DEEDS, NOT WORDS.

Benny says he'll be a soldier: He will march to fife and drum, With a musket on his shoulder; Never stouter heart nor bolder, Where the shots the thickest come. (Yet I've seen the speckled hen Put to rout brave Captain Ben!) Willie longs to be sailor: He will cross the farthest seas; 'Mid the terror and commotion Of the dark, tempestuous ocean, He will pace his deck at ease. (Storms are certain when we scrub Willie in his bathing-tub.) Nellie hears with awe and wonder Of the perils they will seek; Weeps at thought of cruel slaughter; Prays for seamen on the water; Blushes for her courage weak: (Yet the best thing, Nellie dear, Is to do the duty near.)