236 STORM-BOUND. 
“While the seamen, 
Like true freemen, 
Battle bravely with the Demon 
Of the storm, who strives to keep them 
From their harbor in the bay. 
“For 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 Kendal Brown. - 
« “Tn his trouble— 
Now made double, 
‘Since his last hope proved a bubble— 
To his aid came Beadle Johnnie, 
In his parish right-hand man. 
