By Jingo, some of 'em are beauties!
My poor wife and children have not half a chance, Mates.
That's not to your interest, I reckon.
Cease shindy, and on a new course make advance, Mates,
Where sense and humanity beckon.
There's not much of either in cruelly clubbing
My progeny all out of season;
And if you are bent upon mutual drubbing,
You must quite have parted with reason.
_Mare clausum_, be blowed! That's all BLAINE's big bow-wow, Mates.
Men can't thus monopolise oceans.
Diplomacy _must_ find a compromise now, Mates,
And, well--I have told you _my_ notions.
Give me a close-time,--I shall be very grateful--
And leave the Sea open! What more, Mates?
For brothers like you to be huffing, is hateful.
Be friends, think of me, and--_bong swor_, Mates!
[_Dives under._
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