Full of sympathy, as Leech was, for human suffering, and frequently as he dealt with sea-sickness, he certainly never showed the least pity for the sufferers by that miserable malady. Its ludicrous aspect was irresistible to him, as numbers of illustrations sufficiently prove, and none more perfectly than the one introduced in this place, with the title of "Love on the Ocean," representing a couple evidently married on the morning of this tempestuous day. "Why, oh why," I can hear the unhappy bridegroom say to himself, "did we not arrange to pass our honeymoon in some pleasant place in England, and so have avoided crossing this dreadful sea?" To be ill in the dear presence of--oh, horror! And the lady is so unconscious, so serenely unconscious, of the impending catastrophe! She enjoys the sea, and, being of a poetical turn, she thus improves the occasion: "Oh, is there not something, dear Augustus, truly sublime in the warring of the elements?" [Illustration: "BUT AUGUSTUS'S HEART WAS TOO FULL TO SPEAK."] Let anyone who suffers at sea fancy what it is to be spoken to at all, when the fearful sensations, the awful precursors of the inevitable, have full possession of him, and then to suffer in the very presence of the dear creature from whom every human weakness has been hitherto carefully hidden! The drawing is followed by a poem, in which the position of the unhappy Augustus is described. He could not speak in reply to his bride's appeal; in the words of the poet: "She gazed upon the wave, Sublime she declared it; But no reply he gave-- He could not have dared it. "Oh, then, 'Steward!' he cried, With deepest emotion; Then tottered to the side, And leant o'er the ocean." Poor miserable Augustus! his face is pale as death, his treasured locks blown out of shape; his eyeglass swings in the wind; the distant steamer is making mad plunges into the heaving wave; the rain falls, and let us hope the romantic bride turns away as her young husband "leans o'er the ocean."