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 TOM HARDY.

Hardy was an honest lad, His pleasant face made others glad, Like suns that cloudless shine; Aloft he ran with right good will, The topsail reefed with ready skill, And snugly clewed the line.

Obedient still at every call, And friendly to his messmates all, For others' pain he felt; And ever neatest of the crew, On Sundays, in his jacket blue, At morning prayers he knelt. 9*