Oh! Pilgrim, thy fears let these annals remove,
For day to the skies will tranquillity bring;

This ftorm but declares that refentment and love

Still gnaw the proud heart of the cruel Cloud-King.*

* Left my readers should mistake the drift of the foregoing tale, and suppose its moral to rest upon the danger in which Romilda was involved by her infolence and prefumption, I think it neceffary to explain, that my object in writing this ftory, was to fhew young ladies that it might poffibly, now and then, be of use to understand a little grammar; and it must be clear to every one, that my heroine would infallibly have been devoured by the dæmons, if she had not luckily understood the difference between the comparative and superlative degrees.

While thus he fits with tranquil look:
In twain the water flows;

Then, crown'd with reeds, from out the brook,

A lovely woman rofe.

To him fhe fung, to him fhe faid,

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--"Why tempt'ft thou from the flood,

By cruel arts of man betray'd,

"Fair youth, my scaly brood?

"Ah!

"Ah! knew'st thou how we find it sweet

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"Beneath the waves to go,

Thyfelf would leave the hook's deceit, "And live with us below

"Love not their splendour in the main
"The fun and moon to lave?
"Look not their beams as bright again,
"Reflected on the wave?

"Tempts not this river's glaffy blue,

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So cryftal, clear and bright?

"Tempts not thy fhade, which bathes in dew, "And fhares our cool delight?"

The water rufh'd, the water fwell'd,
The fisherman fat nigh;

With wifhful glance the flood beheld,
And long'd the wave to try.

To him she said, to him fhe fung,
The river's guileful queen :
Half in he fell, half in he fprung,
And never more was feen.

No.

LANDLORD, another bowl of punch, and comrades fill your glaffes!

First in another bumper toaft our pretty abfent laffes,
Then hear how fad and ftrange a fight my chance it was to

fee,

While lately, in the Lovely Nan,' returning from Goree!

As all alone at dead of night along the deck I wander'd, And now I whistled, now on home and Polly Parfons ponder'd,

Sudden a ghaftly form appear'd, in dripping trowsers rigg'd, And foon, with strange surprise and fear, Jack Tackle's ghoft I twigg'd.

"Dear

"Dear Tom," quoth he," I hither come a doleful tale

to tell ye !

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"A monftrous fifh has fafely ftow'd your comrade in his

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belly;

Groggy last night, my luck was fuch, that overboard I flid,

"When a shark fnapp'd and chew'd me, just as now you chew that quid.

"Old Nick, who feem'd confounded glad to catch my foul a napping,

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Straight tax'd me with that buxom dame, the tailor's wife.

at Wapping;

"In vain I begg'd, and fwore, and jaw'd, Nick no excufe

would hear;

Quoth he, You lubber, make your will, and dam'me, he,downwards fteer.'

"Tom, to the 'forefaid tailor's wife I leave my worldly

riches,

"But keep yourself, my faithful friend, my bran-new linen breeches ;

"Then, when you wear them, fometimes give one thought to Jack that's dead,

"Nor leave thofe galligafkins off while there remains one thread."

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