“(he Sea-Culls’
Message.

The sea-gulls’ wings in the white spray dip, | And I held a rosy shell to my ear,

And a secret they’ve brought to me,: This morning down in the bay,
They say they know it was father’s ship, And that too said he was surely near
That is sailing over the sea, He'll be coming, coming to-day.

H. M. Burnsipe,