To be raffled for— On Thursday next, June 7, at 2 o’clock, A Splendid Model of the _Lightning_, By 40 members, at 5/- each. Application for shares to be made at the printing office. HEALTH OFFICE WANTED. Swabbers to assist at the force pump and relieve two saloon passengers, who work with indefatigable zeal. Application to be made to Dr. Colquhoun and Mr. Winter at 5 a.m. any morning. The above is capital exercise, strongly recommended. WANTED. A washerwoman—one accustomed to get up gentlemen’s linen preferred. Apply to Mr. NECK, _Chief Steward_. FOR SALE. Opossum Rugs. Apply to MR. FYSH, second cabin tween decks. FOUND. By the Boatswain of this ship, a coat with a pair of pincers in the pocket. The owner can have the same by paying expenses. AUCTION. On Wednesday next, at 2 p.m., a Public Auction will be held on the poop, when a large and well selected assortment of merchandise will be submitted to public competition by— CHARLES ROBIN, _Auctioneer_. Auctioneer’s Address—No. 5 After Saloon Stateroom. _Riddles and Epigrams_, so numerous in the _Gazette_, were not, however, to be found on the ship’s notice board. The riddles are mostly very feeble, many of them making great play with the ship’s name, thus:— Why is the Commander of our ship like the electric wire? _Ans._—Because he is a Lightning conductor. But there is a rather more interesting one of the times:— Why is a scolding wife like American steamers? _Ans._—Because she is fond of blowing up. The epigrams are better, as follows:— Upon seeing a lady filling a gentleman’s pipe on board the _Lightning_— “I would that ladies’ hands might find Something worthier to stuff Nor give to those who are inclined An opportunity to puff.” and— Upon seeing a young lady printing the _Lightning Gazette_:— “An angel form in earthly mould Upon my ink has shed a blessing, And manly hearts to others cold Cannot resist when she is pressing.” =The Ship’s Band and Concerts, etc.= Perhaps the most important method of keeping an emigrant ship’s passengers amused was by means of the ship’s band, especially in those days when dancing was so popular, that even in bad weather the poops of these ships were always crowded with dancers every evening. Of course the bands provided were not quite on a par with those of present day leviathans crossing the Atlantic; the _Lightning_, for instance, rejoiced in the good old-fashioned German band, which used to be such an institution in the London streets and is now practically extinct. This band consisted of six musicians, and besides playing selections and accompaniments at the concerts, supplied the music for the daily dancing. In those days the polka was the great dance, the valse had not yet come into fashion and was not very well known, and instead of the romping lancers the stately quadrille was the order of the day.