up, to which he lashed himself by the ankles, holding on likewise with his hands, and his great clasp-knife in his mouth. That the Jung Vrow driving before the wind and sea, they made shift, as they were, to navigate her pretty comfortably for some twenty minutes or thereby, when all of a sudden they saw Diedrick, being seized with a vertigo, let go his hold and drop into his present posture, from which he could never recover himself; and it was that dismal sight which had extorted the universal outcry that I heard. I am sicker of the sea than ever! Is the safety of a Christian man's life, and soul maybe, of no more interest than to be gambled away by such a set of Dutch Bottoms with Asses' heads on their shoulders? Oh! that the worthy Chairman and all the Underwriters of Lloyd's were here present on this deckthe mere sight of the Skipper's countenance there, with not so much meaning in it as a smoked pig's face, for that means to be eaten, would scare them from all sea-risks for ever! Thanks be to heaven! yonder's a sail. It makes straight towards us-they come aboard. A Pilot? -well said! Oh, honest, good, dear Pilot, as you love a distressed poor countryman-as you understand the compass and how rudders are turned-if you know what a rope's end is,-take the biggest bit of a cable you can pick, and give yonder Dutch sea-calves a round dozen a piece! 'Twill cost you no great pains, seeing they are tied up ready to your hand. Pish! never mind their offence; they have mutinied against themselves. Smite and spare not. meanwhile, in your boat. I will go ashore Catch me, all of down. Take heed to my footing. you, in your arms. Now I am in. an't! I an't! No, I an't! I If ye had not hauled me in again with that same boat-hook, I was drown'd. My shoulder bleeds for it, but I forgive. Never heed me: look to your helms and sails. 'Tis only a gallon or two of sea-water, just swallowed, that is indisposed to go on shore with me. I am used to it, indeed I am. Pray, what is the name of this blessed boat? The Lively Nancy. Lively indeed! The Jung Vrow was a quakeress to her! At every jump she takes, my heart leaps also. Pray, pray, pray take in some canvas. You think you be sailing, but you are committing suicide. They mind me no more than stones. Oh! oh! I am out of Danger's frying-pan into its fire! Peter Stuckey will be a murtherer after all! What a set of dare-devils! They grin like baboons whilst she is driving with half her deck under water! I will shut mine eyes and hold fast by something. I am worse than ever. I give myself up, Oh! oh! what an awful roaring, hissing, grinding noise we are come into! The bottom of the sea is coming out, or else the bottom of the boat! Hah! Help! help! I am heels upward! Why did not some kindly soul forewarn me that she was going to stop short on the beach? Stand all aside, and let me leap upon the sand. Ah! I have made my nose spout gore in my over-haste to kiss my native land! Blessed be dry ground! Farewell ocean! farewell Jung Vrouw and Lively Nancy! Take my advice, and get married both of you to young farmers. Farewell ye hang-dogs that saved me! Share my blessing amongst you; 'tis all I have upon me or in me. Farewell Neptune! We'll part friends. If you ever come to Cropton-le-Moor, I shall be glad to see you, and not till then. Hans! Jan! Pieter! farewell one and all of you; " and if a merry meeting may be wished, God prohibit it." Now for a sweet, safe, still, silent land-bed! Set me but within a run and a jump of one, and in two clipped current minutes I will be fast asleep in it, even like the Irishman who forgot to say his prayers, but remembered to say amen. "WHY DON'T YOU LOOK OUT FOR WORK?" 138 POETRY, PROSE, AND WORSE. "Esaad Kiuprili solicited in verse permission to resign the government of Candia. The Grand Vizier, Hafiz Pasha, addressed a Ghazel to the Sultan to urge the necessity of greater activity in military preparations; and Murad, himself a poet, answered likewise in rhyme. Ghazi Gherai clothed in Ghazels his official complaint to the Sultan's preceptor. The Grand Vizier, Mustafa Pasha Bahir, made his reports to the Sultan in verse."-Vide VON HAMMER on Othoman Literature in the Athenæum, for Nov. 14, 1835. O TURKEY! how mild are thy manners, Thy Sultan rejects—he refuses Gives orders to bowstring his man; But he still will coquet with the Muses, |