1844.

And wondering cried, "Potztausend,
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 thereafter
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!

And when, its force expended,

The harmless storm was ended,
And as the sunrise splendid
Came blushing o'er the sea;
I thought, as day was breaking,
My little girls were waking,
And smiling, and making
A prayer at home for me.

PEG OF LIMAVADDY.

RIDING from Coleraine

(Famed for lovely Kitty),

Came a Cockney bound

Unto Derry city; Weary was his soul,

Shivering and sad, he

Bumped along the road

Leads to Limavaddy.

Mountains stretch'd around,
Gloomy was their tinting,
And the horse's hoofs

Made a dismal clinting;

Wind upon the heath

Howling was and piping, On the heath and bog,

Black with many a snipe in.

Mid the bogs of black,

Silver pools were flashing, Crows upon their sides

Picking were and splashing.

Cockney on the car

Closer folds his plaidy, Grumbling at the road

Leads to Limavaddy.

Through the crashing woods Autumn brawl'd and bluster'd, Tossing round about

Leaves the hue of mustard; Yonder lay Lough Foyle,

Which a storm was whipping, Covering with mist

Lake, and shores and shipping. Up and down the hill

(Nothing could be bolder), Horse went with a raw

Bleeding on his shoulder. "Where are horses changed?"

Said I to the laddy Driving on the box: "Sir, at Limavaddy."

Limavaddy inn's

But a humble bait-house,

Where you may procure

Whisky and potatoes;

Landlord at the door

Gives a smiling welcome

To the shivering wights

Who to his hotel come.

Landlady within

Sits and knits a stocking,

With a wary foot

Baby's cradle rocking.

To the chimney nook

Having found admittance,

There I watch a pup

Playing with two kittens;

With a curtsey neat.
Greeting the new comer,
Lovely, smiling Peg

Offers me the rummer ;
But my trembling hand
Up the beaker tilted,
And the glass of ale

Every drop I spilt it:

Spilt it every drop

(Dames, who read my volumes,

Pardon such a word)

On my what-d'ye-call-'ems!

Witnessing the sight

Of that dire disaster,

Out began to laugh

Missis, maid, and master;

Such a merry peal

'Specially Miss Peg's was,

(As the glass of ale

Trickling down my legs was,)

That the joyful sound

Of that mingling laughter

Echoed in my ears

Many a long day after.

Such a silver peal!

In the meadows listening, You who've heard the bells

Ringing to a christening; You who ever heard

Caradori pretty,

Smiling like an angel,

Singing "Giovinetti ;"