I thought that he had grown delirious; so, in order to soothe him as much as possible, I forced my hand under his shirt-collar, and what do you think I found? Why, a PIGTAIL—his pigtail, which he had contrived to conceal between his shirt and his skin, when the barbarous order of the Admiralty had been put into execution.
A NAUTICAL TALE.
SONGS FOR THE SENTIMENTAL.
No. II.
You say you would find
But one, and one only,
Who’d feel without you
That the revel was lonely: