And gets a kind of sort of a land-waiter And off I goes, and leaves the inn a-starn! My eyes! how she did pitch! And wouldn't keep her own to go in no line, And wasn't she trimendus slack in stays! We hadn't run a knot- -or much beyond— So I looks forward for her bridle-gears, The leather parts, And goes away right over by the ears! What could a fellow do, Whose legs, like mine, you know, were in the bilboes, But trim myself upright for bringing-to, And square his yard-arms, and brace up his elbows, Just while his craft was taking in her water? The chase had gain'd a mile A-head, and still the she-mare stood a-drinking: Her body didn't take of course to shrinking. Says I, she's letting out her reefs, I'm thinking— And so she swell'd, and swell'd, And yet the tackle held, 'Till both my legs began to bend like winkin. And her tarnation hull a-growing rounder! Well, there—off Hertford Ness, We lay both lash'd and water-logg'd together, And can't contrive a signal of distress; Thinks I, we must ride out this here foul weather, Tho' sick of riding out-and nothing less; When, looking round, I sees a man a-starn :Hollo! says I, come underneath her quarter! And hands him out my knife to cut the yarn. So I gets off, and lands upon the road, And leaves the she-mare to her own consarn, A-standing by the water. If I get on another, I'll be blow'd!— And that's the way, you see, my legs got bow'd! THE VOLUNTEER "The clashing of my armour in my ears Sounds like a passing bell; my buckler puts me THE LOVER'S PROGRESS. I "TWAS in that memorable year To make sad widows of our wives, II When coats were made of scarlet cloaks, I listed in the Lawyer's Corps, III One dreary day—a day of dread, Like Cato's, over-cast About the hour of six, (the morn And I were breaking fast,) There came a loud and sudden sound, That struck me all aghast ! IV A dismal sort of morning roll, V My jaws with utter dread enclos'd And terror lock'd them up so tight, My very teeth went crunching All through my bread and tongue at once, Like sandwich made at lunching. VI My hand that held the tea-pot fast, Kept pouring, pouring, pouring o'er The cup in one long eddy, Till both my hose were mark'd with tea, As they were mark'd already. VII I felt my visage turn from red VIII And looking forth with anxious eye, I saw our melancholy corps, Going to beds all gory; IX The captain march'd as mourners march, And many more, although they were X But while I watch'd, the thought of death Came like a chilly gust, And lo! I shut the window down, With very little lust To join so many marching men, That soon might be March dust. XI Quoth I, "Since Fate ordains it so, Our foe the coast must land on" ;— I cared not to abandon; Our hearths and homes are always things That patriots make a stand on. XII "The fools that fight abroad for home," The mirror here confirm'd me this XIII For there, where I was wont to shave, And deck me like Adonis, There stood the leader of our foes, With vultures for his cronies No Corsican, but Death himself, The Bony of all Bonies. |