Then, Captain Sumner and your crew, Accept our loyal thanks, most true, For steering the good ship _Egypt_ o'er, In safety to her destined shore. Then, as is customary here, Let these thanks find expression clear, Towards sailors' orphans, who have claim On all who safely cross the main. Then pass the broadest plate around, Let great bright coins on it resound. The claim ungrudgingly fulfil, With generous heart and right good will. Then, ere we part, let each one try To sing "Good-bye, sweetheart, good-bye," With hopes, some day, again to meet And each the other kindly greet. * * * * * ROBERVAL. A LEGEND OF OLD FRANCE. Never did rosy morning Sweep o'er the skirts of night, Calm nature's face adorning, With more intense delight; Never did earth exultant Summon her offspring all, To life-work, love and duty With more inspiring call, Than in the young spring season, Three centuries ago, When Roberval set sail from France To skim broad ocean's flow. Nobles, rich, young and restless, Statesmen and soldiers too, Women of birth, and sailors, Composed the adventurous crew. Leaving St. Malo's harbour. They steered in Cartier's wake, For that New France which Francis hoped