HEN sailing on some thousand

miles,

   
 
  
 
    
 
 
    
 

Where spices scent the breeze,
‘And coral branches grow to isles

That crowd the Southern seas,

2. To India came, in search of sport,
/ aN
i _ This young and dauntless pair,

To beard the Leopard, as they thought,
And Tiger in his lair.

For Exste said, ‘‘ No beast can face

An opened parasol,

.

And ARTHUR in the surest place
Can make a bullet-hole!”