Sounds of music float along; Seas flow in with summer song ; For the sands are gay, and children play Where storms rage fierce on wintry day.

" A penny in the elot—H peril from the sea !" A coin from me, a coin from thee, And one for the lass, winsome and wee: Then—hurrah for the boats that breast the sea! Sounds of mirth on the rippling tide Fiom passing boats that smoothly glide Where waves sing sweet round rocks' rough feet, And sea and shore each other greet.

" A penny in the slot—a peril from the sea ! " A coin from me, a coin from thee, And one for the lass, winsome and wee ; Then—hurrah for the boys that bent the sea! 'Mid flowers gay and hedgerows green, With all around a fairy scene— Where Ocean sleeps like sleeping child, Forgetting storms so fierce and wild.

•'A penny in the slot—a peril from the sea ! " A coin from me, a coin from thee, And one for the lass, winsome and wee ; Then—hurrah for the cox that cheats the sea ! W. PBYSK FISHEH.

* The lines," Summer Sands," were suggested by the following extract from one of Mr. John Heywood's popular tourist's guides:— THE LIFE-BOAT.

The wreck-chart of the British Isles shows two symbolic marks on the Snuthport chore.

The one mark is red and satisfactory—it indi- cates a Life-boat station. The other is black and sorrowful—it indicates wreck and disaster —a wreck and a disaster still fresh in the memory of many a mourning family in this and a neighbouring district. The visitxT, as he strolls along the promenade among lawns and flowers, or through the picturesque cemetery a mile or so inland, may meet with monuments commemorative of both the heroism and the sadness of the circumstances. He may also pass a receptacle for contributions to the great Life-boat service of the country. Let him remember that the smallest trifle deposited in those receptacles will link the giver with heroes and encourage the heroes in their heroism. A penny in the slot produces many curious results, but what result can equal a penny in the »lot— a peril from the tea.