212 SALMON FISHING IN CANADA. 



verses were composed ; at all events I find them amongst 

 my memoranda in the handwriting of one of the finest 

 fellows who composed that happy party. 



VEESES AGAINST THE ART OF NAVIGATION. 



"Ah sure the greedy wretch is pent 

 In endless chains of deep damnation, 

 Who first to plague us did invent 

 The cursed art of Navigation ! 



"When to the wind we spread our sails, 

 Along the pathless ocean strolling, 

 Crammed in a tub stuck full of nails, 

 Like Regulus, we die by rolling. 



" The race of man, in ancient times, 

 Were bent on rapine and on slaughter, 

 But Heaven, in vengeance for their crimes, 

 Decreed their fate, and sent salt water. 



" Of all the heavy judgments passed 

 On Egypt for her sins renowned, 

 Salt water was reserved the last, 

 And Pharaoh and his host were drowned. 



" And now that we are turned to fish, 

 And with the scurvy grown all scaly, 

 We make for sharks a curious dish, 

 Whilst overboard we're tumbled daily. 



" All you who on the land abide, 

 Our element to mourn us borrow, 

 Let fall of tears, a briny tide, 

 Salt water is the sign of sorrow." 



The poor fellow's leave must have expired, and his spirits 

 been very low, when he gave vent to such despondent abuse 



