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 Power will accept my repentance who best knows its sincerity.

Before I resume the thread of my narrative, I will just venture to give the reader a few lines, descriptive of a midshipman's life, which will require, I trusty no apology, when I state that they were the production of some of the junior members of our mess, and composed in die space of a very few hours.—Of the correctness of the picture therein drawn, I can truly say, probatum est.

When in the Cockpit all was dim, And Dot a Mid dar'd ahew his glim ; A youth was left alone: He scratched his head; surveyed his clothes; Then took the other cheering dose ; And thus began his moan:—

Ah I cursed be that fatal day, When I from home was led astray, In this d——'d place to dwell: