will find--and that all must agree--
Such a rickety, crickety fellow as he.

'SPAeCIALLY JIM.

FROM "HARPER'S MAGAZINE."

I wus mighty good-lookin' when I wus young--
Peert an' black-eyed an' slim,
With fellers a-courtin' me Sunday nights,
'Spaecially Jim.

The likeliest one of 'em all wus he,
Chipper an' han'som an' trim;
But I toss'd up my head, an' made fun o' the crowd,
'Spaecially Jim.

I said I hadn't no 'pinion o' men,
And I wouldn't take stock in _him!_
But they kep' up a-comin' in spite o' my talk,
'Spaecially Jim.

I got _so_ tired o' havin' 'em roun'
('Spaecially Jim!),
I made up my mind I'd settle down
An' take up with him;

So we was married one Sunday in church,
'Twas crowded full to the brim,
'Twas the only way to get rid of 'em all,
'Spaecially Jim.

'ARRY'S ANCIENT MARINER.

(_TOLD ON MARGATE JETTY_.)

BY CAMPBELL RAE-BROWN.

He was an ainshunt mariner
Wot sailed the oshun blue;
His craft it was the _Crazy Jane_
Wot was made of wood and glue.

It sailed 'atween _Westminister_
And the Gulf of Timbucktoo;
Its bulkhead was a putty one;
Its cargo--no one knew.

I've heerd as how when a storm came on
It 'ud turn clean upside down,
But I _never_ could make out as why
Its skipper didn't drown.

He was the most unwashedest
Old salt I ever knowed:
And all the things as he speaked about
Was nearly always "blowed."

One day he told me a straw'nry tale,
But I don't think it were lies,
Bekos he swore as it was true--
Tho' a big 'un as to size.

He sez as how in the Biskey Bay
They was sailin' along one night,
When a _summat_ rose from the bilin' waves
As give him a _norful_ fright.

He wouldn't exzagerate, he sed--
No, he wouldn't, not if he died;
But the head of that monster was most as big
As a bloomin' mountain-side.

Its eyes was ten times bigger 'an the moon;
Its ears was as