Around our iron-bound coasts wild waters rave, High revel holds the Storm King night and day; All honour, then, to those who dare to brave The rush and fury of his deadly sway! When seething billows toss their spumy crests, Lashed into madness by the tempest's scourge; When seamews, screaming, swoop from rocky nests And o'er the swirling depths swift pinions urge; When minute-guns boom out their .last sad note And rockets startle, hurtling through the sky, As mastless, helmless, stripped of sail and boat, Some helpless barque is driven headlong by, KOTICB.—The next number of the Life-boat Journal will be published on the 1st February, 1891.

I Then, as all storm-worn desperate seamen throw Imploring eyes round heaven and sea in vain, A hopeful throb of joy sad bosoms know, For cheering shouts are heard through wind and rain.

The life-boat bounds beneath each eager stroke, Brave hearts are there to cleave the threatening wave; Unselfish, fearless, hearts indeed of oak, Who risk their lives the shipwrecked crews to save.

Help is sore needed 'gainst the Storm King's rage, The crews are ready, but the life-boats fail; Their pressing want may well all hearts engage For countless English hopes fill many a sail..