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by a siphuncle near the dorsal margin. This any 
one will perceive is the character of the spirula of 
the Port Royal beach. 
But to return to the children picking shells.— 
How pleasant it is to see their bold gambols on the 
beach within the beat of the blustering surge. It is 
in the evening one mostly meets them. ‘The morne 
ing is the hour of the land-breeze. ‘he constant 
ocean wind by midday would be enticing, if there 
were any embowered shadows on the shore to rest 
in and enjoy it. We hear the nurses singing to their 
young charges in the pleasant blandness of the breeze 
at noontide, not on the beach, but within the long 
piazzas of the buildings overlooking the waters. I 
hardly know what approprixte songs they have to 
chime in with the wind’s lullaby, but I will give 
them one which they may find a tune to, if they 
will. 
THE CREOLE NURSE’S SONG TO THE 
SKA-BREEZE, 
Flutteringly, faintly, just up from the ocean, 
Freshly and fragrantly over the lea, 
The seasbreeze is coming, I see its lisht motion, 
A-stirring the leaves of the cocoa-nut tree. 
Tt comes and brings gladness to me and my baby; 
It comes and brings health to my baby and me; 
And fresh as a rose will the sun-light of day be,. 
Since stirring and up is the breeze from the sea. 
Look, see, how the light on the waters is dancing, 
Look, see, how the ripples run racing away ; 
How whiter and whiter the waves are advancing, 
And sinking and rising like lambkins at play : 
And hark at the breakers, but loud as they may be, 
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