine to-day?

GOG.

My hunger would provoke a saint,
I've waited till I'm sick and faint;
I'll tell you what, they'll starve us both,
I'll tell you what, they'll stop our growth.

MAGOG.

I wish I had a round of beef
My hungry tooth to charm;
I've wind enough in my inside
To play the Hundredth Psalm.

GOG.

And yet they feast beneath our eyes
Without the least remorse;
This very week I saw the Mayor
A feeding like a horse!

MAGOG.

Such loads of fish, and flesh, and fowl,
To think upon it makes me growl!

GOG.

I wonder where the fools were taught,
That they should keep a giant short!

They'll stop our growth, they'll stop our growth;

They'll starve us both, they'll starve us both!

MAGOG.

They said, a hundred years ago,
That we should dine at One;
Why, Gog, I say, our meat by this
Is rather over-done.

GOG.

I do not want it done at all,
So hungry is my maw,

Give me an Alderman in chains,
And I will eat him raw!

MAGOG.

Of starving weavers they discuss,
And yet they never think of us.
I say, are we to dine to-day;
Are we to dine to-day?

GOG.

Oh dear, the pang it is to feel

So mealy-mouthed without a meal!

MAGOG.

I'll tell you what, they'll stop our growth!

GOG.

I'll tell you what, they'll starye us both!

BOTH.

They'll stop our growth, they'll starve us both!