A truly affecting copy of verses, made by a British Tar in Spit-head
last August, and corked up in a bottle, floated to the end of the Herne
Bay Pier last week. The bottle was speedily uncorked, in a vague
expectation of Cognac; but the finders, discovering that the only spirit
which it contained was the spirit of the verses, magnanimously
surrendered the whole to the board of Admiralty, as justly and legally
appertaining to that body. The Board, having sat upon the bottle (and
broken it), rose as soon as possible after instructing the First Lord to
transmit to us the poetry, with a polite note, stating how they had come
by it, and lamenting that the poet should have so obstinately adhered to
his peculiar mode of spelling the word "Yacht."