The Chirpy Man. Yes, I'm comin' to set down a bit. Not so much motion 'ere, yer know. No use trying to smoke in this breeze. No, I was on'y yawning. Makes yer sleepy, this see-saw does. Don't you find it so?
Mate (to Sailor). Now, WILLIAM, it's your turn—you're goin' to sing us something?
William (gruffly). No, I ain't. But there's a gen'lman 'ere as says he'll recite.
[After some persuasion, a Mild Young Man is induced to step forward on the foredeck, and recite as follows:—
The Mild Young Man (balancing himself with some difficulty).
"Pirate, that's what I was, Sir. Talk about Captain KIDD—
His cruellest acts were kindness, compared with the deeds I did!
Never a pitying pang felt I for youth, sex, age, or rank—
All who fell into my clutches were doomed to pace a protruded plank!
Yet the desperate demon of those days is now a Churchwarden mild,