During the storms of the past ye «r the NATIONAL LIFE BOAT INSTITUTION contributed to the saving of 1121 live: from various shipwrecks—Hatty Paper.

O ALL ye who sit in comfort By the brightly-blazing fire, Do you ever think of others, Whoso exertions never tire ? Do you think of gallant sailors On the highway of the seas, While you skim the latest novel At your leisure and your ease ? Do the shrieking winds of winter Bring you home a ghastly tale Of the horrors of the tempest And the dangers of the gale ? Do they bear the bitter pleadings From the billow-cover'd deck, When a gallant ship is fated To become a shatter'd wreck ? Do you see, as in a vision, That detennin'd little band Who, in spite of ev'ry danger, Launch the Life-boat from the land? Do you see them struggle onward, Tho" the waves are mountain high, Other human lives to succour That all otherwise must die ? * From Society.

Do you see them turning shoreward With their freight of precious lives— Only sons restor'd to mothers, And lov'd husbands to their wives ? Do you hear the cheers that greet them As they shoot the harbour bar, And bring back their living cargo From the sinking ship afar ? Ah, no! ah, no! by most forgotten Are the perils of the sea ; They are not by us remember'd As they surely ought to be; The piercing, shrieking winds of winter Moan around the eaves in vain, If they fail to draw a picture Of the tempest-driven main! Now awake, ye tender-hearted, For should pity ever sleep ? Now awake, and give assistance To these heroes of the deep ! Open wide your laden purses, And pour forth the yellow gold— I am pleading for the Life-boats And their crews so brave and bold! E. O.