[The Jackson-Harmsworth Expedition has started.]
Punch sleeps. The cheerful Sage has heard
That Jackson is about to start.
His sympathies are warmly stirred,
He hath the Windward's weal at heart.
He dreams: That block of dinner ice
Stirs arctic fancies in his breast.
He travels Pole-ward in a trice;
He joins the Jackson-Harmsworth quest.