A LYRICAL poem composed by Sadler, and by him sung inharmoniously to a banjo:—

“I'm, so to speak, shanghaied to sea;

And who you think my shipmates be?

One family of millionaires,

Rambling the deep in search of heirs;

One hypnotiser Oriental;

One orphan maiden ornamental;

One widowed cat; one spinster hen;

A crew of blue-eyed Swedish men;

One head of hair too hot for wearing;

One captive monarch spanked for swearing—

is not what you would call amethystine or ethereal; but poetry, of a kind, we have come to expect of him. But when Susannah brought me a ballad, composed by herself, on the foregoing events, it produced in my mind—and I speak moderately—a state of exhausting confusion. I copy this ballad. It is entitled “The Kings of Lua.”

'There were two kings in Lua,

Which only could use one.

Now Sadler came from Sumatra

And needed some more fun.

“He was a white man, although

He was not exactly white,

But tanned and played on the banjo.

Which angels would delight.

“He said, 'Prime Ministers are good things,

And I'm one of those things, Hooroar!

I'll bet my last week s shirt, O Kings:

To yours of the week before.'

“The old King wore a pink one neat,

But not much else did wear.

His face looked something like mince meat.

Some bones were in his hair.

“Another man was Irish,

And I will make a joke,

His hair it was so fierish,

That always he did smoke.

“The other King we never saw;

He didn't come to tea.

Oh, wretched island of Lua

I weep and wail for thee.

“ So then they had a war,

Although they never fought.

'There's something ails this civil war,'

Said Sadler, 'I wonder what.'

“Ha! Ha! The Violetta

Came sailing in one day.

Ogel and Sadler and Irish

We yanked and took away.

“About Lua now it is now known,

I'll tell you what I think.

I think Kolo ran up the throne

As quick as he could wink.”

Yours—ULSWATER.