In order to illustrate the work of the navy during the period which intervened between the close of the French war and the beginning of the Russian war four other ballads have been inserted. One, entitled _General Campbell_, describes the part taken by the navy in the capture of Rangoon in 1824. A second, _The Borneo Heroes_, narrates an incident in the suppression of piracy in the Eastern seas, viz. the fight at Malluda Bay on August 19, 1845. The third, entitled _The Slave Chase_, illustrates the suppression of the slave trade. From the style it is clearly an imitation of one of Macaulay’s _Lays_; however, it is a spirited thing, and was a great favourite with the late Captain Montagu Burrows, who served for some time in African waters. It was also a popular favourite, and was very often reprinted by Fortey, Such, and the later publishers of street ballads. Arctic exploration is illustrated by a fourth, which celebrates the return of Ross in 1833 and the welcome he received at home (pp. 330-334). Another incident, in the search for the North-West Passage, namely the voyage of Sir John Franklin, and the long continued efforts to discover his fate also attracted the attention of the writers of street ballads; but neither _Lady Franklin’s Lament_ nor the _Lament on the Fate of Sir John Franklin and his crew_ deserve reprinting. The last was written in 1860; ten years later the old street ballads practically became extinct. Once they had been the instrument used to convey information about public events to the people, but that function had now passed to the cheap newspapers. Popular opinion had found other modes of expression, and as songs they had been superseded by the more taking melodies of the music-halls. Sir Cyprian Bridge speaks of the ‘general taking over of the songs of the music-hall of late by sailors.’ The process began long ago. Captain Glascock in 1834 noted the supersession of the old naval songs by ditties fashionable at the moment on shore. ‘For the whole three years as I sarv’d in that there _March-o’-Mind man-o’-war_ I was tellin’ ye about I never hears so much as a sailor’s song--a song as ye could call a reg’lar built seaman’s stave.’ ‘No, Ned, you doesn’t now often hear the staves as we used to sing in the war--you never now hears _Will ye go to Cawsin Bay, Billy Bo, Billy Bo!_--nor the _Saucy Arethusa_--nor the _Bold Brittany_--_Black colours under her mizen did fly_--_From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues_, an’ many more of the sim’lar sort.’