DER MULE SHTOOD ON DER STEAMBOAD DECK.

Der mule shtood on der steamboad deck, For der land he wouldn't dread. Dhey tied a halder rount his neck, Und vacked him over der headt. But obstinate and braced he shtood, As born der scene do rule. A creature of der holt-back brood,— A shtubborn, shteadfast mule. Dhey cursed and shwore, bud he vould not go Undill he felt inclined; Und dough dhey dundered blow on blow, He aldered nod his mind. Der boats-boy to der shore complained, "Der varmint's bound do shtay!" Shtill ubon dot olt mule's hide Der sounding lash made blay. His masder from der shore reblied, "Der boads aboud do sail; As oder means in vain you've dried, Subbose you dwist his dail. "I dhink dot dat vil magke him land." Der boats-boy, brave, dough bale, Den near drew mit oudstretched hand, Do magke der dwist avail. Dhen game a kick of thunder sound! Dot boy—oh, vhere vas he? Ask of der vaves dot far around Beheld him in der sea. For a moment nod a voice was heard; Bud dot mule he vinked his eye, As dhough to ask, to him occurred, "How vas dot for high?" Anon.