Abroad

The sea is calm, and clear the sky—only a few clouds scudding by: The Passengers look bright, and say, Are we not lucky in the day! The Mate stands in the wheelhouse there, and turns the wheel with watchful care: Steering to-day is work enough; what must it be when weather's rough? Look at him in his sheltered place— he hasn't got a merry face— 'Tis not such fun for him , you know, he goes so often to and fro. Nellie and Father, looking back, glance at the vessel's lengthening track— How far, says Nellie, we have come! good-bye, good-bye, dear English home! Dennis and Rose and Mabel, walking upon the deck, are gaily talking— Says Mabel, No one must forget to call my new doll 'Antoinette'; Travelling in France, 'twould be a shame for her to have an English name. Says Dennis, Call her what you will, so you be English 'Mabel' still. Says Rose, to Dennis drawing nigher, I think the wind is getting higher; If a gale blows, do you suppose, we shall be wrecked? asks little Rose.