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THE WHITE SQUALL.

ON deck, beneath the awning,
I dozing lay and yawning;
It was the grey of dawning,

Ere yet the sun arose ;
And above the funnel's roaring,
And the fitful wind's deploring,
I heard the cabin snoring

With universal nose.

I could hear the passengers snorting

I envied their disporting

Vainly I was courting

The pleasure of a doze!

So I lay, and wondered why light
Came not, and watched the twilight,
And the glimmer of the skylight,
That shot across the deck;
And the binnacle pale and steady,
And the dull glimpse of the dead-eye,
And the sparks in fiery eddy

That whirled from the chimney neck.

In our jovial floating prison
There was sleep from fore to mizen,

And never a star had risen

The hazy sky to speck.

Strange company we harboured;
We'd a hundred Jews to larboard,
Unwashed, uncombed, unbarbered-
Jews black, and brown, and gray;
With terror it would seize ye,
And make your souls uneasy,
To see those Rabbis greasy,

Who did nought but scratch and
Their dirty children puking-
Their dirty saucepans cooking-
Their dirty fingers hooking

Their swarming fleas away.

pray :

To starboard, Turks and Greeks were— Whiskered and brown their cheeks wereEnormous wide their breeks were,

Their pipes did puff away;
Each on his mat allotted

In silence smoked and squatted,
Whilst round their children trotted

In pretty, pleasant play.

He can't but smile who traces
The smiles on those brown faces,
And the pretty prattling graces
Of those small heathens gay.

And so the hours kept tolling,
And through the ocean rolling
Went the brave Iberia bowling

Before the break of day————

When A SQUALL, upon a sudden,
Came o'er the waters scudding;
And the clouds began to gather,
And the sea was lashed to lather,
And the lowering thunder grumbled,
And the lightning jumped and tumbled,

And the ship, and all the ocean,
Woke up in wild commotion.
Then the wind set up a howling,
And the poodle dog a yowling,
And the cocks began a crowing,
And the old cow raised a lowing,
As she heard the tempest blowing;
And fowls and geese did cackle,
And the cordage and the tackle
Began to shriek and crackle;

And the spray dashed o'er the funnels,
And down the deck in runnels;
And the rushing water soaks all,
From the seamen in the fo'ksal,
To the stokers whose black faces
Peer out of their bed-places;
And the captain he was bawling,
And the sailors pulling, hauling,
And the quarter-deck tarpauling
Was shivered in the squalling;
And the passengers awaken,
Most pitifully shaken;

And the steward jumps up, and hastens
necessary basins.

For the

Then the Greeks they groaned and quivered,
And they knelt, and moaned, and shivered,
As the plunging waters met them,
And splashed and overset them;
And they call in their emergence
Upon countless saints and virgins;
And their marrowbones are bended,
And they think the world is ended.

And the Turkish women for❜ard
Were frightened and behorror'd;
And shrieking and.bewildering,
The mothers clutched their children;

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Then all the fleas in Jewry
Jumped up and bit like fury;
And the progeny of Jacob
Did on the main-deck wake up
(I wot those greasy Rabbins

Would never pay for cabins);

And each man moaned and jabbered in

His filthy Jewish gaberdine,

In woe and lamentation,

And howling consternation.

And the splashing water drenches

Their dirty brats and wenches;

And they crawl from bales and benches,

In a hundred thousand stenches.

This was the White Squall famous,

Which latterly o'ercame us,

And which all will well remember

On the 28th September;

When a Prussian captain of Lancers

(Those tight-laced, whiskered prancers) Came on the deck astonished,

By that wild squall admonished,

And wondering cried, "Potz tausend,

Wie ist der Stürm jetzt brausend ? "
And looked at Captain Lewis,
Who calmly stood and blew his

Cigar in all the bustle,

And scorned the tempest's tussle,
And oft we've thought hereafter
How he beat the storm to laughter;

For well he knew his vessel

With that vain wind could wrestle;
And when a wreck we thought her,
And doomed ourselves to slaughter,
How gaily he fought her,

And through the hubbub brought her,

And as the tempest caught her,

Cried "GEORGE! SOME BRANDY AND WATER!"

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