"The grog slops over the fiddles
With the violins of the gale:
Two bitts are on the quarterdeck,
The seamen grouse and quail.

"The anchor has been catted,
The timid ratlines flee,
Careening and carousing
She yaws upon the sea.

"The skipper lies in the scupper,
The barque is lost in the bight;
The bosun calls for a basin--
This is a terrible night.

"The wenches man the winches,
The donkey men all bray--"
... I hankered to be anchored
In safety in the bay!


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A SUBURBAN SENTIMENTALIST


That wild and engaging region known as the Salamis Estates has