So our women began to whimper and beg o' the chaps to stayI only heerd on it after, for that night I was kept away. I was up at my cottage, younder, where the wife lay nigh her end, She'd been ailin' all the winter, and nothin' 'ud make her mend. The doctor had given her up, sir, and I knelt by her side and prayed, With my eyes as red as a babby's, that Death's hand might yet be stayed. I heerd the wild wind howlin', and I looked on the wasted form, And thought of the awful shipwreck as had come in the ragin' storm; The wreck of my little homestead-the wreck of my dear old wife, Who'd sailed with me forty years, sir, o'er the troublous waves of life, And I looked at the eyes so sunken, as had been my harbor lights, To tell of the sweet home haven in the wildest, darkest nights. She knew she was sinkin' quickly-she knew as her end was nigh, But she never spoke o' the troubles as I knew on her heart must lie, For we'd had one great big sorrow with Jack, our only son— He'd got into trouble in London, as lots o' the lads ha' done; Then he'd bolted, his masters told us-he was allus what folks call wild. From the day as I told his mother, her dear face never smiled. We heerd no more about him, we never knew where he went, And his mother pined and sickened for the message he never sent. I had my work to think of; but she had her grief to nurse, So it eat away at her heartstrings, and her health grew worse and worse. And the night as the Royal Helen went down on yonder sands to side; Then half to herself she whispered, good-bye? "Where's Jack, to say It's hard not to see my darlin', and kiss him afore I die !" I was stoopin' to kiss and soothe her, while the tears ran down my cheek, And my lips were shaped to whisper the words I couldn't speak, When the door of the room burst open, and my mates were there outside With the news that the boat was launchin'. their leader cried. You're wanted!" "You've never refused to go, John: you'll put these cowards right, There's a dozen of lives, maybe, John, as lie in our hands to night!" 'Twas old Ben Brown, the captain; he'd laughed at the women's doubt. We'd always been first on the beach, sir, when the boat was goin' out. I didn't move, but I pointed to the white face on the bed"I can't go, mate," I murmured; "in an hour she may be dead. I cannot go and leave her to die in the night alone." As I spoke Ben raised his lantern, and the light on my wife was thrown ; And I saw her eyes fixed strangely with a pleading look on me, While a tremblin' finger pointed through the door to the ragin' sea. 66 Then she beckoned me near, and whispered, Go, and God's will be done! For every lad on that ship, John, is some poor mother's son," Her head was full of the boy, sir-she was thinking, maybe, some day For lack of a hand to help him his life might be cast away. Go, John, and the I ord watch o'er you,! and spare me to see the light, And bring you safe," she whispered, "out of the storm tonight." Then I turned and kissed her softly, and tried to hide my tears, And my mates outside, when they saw me, set up three hearty cheers; But I rubbed my eyes wi' my knuckles, and turned to old Ben and said, "I'll see her again, maybe, lad, when the sea gives up its dead.” We launched the boat in the tempest, though death was the goal in view, And never a one but doubted if the craft could live it through. I was strainin' my eyes and watchin', when I thought I heard a cry, And I saw past our bows a somethin' on the crest of a wave dashed by ; I stretched out my hand to seize it, I dragged it aboard, and then I stumbled, and struck my forrud, and fell like a log on Ben. head, Then my mates came in and whispered; they'd heard I was comin' round. At first I could scarcely hear 'em, it seemed like a buzzin' sound; But as soon as my head got clearer, and accustomed to hear 'em speak, I knew as I'd lain like that, sir, for many a long, long week. I guessed what the lads was hidin', for their poor old shipmate's sake. I could see by their puzzled faces they'd got some news to break; So I lifts my head from the pillow, and I says to old Ben, "Look here! I'm able to bear it now, lad-tell me, and never fear." Not one on 'em ever answered, but presently Ben goes out, about?" "" What's this 66 Why can't they tell me plainly as the poor old wife is dead. It was him as I'd saved from drownin' the night as the life boat went To the wreck of the Royal Helen; 'twas that as the vision meant. They'd brought us ashore together, he'd knelt by his mother's bed, And the sudden joy had raised her like a miracle from the dead; And mother and son together had nursed me back to life, And my old eyes woke from darkness to look on my son and wife, Jack? He's our right hand now, sir; 'twas Providence pulled him through He's allus the first aboard her when the lifeboat wants a crew. APPEEL FOR ARE TO THE SEXTANT OF THE BRICK MEETINOUSE. O sextant of the meetinouse, wich sweeps. And dusts, or is supposed to! and makes fiers, And wrings the Bel and toles when men dyes To the grief of surviving pardner, and sweaps pathes; As zero, and like as not green wood for kindlers ; But O Sextant! there are 1 kermoddity Wich's more than gold, wich doant cost nothin, 66 In short, its jest free as are" out dores. Speshally the latter, up in a tite place— Some is fevery, some is scroflous, and some has bad teath, |