Devoutly do I hope that the kettle, though a great vocalist, will never thus appropriate the old Sea Songs of England. In the words of an old Greenwich pensioner—“Steamin and biling does very well for Urn Bay, and the likes;” but the craft does not look regular and shipshape to the eye of a tar who has sailed with Duncan, Howe, and Jarvis—and who would rather even go without port than have it through a funnel.
FOR CORK.
A LAY OF REAL LIFE.
“Some are born with a wooden spoon in their mouths, and some with a golden ladle.”—GOLDSMITH.
“Some are born with tin rings in their noses, and some with silver ones.”—SILVERSMITH.
WHO ruined me ere I was born,