"Y howe ! Trussa ! Hale in lhe brayles ] Soul layde theyr bookys on theyr kne,

Tht, w halyst nat! Be god! Thow tkayles! And ra,l so long they myght nat se. O ! se howe well owre good shyp sayles ! .... Alas ] rayne bede woll clevc on thre !" Anti thus they say among. [done ]" Thus seyth another, "certayne !" "HMe in the wartake! .... Hit shall 1,e Then commeth owre owner lyke a lorde, "Steward, cover the boorde artone, And speketh many a rt,yall worde, Anti set bred anti salt thereone, And dresseth hym to the hygh horde Anti tary nat to long." To e all thyngs be well. Then cometh cone and yth, "Be mery; Artone he calleth a carlentel'e, Ye shal have a storme or a pelT." Anti biddeth hym bring with hym hys "Holde thow thy pese! Thow canst no gere, whery; To ]hake tile calmns here and there Thow medlyst wondyr sore." With many a febyll cell. Thus mene cohile the pylgryms ly, "A sak of stmwe were there ryght good," Anti have theyr bowlys fast theym b.x, For sore must lyg theym ni thew' hood. And cry aftyrtht,te nmlvesy I had as lefe be iu tile wood Theyr helpforto restore. Without mete or ,lrynk: Anti sore cld have a saltyd tost, For when that we shall go to hed, For they myght ete neyther sode ne rost. Tile pumpe was nygh our bed,le bedale: A man myght sone pay for theyr cost Anmn were as good to be dede As for co day or twayne. As smell therof tile stynk.

Freely transla&d. They who sail to St. James may bid good-bye to all pleasures: for many a man suflbrs when he begins to sail; and when he has put to sea front ,'5_'andwich, from Winchelsea, or from Bristol, no matter whence it be, his heart begins to fail. Presently the master briefly onlers his men to take up their positions in all haste about tile mast in olxler to handle their tackle. With "Ho ! Hoist !" then they cry, "What ho ! mate; you stand too near: your comrade cannot haul wheu he is so close to you !" Thus they begin to crack on. Presently a boy or two goes aloft, aud lies out on tile yard. The others cry, "Y ho ! talya !" and pull with all their might. "Now give us the boat. boatswain, that our passengers may ply therein; for some of them are like to cough and groan ere it be full mittnight. Haul the bowline ] Now, veer the sheet ! Cook, make haste to make ready our meal. Our passengers have no desire to eat. I pray God to give them rest. Go to the helm! What ho! Do you not hear ? Steward, liow, a pot of beer ! .... Sir, you shall have of all the best directly, with good cheeL .... lob, ho! Trussa! Haul on the braiIs! You are not hauling! By God! You ale a weakling! Oh, .gee how well our good ship sails l" And thus they talk among themselves. "Haul in the warp tackle ! .... It shall be done !" "Steward, lay the table at once, ,and set bread and salt on it, and do not be too hmg about it." Then one comes and says, "Be merry; you will have a storm or other peril! .... Hohl;.your tongue! You can know nothing about it! You are a son T meddler!" In the meanwhile the passengers lie about, anti have their basins close by them, and cry out for hot malvoisie to put them right. And some, who could eat neither boiled nor roast, called for a salted toast. It would not cost more to keep them for two d%'s than for one. Some laid their books on their knees, and read uutil they could e no longer. "Alas ! my head will split in three beyond all doubt !" So says anothen Then our owner comes up like a lord, and says many a patronising word, and takes the head of the table, to see that all things go wall. Presently he summons a carpenter, and bids him bring his tools with him, to make cabins here ,and there, with a number of small bunks. "A sack of straw," says the master, "would be well there ;" for some have to lie down in their cloaks. I would as soon be in a wood without meat or drink; for when we turn in, the 1,umps will be close to our bed head, anti a man who breathes the',stench of it were as good dead.