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room, stopped the engines, and placed his assistant* in charge. He then gained tho deck, and attempted to lower a boat and pull to the rescue. There were five boats on board, and each was tried in succession, the crew of the Spaniard meanwhile doing all in their power t<> prevent them from using their boats. A return was made to the first one, as ij; appeared to be the easiest to lower. The Spaniards drew their knives, but a few blows from the fists of the English crew drove them off, although, they were about three to one. The boat was rapidly pulled off to the rescue, and both captain and steward got aboard in a comatose condition. They wore scarcely restored to consciousness even when landed next morning at Gibraltar. The captain and c v ew lost everything they possessed, and stand very little chance of recovering anything from a Spanish court of law. The owners, however, were insured.

TO A BLACK GIN. - Daughter of Eve, draw near ; I would behold thee. Good life ! could ever arm of man enfold thee? Did the same nature that made Pbyrne mould thee? Come thou to leeward ; forthybalmypresenee Savonreth not a whit of mille-fleurescence : My nosa is no insentent excrescence. Thou art not beautiful, I tell thee plainly ; 0 thou tragainliest of things ungainly, Who thinks the leBS than, hideous dotes insanely. Most unsesthetical of things terrestinl, Hadst thon indeed an origin celestial ? Thy lineaments are positively bestial. Yet thon my sister art. the clergy tell me, Though, truth to state, thy brutish looks compel me To hope these parsons merely want to sell me. A hundred times and more I've heard and read it, But if St Paul himself came down and said it, Upon my soul, I could not give it credit. " God's image cut in ebony," says some oce, Tis to be hoped some day thou mayst become one, The present image is a very rum one. Thy face, "tho human face divine!" Oh Moses ! 1 can't get over it ; which, I suppose, is Becauso no bridge upon thy sunken nose is. Thy nose appeareth but a transverse section; Thy mouth has no particular direction— A flabby-rimmed abyss of imperfection. Thy skull development my eye displeases, Thou wilt not suffer much from brain diseases, Thy facial angle forty-five degrees is. The coarseness of thy tresses is distressing, t With grease and raddle firmly coalescing ; I cannon laud thy system of ••top-dress-ing." Thy dress is somewhat scant for proper feeling — As is thy flesh, too— scarce thy bones concealing; Thy calves unquestionably want re-vealing. Thy mangy bkin is hideous with tattooing, And legible wiMi hieroglyphic wooing— Sweet things in art of some fierce lover's . doing. For thon some lover hast, I bet a guinea, Some partner in thy fetid ignominy. The "raison d'etre" of this piccaninny — What must ho be .whose eye thou hast delighted, His sense of beauty hopelessly benighted. The canons of his taste how badly sighted. What must his gauge be if thy features pleased him? If lordship of such limbs as thine appeased him, It was not "calf love" certainly that seized him. And doth he smooth thine hours with oily talking ? And take thee conjugally out a-walking ? And crown thy transports with a tomakawking? I guess his love and anper are combined so, | uw passions on thy shoulders are defined so, His " passsages of love" are " underlined" so. Tell me thy name— What, Helen? (Oh CEnonoi That name bequeathed to one so foul and bony, Avengeth well thy ruptured matrimony). Eve's daughter, with that skull and that complexion What principle of " natural selection " Gave thee with. Eve the most remote connexion ? Sister of h E L— of Airs Stowe too— Of E. E, Browning — Harriet Martineau, too, i Do theologians know where fibbers go to ? Of dear, George Fliofc, whom I worship daily— Of Charlotte Bronte aud Joanna Baillie — Metninks that theory is rather scaly. Thy primal parents came a period later, The handiwork of some vile imitator; I fear they had had the devil's "imprimatur." This is the retrospect. Now, what's before thee? The white man's heaven, I fear, would simply bore thee ; Ten minutes of doxology would floor thee. Thy paradise should be a land of Goshen, Why appetite should be thy sole devotion, And surfeit be the climax of emotion. A land of bunya-bunyas towering splendid, Of " sugar bags " on every tree suspended, A paradise of sleep and riot blended ; Of tons of baccy, and tons more to follow ; Of waUabyas much as thou conld'st swallow; Of hollow trees, with 'possums in the hollow. There, undismayed by frost, or flood, or thunder, As joyous as tbe skies thou roamest under, There shouldst thou— Cooey ! Stop ; She 'b off I No wonder. , J Brunton Stephens, Queensland, 22nd September. riHAELO CLARSON. STOREKEEPER. DRAPER, IRONMONGER, and BAKER, Duffer Crook. Gold Bought. Bread delivered to all parts of the Distric ILLIAMB. STENHOUSE, last heard of at Juno Creak, Queensland - Write to your uncle, J. Trace, Anaus Ornvß, Greymonth.