To be Chancellor again.
——:o:——
Afloat.
In the steamer, O my darling! when the foghorns scream and blow,
And the footsteps of the steward softly come and softly go.
When the passengers are groaning with a deep and sincere woe,
Will you think of me and love me, as you did not long ago?
In the cabin, O my darling! think not bitterly of me,
Though I rushed away and left you in the middle of our tea:
I was seized with a sudden longing to gaze upon the damp, deep sea—