THE. BROWNIES CROSS THE ATLANTIC.

Would take them for a shipwrecked crew
Thus drifting round on ocean blue.

At such a time down quickly came

Their banner with the Brownie name,
Concealed from sight to rest a space
Till they could safely give it place.
For hours without a stir they ’d stay,
Until the ship would tack away
Upon her course, and pass from sight,
And leave them free to stand upright.
But few on any craft can ride

Upon the north Atlantic tide

And not some scenes or trials find

 

To ever after bear in mind.

And soon the wind began to play
With billows in no tender way;

But pitched them up into the air

To meet the clouds that lowered there.
*T is bad enough to stand on board

A ship with life-preservers stored

And count the minutes passing by

Ere you their saving strength must try;

But harder for the Brownie band
Upon that creaking raft to stand,
And know, if in the sea they rolled,
No buoyant cork would them uphold.
Said one, as glancing fore and aft

 

He tried to keep upon the raft,
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