To Calais

TO CALAIS.

The red flag is hoisted at Calais,—the signal of—*high water*;—the Packet about to enter the harbour, after a rough and wet passage,—her deadly-lively contents being “sicklied o’er with the pale cast of” the *Pas de Calais*:

The Steward, and Assistant, are actively engaged in “the creatures’ dirty work,” and appear to have enjoy’d no Sinecure.

It may not be amiss (tho’ the air prove otherwise) in order to shew those important and indispensable *artists* “bearing their blushing” emblems “thick upon them,”—to take a peep into the