The Cabin

THE CABIN.

THE Steward in full costume, and having

“Bane and antidote both before him,

“One, in a moment, laying its victims low,

“The other, informing us, we may never” droop.—

A few stragglers “hearing a voice cry, sleep no more,” “Awake, arise!”—are
crawling from their retreats: — On the left, certain charms are exhibited,— but, not
unheeded, by *Mopsy*,—who appears armed with the paraphenalia of office.

A stepping stone is about to be made of the fair back of one who is mustring
all her little might to reach, — what she conceives to be, *her* boots,—but which,
probably, in the confusion, (possessed of other tenants) are, already, on deck, and
about to make their entrée into Calais.

A vow has been made, on the left, never, again, to quit Terra Firma;—and
some miscellaneous evidence of the enjoyments of the passage lay scatter'd by.