Only with Peggy and with health, I’d never wish for state or wealth; Talking of having health and more pence, I’d drink her health if I had fourpence. DUGGINS. Oh, how that day would seem to shine, If Sally’s banns were read with mine; She cries, when such a wish I carry, “Marry come up!” but will not marry. PAIN IN A PLEASURE-BOAT. A SEA ECLOCUE. “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! 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! 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! 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. Its neap, ye see, she’s heavy lade, and couldn’t pass the bar. MRS. F. The bar! what, roads with turnpikes too? I wonder where they are! BOATMAN. Ho! brig ahoy! hard up! hard up! that lubber cannot steer! MRS. F. Yes, yes,--hard up upon a rock! I know some danger’s near! Lord, there’s a wave! it’s coming in! and roaring like a bull! BOATMAN. Nothing, Ma’am, but a little slop! go large, Bill! keep her full! MRS. F. What, keep her full! what daring work! when full, she must go down! BOATMAN. Why, Bill, it lulls! ease off a bit--it’s coming off the town! Steady your helm! we’ll clear the _Pint_! lay right for yonder pink! MRS. F. Be steady--well, I hope they can! but they’ve got a pint of drink! BOATMAN. Bill, give that sheet another haul--she’ll fetch it up this reach. MRS. F. I’m getting rather pale, I know, and they see it by that speech! I wonder what it is, now, but--I never felt so queer! BOATMAN. Bill, mind your luff--why Bill, I say, she’s yawing--keep her near! MRS. F. Keep near! we’re going further off; the land’s behind our backs. BOATMAN. Be easy, Ma’am, it’s all correct, that’s only ‘cause we tacks: We shall have to beat about a bit,--Bill, keep her out to sea. MRS. F. Beat who about? keep who at sea?--how black they look at me! BOATMAN. It’s veering round--I knew it would! oft with her head! stand by! MRS. F. Off with her head! whose? where? what with?--an axe I seem to spy! BOATMAN. She can’t not keep her own, you see; we shall have to pull her in! MRS. F. They’ll drown me, and take all I have! my life’s not worth a pin! BOATMAN.