y;'
The cackling old hen she began for to say."

The tune, as I still remember it, is as fine as the words--for fine they
certainly are, as an honest expression of opinion, capable of a large
application to other than foxes.

I cannot vouch for a like antiquity for the following sea-verses; but
they are so good that I venture to append them to their more ancient
brethren:--

"And now we haul to the 'Dog and Bell,'
Where there's good liquor for to sell;
In come old Archer with a smile,
Saying, 'Drink, my lads, 'tis worth your while.'

Ah! but when our money's all gone and spent,
And none to be borrowed nor none to be lent;
In comes old Archer with a frown,
Saying, 'Get up, Jack, let John sit down.'"

Alas, poor Jack! and John Countryman too, when the like result arrives.

J. D.

Fifteen years after my father had penned this note, and more than two
years after his death, I received from a West Indian reader of 'Maga,'
who had heard it sung by a naval officer (since deceased), the following
version of the second sea-song:--

"Cruising in the Channel with the wind North-east,
Our ship she sails nine knots at least;
Our thundering guns we will let fly,
We will let fly over the twinkling sky--
Huzza! we are homeward bound,
Huzza! we are homeward bound.

And when we arrive at the Plymouth Dock,
The girls they will around us flock,
Saying, 'Welcome, Jack, with your three years' pay,
For we see you are homeward bound to-day'--
Huzza! we are homeward bound,
Huzza! we are homeward bound.

And when we come to the --- {42} Bar,
Or any other port in so far,
Old Okey meets us with a smile,
Saying, 'Drink, my lads, 'tis worth your while'--
Huzza! we are homeward bound,
Huzza! we are homeward bound.

Ah! but when our money's all gone and spent,
And none to be borrowed, nor none to be lent,
Old Okey meets us with a frown,
Saying, 'Get up, Jack, let John sit down,
For I see you are outward bound,'
For, see, we are outward bound."

III.
ONE OF JOHN DUTFEN'S "QUEERIES."

I am werry much obligated to yeou, Mr Editer, for printin' my lines. I
hain't got no more at spresent, so I'll send yeou a queery instead. I
axed our skule-master, "What's a queery?" and he saa, "Suffen {43a}
queer," so I think I can sute yeou here.

When I was a good big chap, I lived along with Mr Cooper, of Thraan