23G STORM-BOUND. 



11 While the seamen, 

 Like true freemen, 

 Battle bravely with the Demon 

 Of the storm, who strives to keep tkem 

 From their harbor in the bay. 



Tor this reason 

 One bad season, 

 (If to say so be not treason,) 

 In an island town the people 

 Were reduced to great distress. 



*' Though on mainland 

 They would fain land, 

 They were storm-bound in their ain land, 

 Where each luxury was little, 

 And grew beautifully less. 



" But whose sorrow, 

 That sad morrow, 

 When no man could beg or borrow 

 From a friend's repository, 

 Equall'd theirs who craved for snuff. 



" But, most sadden'd, 

 Nearly madden'd 



For the lack of that which gladden'd 

 His proboscis, was the parson, 

 Hight the Rev'rend Neil Macduff. 



" If a snuffer, 

 Though no puffer, 



You may guess what pangs he'd suffer 

 In his journey through a snow-drift, 

 Visiting a neighboring town. 



" From his rushing 

 For some sneishing; 

 But his choring and his fishing 

 Could procure no Toddy's Mixture, 

 Moist Rappee, or Eendal Brown. 



" In his trouble- 

 Now made double, 



Since his last hope proved a bubble 

 To his aid came Beadle Johnnie, 

 In his parish right-hand man. 



