"THE lads are afloat, they have launched the boat Where the moaning storm-birds- flew; Oh, wife, from the shores they cry, ' One more, With strong, steady hand, and true I' There are lives to save On the frothing wave— ' One more for the Life-boat crew 1' " Nay, shiver not so that I seaward go, Nor shrink from the night's black hue; There is danger far where our brethren are, And the moments left grow few.

There are Jives to save From a yawning grave— ' One more for the Life-boat crew !' " A kiss for the ways of our courtship days, A kiss for love's Eden-view, When the white cliffs woke as the joy- bells broke.

And home held a glory new.

Heaven's help I crave! There are lives to save— ' One more for the Life-boat crew 1' " This kiss, my sweet, till again we meet, And another I leave with you For the babe at rest on your brave, brave breast— God keep my little lad true, And strengthen his soul When the deep waves roll A call for the Life-boat crew !" * From The Quiver.

NOTICE.

The next number of the LIFE-BOAT JOURNAL will be published on the 1st November.