and the day ended as jovially as it began. Several times they charmed us with an appropriate song, roared at the utmost pitch of their stentorian lungs, to the tune of "There's na luck about the house."
"We'll lather away, and shave away,
And lather away so fine,
We always have a shaving day
Whenever we cross the line."
With sorrow I confess to having forgotten the remainder of the ditty, which ended—
"There's nothing half so sweet in life
As crossing of the line."
"Rule Britannia," with a subscription for the ruler of the seas, was the finale, leaving every one perfectly satisfied with his portion of salt water. It was agreed the rites and ceremonies had never been better performed or with greater good humour.
Colonel Luard's beautiful and faithful sketches have since been presented to the public. Watching his ready pencil, as it portrayed the passing scene, was one of the pleasures of the 'Ely;' and I feel greatly obliged to him for having given me permission to add copies of some of his original sketches to my journal.
Neptune was accompanied on board by a flying-fish that came in at one of the ports, perhaps to escape from an albicore: a lucky omen. The gentlemen amuse themselves with firing at the albatross, as they fly round and round the vessel; as yet, no damage has been done—the great birds shake their thick plumage, and laugh at the shot.
The favourite game is pitch-and-toss for dollars. Boxing is another method of spending time. Chess and backgammon-boards are in high request; when the evenings are not calm enough for a quadrille or a waltz on deck, the passengers retire to the cuddy, to whist or blind hookey, and dollars are brought to table in cases that formerly contained Gamble's most excellent portable soup! On the very general introduction of caoutchouc
