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Maoriland Worker, Volume 12, Issue 303, 20 December 1922, Page 16

When the British ships under NelJS.I?™ 1 ! S earins ' fJown t0 attac * the combined fleet at Trafalgar, th,e first lieutenant of the Revenge, on going 'round to see that all Hands were at quarters,, observed one of the men de- ■ voutly kneeling at the side of his gun, So very unusual an attitude in a British, sailor exciting his surprise and curiosity, he went and asked the man if he was afraid. "Afraid!" answered the honest tar; "no; I was only praying that the enemy's shot may be distributed m the same proportion as * * * * ■«*S£ Cra , Ze for anti< 2 ues notwithfX? s o\JZif m are eager t0 snap ** * * When you've got a thing to say, gay it! Don't talk half a day When your tale's got little in it, Crowd the whole thing i n a minute. Life is short—a fleeting vapour— Don't you fill the whole blamed paper with a tale which, at a pinch, Could be covered in an inch' Boil her down until she simmers, Polish her until she glimmers