Canton was soon most thoroughly block-aided!
ODE TO THE SEA:
(WITH INTERRUPTIONS).
Written on Margate sands, by Miss Belinda Bucklersbury.
Oh! lovely Sea; sweet daughter of the sky!
To thee I pour my soul; on thee I cry:
Oh! let some sister Naïad float this way,
Lend me her wand, then 'mid the waves I'll stray.
[Here you are, my lady. Bathe you for a shilling. Comfortablest machine on the beach; and no hextry charge for soap and towels.]
Oh! for the merry sea-bird's wing, to fly