Of one alone I nightly dream, And gaily serves the Gen'ral Steam- "I see him when he's not aware, Upon the Port against a post, A-thinking of, I'll dare to say, His native Chelsea far away!" $6 66 66 Mes yeux !" he said, which means my eye." "Oh, chère !" he also cried, I'm told, "Par Jove," he added, with a sigh. "Oh, mon! oh, chère ! mes yeux! par Jove! The Panther's captain stood hard by, Straightway he had that sailor licked, Who dashed or jiggered, blessed or blowed. He wept to think a tar of his, Should lean so gracefully on posts, He sighed and sobbed to think of this, On foreign, French, and friendly coasts. "It's human natur', p'raps-if so, Oh, isn't human natur' low!" He called his BILL, who pulled his curl, On this here French and foreign land. Her tender heart your beauties jog— They do, you know they do, you dog. "You have a graceful way I learn By which you've been and caused to burn, Her age, sixteen-her name, BABETTE. "You'll marry her, you gentle tar- But WILLIAM hitched himself and sighed, "Not so: Unless you're fond of strife, You'd better mind your own affairs, I have an able-bodied wife Awaiting me at Wapping Stairs, "Skin-deep, and valued at a pin, Is beauty such as VENUS Owns-Her beauty is beneath her skin, And lies in layers on her bones. The other sailors of the crew "Oho!" the Captain said, "I see! And is she then so very strong?" "She'd take your honour's scruff," said he, "And pitch you over to Bolong!" "I pardon you," the captain said, "The fair BABETTE you needn't wed." Perhaps the Customs had his will, Or who you are, so, as a safe precaution I'll add)-Oh, buxom widow! married dame! You'll marry soon- —within a year or twain And, when you're intimate, you'll call him "BERTIE.' Neat-dresses well; his temper has been classified As hasty; but he's very quickly pacified You'll find him working mildly at the Bar, A brief or two on Circuit-" soup" at Sessions ; A pound or two from whist, and backing horses, And, say three hundred from his own re sources. |