the strong ebb tide.

"An't this better than being on board with Vanslyperken, and your leave
stopped?" observed Moggy.

"Yes," replied the husband.

"And I not permitted to go on board to see my duck of a husband--
confound his snivelling carcase?" continued Moggy.

"Yes," replied Jemmy, thoughtfully.

"And in company with that supernatural cur of his?"

Jemmy nodded his head, and then in his abstraction touched the strings
of his violin.

"They say that you are clever with your instrument, Mr Salisbury,"
observed Nancy Corbett.

"That he is," replied Moggy; "and he sings like a darling duck. Don't
you, Jemmy, my dear?"

"Quack, quack," replied Jemmy.

"Well, Mr Salisbury, there's no boat that I can see near us, or even in
sight; and if there was it were little matter. I suppose you will let
me hear you, for I shall have little opportunity after this?"

"With all my heart," replied Jemmy; who, taking up his fiddle, and
playing upon the strings like a guitar, after a little reflection, sang
as follows:--

Bless my eyes, how young Bill threw his shiners away,
As he drank and he danced, when he first came on shore!
It was clear that he fancied that with his year's pay,
Like the Bank of Old England, he'd never he poor.
So when the next day, with a southerly wind in
His pockets, he came up, my rhino to borrow
"You're welcome," says I, "Bill," as I fork'd out the tin,
"But when larking to-day--don't _forget there's to-morrow_."

When our frigate came to from a cruise in the west,
And her yards were all squared, her sails neatly furl'd
Young Tom clasped his Nancy, so loved, to his breast,
As if but themselves there was none in the world.
Between two of the guns they were fondly at play,
All billing and kissing, forgetting all sorrow
"Love, like cash," says I, "Nan, may all go in a day,
While you hug him so close--don't _forget there's to-morrow_."

When a hurricane swept us smack smooth fore and aft,
When we dash'd on the rock, and we flounder'd on shore,
As we sighed for the loss of our beautiful craft,
Convinced that the like we should never see more,
Says I, "My good fellows," as huddled together,
They shiver'd and shook, each phiz black with sorrow,
"Remember, it's not to be always foul weather,
So with ill-luck to-day--don't forget _there's to-morrow_."

"And not a bad hint, neither, Mr Salisbury," said Nancy, when Jemmy
ceased. "You sailors never