PAIN IN A PLEASURE-BOAT.
A SEA ECLOGUE.
“I apprehend you!”—SCHOOL OF REFORM.
BOATMAN.
SHOVE off there!—ship the rudder, Bill—cast off! she’s under way!
 MRS. F.
She’s under what?—I hope she’s not! good gracious, what a spray!
[Pg 108]
BOATMAN.
Run out the jib, and rig the boom! keep clear of those two brigs!
 MRS. F.
I hope they don’t intend some joke by running of their rigs!
 
SEE-VIEW:—BROAD STARES.
BOATMAN.
Bill, shift them bags of ballast aft—she’s rather out of trim!
 MRS. F.
Great bags of stones! they’re pretty things to help a boat to swim!
BOATMAN.
The wind is fresh—if she don’t scud, it’s not the breeze’s fault!
 MRS. F.
Wind fresh, indeed, I never felt the air so full of salt!
[Pg 109]
BOATMAN.
That Schooner, Bill, harn’t left the roads, with oranges and nuts!
 MRS. F.
If seas have roads, they’re very rough—I never felt such ruts!
BOATMAN.
It’s neap, ye see, she’s heavy lade, and couldn’t pass the bar.
 MRS. F.
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