fishermen's memorial and record book. 



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•* All my baby-se-wing finished, I am knitting, 

 only knitting. 

 For he loves to find me idle-like when com- 

 ing home from eca ; 



The single sail I look for's a long time a-com- 



But a day without my needle Is a weary one 

 to me," 



All the apple blooma are fallen and the idle 

 bees arc dreaming. 

 And deserted is the orchard by the sail-for- 

 saken sea; 

 The only ship she looked for Is anchored in the 

 harbor, 

 And a sailor Bits at supper with a happy 

 vis-a-vts. 



The Independent. 



SK3PPSR CHARLEY OF CLOUCSSTSH TOWN. 



BT GEORGE H. PBOCTER. 



iT^-f- 



Don't you know skipper Charley, of Glouces- 

 ter town, 

 A jolly old fellow of upwards fourscore, 

 Whose snug little cot, weather-beaten and 

 brown, 

 Stands at Eastern Point, close down by the 

 bhore ? 



Skipper Charlie's first trip was in eighteen 



two. 



In the jigger " lantha," which for those times 



Was a crack little craft; and he will toll you, 



He was ten years old when he first pulled the 



lines. 



