ADVENTURERS.

It must have been off a pirate trip,

In a life forgot 'o me,

That I saw the Barbary pirate ship

Come close-hauled out of the sea;

She crawled in under a goat-cropped scaur

Beneath the fisher-huts,

And she sent a dozen o' men ashore

To fill her water-butts.

I clambered up where the cliff sprung sheer

Till I looked upon her decks

And saw the plunder of half-a-year

And the loot of her scuttled wrecks;

There were gems and ivory, plate and pearl,

And Tyrian rugs a-pile,

And, set in the midst, was a milk-white girl,

The loot of a Grecian isle.

As white as the breasted terns that flit

Was the smooth arm's rounded shape

As she idly played with a pomegranate

To anger a chained grey ape;

And her Sun-God's self for diadem

Had kissed her curls to gold;

But blue--sea-blue as the sapphire gem,

Her eyes were cold, sea-cold.

And, gleam of shoulder and glint of tress,

They sailed ere the sun went down

And sold her, same as a black negress,

For the marts o' Carthage town,

Where she lived, mayhap, of her indolent grace,

Content with her silks and rings,

Or rose, by way of her wits, to place

Her foot on the necks of kings.

The deuce can tell you how this may be,

'Tis far as I take the tale;

For it's lives upon lives ago, you see,

That the Barbary men set sail;

So I only know she was ivory white,

As white as a sea-bird lone;

And her eyes were wonderful blue and bright

And hard as a sapphire stone.

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The New Rowing.

"Give a last pull at the oar with clenched teeth and knit

muscles."--_The Young Man._

_The Cork Examiner_ on Sir PERCY SCOTT'S letter:--

"'If a battleships is not safe either on the high seas or in

rabour,' he asks, 'what is the use of a battlesh?'"

To be more accurate, this is how one puts it to one's neighbour after

dinner, when--the ladies having removed themselves, and the necessity

for mere social chit-chat being over--we men are at last able to devote

ourselves to the affairs of empire.

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[Illustration: LIGHT CAR TRIALS.

_Spectator_ (_to exhausted competitor reduced to running on trial

hill_). "WHAT WOULD YOU SAY IF THAT CAR RAN AWAY FROM YOU?"

_Competitor._ "THANK HEAVEN!"]

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