WOODWARD Del.

ROWLANDSON, S.C.

# THE SAILOR'S PRAYER!!

O, MIGHTY NEPTUNE! hear an honest British Tar—thou knowest I trouble not thy Godship every day, I therefore pray thee to grant my Prayer, for I love not long palavering and that there, d'ye see.

Grant me a ship, and honest Mementos—some of my old ones was popped off the Belcherons' bows at the Nile—poor Mat Mizen!! Give me plenty of Grog, and a good Commander, and I'll warrant you I'll have the Don's whiffers, and as to MOUNSEER, if I comes athwart his haufer again, I'll hiver his Jib, and dowfe his three-coloured rag, and revenge the death of Mat Mizen, d—n me—I beg your honour's pardon for frowning, but its a way I have—however, I fwill fay, if I get into Mounfeer's wake, I'll back his top-fails, fplit my Timbers.

Worthy Master Neptune! fend us a good prize, I befeech thee, and be not sparing in Brandy and Tobacco—give us also a few chefts of the Don's Dollars, for Mounfeer ha'nt got none, no more than there is in your honour's three-pronged boat-hook. When we arrive at Port, fend us handfome Doxies, and keep us from a lee-shore, that thou knowest I hate as I do an empty can, or a dry quid. Grant me but these, and capfize my Trunions if I don't ever Praife thee, and the Mementos that wont join me, may he be ftruck upon the lee-yard arm of a ftrormy night! Laftly, I pray thee to keep me from the difgrace of the Bilboes—fave me from a Guinea-man and a Tender, and I'll serve cheerfully, and fing King George and his Navy for ever.—Huzza! to the end of the Chapter.