Is no mere Volunteer!

And now I really must be gone
Upon the wide, wide sea.
Stiff state no more shall make me groan,
Hurrah for liberty!
I'm tired to death of functions fine,
And ceremonial rot;
Hurrah for ease! the breezy brine
Tar-toggery, and my Yacht!

With yonder bark I'll gladly brave
The seas about your isle.
Thanks, Grand'ma, for that kerchief wave,
And that right royal smile!
Welcome, ye billows, tumbling brisk
Beneath a cloud-swept sky!
Give your white kerchief one more whisk,
Dear Grandmamma--Good-bye!

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SCOTT (ANYTHING BUT) FREE.

["It is human nature, after all. When conscientiously I cannot
praise actors or actresses, or authors, they turn their backs
upon me. But when conscientiously I am able to draw attention
to their great merits, they simply overflow."--Mr. CLEMENT
SCOTT, in _The Illustrated London News_.]