SCENE vu PART FIRST
he was their salvation after death as he had been in the fight. If he could have knowed it, 'twould have pleased him down to the ground! How 'a would have laughed through the spigot-hole: "Draw on, my hearties!" Better I shrivel than you famish." Ha-ha !
It may be defendable afloat; but it seems queer ashore.
Well, that's as I had it from one that knows—Bob Loveday of Overcombe—one of the " Victory " men that's going to walk in the funeral. However, let's touch a livelier string. Peter Green, strike up that new ballet that they've lately had prented here, and were hawking about town last market-day.
With all my heart. Though my wyndpipe's a bit clogged since the wars have made beer so mortal small!
THE NIGHT OF TRAFALGAR
In the wild October night-time, when the wind raved
round the land, And the Back-sea1 met the Front-sea, and our doors
were blocked with sand, And we heard the drub of Dead-man's Bay, where
bones of thousands are, We knew not what the day had done for us at
1 In those days the hind-part of the harbour adjoining this scene was so named, and at high tides the waves washed across the isthmus at a point called "The Narrows.