Looking eagerly out of the window, he saw a whale very nicely dressed in a perfectly-fitting frock-coat and wearing a beautifully glossy new top hat; he had a gold-headed umbrella tucked under one fin, and was followed by a crowd of small fishes who were evidently trying to attract his attention, but of whom he was not taking the slightest notice. He raised his hat, though, and bowed very affably as the crowd on the boat cheered him. “His Marine Highness is looking very well, isn’t he?” inquired a gentlemanly-looking Whiting of Boy, as the Prince of Whales disappeared from view. “Very well indeed,” replied Boy; “he seems to be very popular,” he added. “Oh yes, he is,” replied the Whiting. “He is a capital fellow, and does an immense amount of good. He is on his way now to open the New Home for Distressed Barnacles, I believe.” An American King Crab, sitting near, remarked in a loud voice that he “didn’t believe in Princes.” “I guess we can do without them 011 our side of the herring pond,” he said contemptuously, and then went over to speak to a small Oyster who was sitting the other side of the boat. Boy was rather interested in the King Crab, never having seen one of these curious-looking creatures before, so he walked over too, just in time to hear him say to the Oyster,-- “Native of these parts, 1 presume, stranger?” The Oyster bowed. “Wal, no offence to you, but I guess we’ve got Oysters over our side of the Atlantic that could knock you into fits. Why, we’ve got’em so big over there that it takes two men and a boy to swallow one of them.” “I’ve heard my Uncle say,” remarked Boy pleasantly, that most things in America are on a very large scale; I suppose he must have been thinking of those oysters.” “Yes, Siree, I guess your Uncle’s right. I reckon that our country is going to lick creation before long,” said the American King Crab, walking away and looking very pleased. “There, now you’ve made him happy,” said the Oyster, laughing. “Why, what have I done?” asked Boy innocently. “Why, Americans are always very glad to hear their country praised, you know,” said the Oyster; “let’s come on deck and hear the singing.” Boy very readily followed him on to the deck where they found a crowd gathered around a couple of Soles with black faces, dressed in nigger costumes, who were singing to the accompaniment of a guitar the following song:-- THE GREAT SEA SERPENT. ```"I will sing a funny song ```Of a serpent of the sea, ```Which the sailors all declare ```They have often seen disporting, ```As they sailed in foreign parts, ```Here and there and everywhere.= ```"And when editors of papers ```Have no other news than this, ```They will always find a space ```For the story of a Captain, ```A Lieutenant, or a Mate, ```How this Monster they did face.= ```"And these stories vary strangely, ```As such stories ofttimes do, ```And they none of them agree ```As to length, or the appearance, ```Or in details such as these,