And lips, and eyes, and brow, and hair,
Once kissed and Caressed.
’Tis Hallow E’en! a year ago.
Our lov’d ones softly smiled
Upon us, and with hearts aglow,
Enraptured, and beguiled,
We listened to their voices sweet,
And laughed, nor thought of care,
Tonight, dear friend, like seabird fleet,
With white sails thro’ the air,
Our vessel bears us far away,
And this her masts the wind,
Like murmuring of those who pray,
Breath love from friends behind.
But still, my friends, we’ll bravely sing,
With hearts that never quail,
As onward bounds our convict ship,
From thee, lov’d Innisfail.
On Thursday we were signalled by a Yankee ship, whose captain wanted to know "where the tarnation the line had got to?" as he couldn’t find it. The irascible Yank hinted that we must have cut it up to make clothes lines, we spread such a lot of bunting. Passengers exasperated at having our captain maligned is such a manner.
Our special correspondent, writes from Fremantle, 11th Nov,’—"A grand reception preparing for the "Wild Goose," by her feathered friend the Swan. Plenty of long pipes, the smaller relations to supply "bird’s eye."
We congratulate the public on the success of the popular evening concerts of the past week; most, if not all, of the songs were beautifully rendered. Amongst others "The Angel’s Whisper," by our "devil." We understand the African opera Troupe will appear next week. We trust these eminent concerts will not attempt a song without knowing the words perfectly, as pausing in the middle of a song to manipulate ones bump of memory rather mars the good effect that would be otherwise produced.
Unreserved Sale.
To be sold by Public Auction, Forecastle Deck, on 20th Nov., 1867.
A few second-hand Paper Collars, the property of a gentleman who has no shirt.
Lost, or Strayed.
A reward will be given by the Editor to any well-disposed person or persons who will give such information as may lead to the recovery of the "Staff" of the "Wild Goose."
If "J.E.K." returns to his home and friends, all will be forgiven.
Wanted, by the Editor, several reams of foolscap, together with a corresponding quantity of Black Ink and Steel Pens, for which goose quills will be given in exchange.
To be disposed of—several fine Heads of Hair, which misfit the present owners.—apply to the Man behind the Mast.
Problem.
Given—Any amount of fresh-water soap and the Atlantic ocean; to find what length of time is required to wash a "Convic" clean.
Notice.
Any person found trespassing on the Editor’s slates, or in his office, will be prosecuted.
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