166 ISLES OF SUililEE. 



Instantly, upon his giving utterance to the last word of the 

 last line, a lady added as a refrain or snapper, — *'my mudder I"' 

 borrowing it from a tenderly filial poem which little Sankey 

 sometimes gave us, standing in a chair in the court of the hotel. 

 It would have brought down the house had there been one. 



This caused the crank of another mill to revolve, and the fol- 

 lowing stanza was thereupon ground out: 



Who learned us all this much to tell, 

 While sailing in the gay Gazelle, 

 And o'er us came this magic spell? 

 My mudder. 



After the laughter and applause had sufficiently subsided, a 

 third stanza was added by still another of our happy group, as 

 our yacht glided before the wind. 



To landsmen all we say, farewell ! 



Your troubled hearts you now may quell, 



With Capt. Amos all is well ; 



My mudder. 



A lady contributed in pencil the following, which was read by 

 the keeper of the Log: 



A POEM. Canto I. 



It was in breezy, blustering March 



That we, a jolly crew. 

 Went sailing in the gay Gazelle 



Upon the waters blue. 



To be continued. 



This literary gem was deemed all that could be expected in 

 such a climate as the result of mill work for one forenoon. 



